Chapter 711: True Strength
A formation appeared beneath his feet, causing Yang Haoran to knit his brows slightly. Aside from this subtle frown, he displayed no significant emotional fluctuation.
The area covered by the formation was not small; it encompassed the entire zone he stood in, and his position was precisely at the very center of the array.
If one were to look down from high above, they would discover that this formation was actually a python totem, and Yang Haoran's body was currently tightly bound by a force.
The form this power took was none other than a python!
Yang Haoran's body was suddenly restrained precisely because this python had coiled around him.
Why a formation would appear here, he could figure out with his toes; it definitely had something to do with the Old Town Head.
From the start of the battle until now, he hadn't seen the Old Town Head setting up any formations here, nor had the Spirit Masters he'd killed earlier made any such moves.
Therefore, this formation must have been laid out before he arrived, but because it hadn't been activated, its presence couldn't be detected.
In an instant, these conjectures flashed through Yang Haoran's mind. However, the current situation allowed no time for detailed thought. The most pressing matter was to break free from the formation's restraints as quickly as possible, shatter the python coiled around him, and then immediately dodge, otherwise, the Evil Spirit's Bone Blade would cleave into him.
Yet, precisely at this moment, the cracked Remnant Moon could no longer withstand the Bone Blade!
"Die! ! !"
The Old Town Head's sinister cackle resounded, a sound brimming with extreme satisfaction. Then, with a deafening roar, the massive Remnant Moon exploded, and the Bone Blade slashed towards Yang Haoran.
With another thunderous crash, dust and smoke billowed around Yang Haoran's position, and the entire mountain shook violently.
"Hahahahaha, if you can still survive this, I, this old man, will fry tofu in the palm of my hand for you to eat. From this day forward, there will be no more Yang Haoran in this world. Your Lecheng Underworld Office will have to replace its Emissary of Death."
The Old Town Head was, at some unknown point, holding an Array Disk in his hand. He laughed heartily as he gazed at Yang Haoran's position, appearing extremely pleased.
His Guardian Spirit also let out a sigh of relief at this moment. The pressure Yang Haoran had exerted was simply too immense, and this pressure didn't just stem from strength; Yang Haoran's calm and composed demeanor had left him feeling utterly out of his depth.
Now that Yang Haoran had finally been dealt with, this pressure vanished instantly.
However, this feeling of relief lasted only for a fleeting moment. Immediately after, not only did the Guardian Spirit's expression drastically change, but the Old Town Head also wore a look of utter disbelief, as if an ordinary person had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
A terrifying surge of power erupted from Yang Haoran's position. Fierce Yin winds howled, scattering the billowing dust and smoke. Under the gaze of the man and the ghost, a figure slowly emerged.
This person was none other than Yang Haoran, whom both of them had believed to be dead.
At this moment, the python coiled around Yang Haoran had vanished, and he had actually caught the Bone Blade with a single hand.
In front of a blade more than ten meters long, Yang Haoran's body size was utterly insignificant. Yet, at this very moment, he had managed to catch this disproportionately large Bone Blade, and with only one hand at that.
Yang Haoran not dying from that strike had already shocked both of them immensely. Seeing that he hadn't even been hit by the Bone Blade, but had instead caught it with one hand, naturally intensified their shock.
But this wasn't what shocked them the most. What truly astonished them was the power fluctuation emanating from Yang Haoran at this moment—a single word could describe it: strong. So incredibly strong that it terrified them both!
Both the Old Town Head and his Guardian Spirit felt insignificant before this surge of power. They both clearly understood that, with their current strength, it was utterly impossible to contend with such a force!
"How can the Spirit Power within your body be so powerful? Let alone a tiny place like Lecheng, even Emissaries of Death from medium-sized cities don't have Spirit Power as strong as yours! You're just a newcomer who's only been in the Underworld Office for a few years, how could you possess such immense Spirit Power? !"
The Old Town Head's emotions were highly agitated, his voice filled with shock and disbelief. Yang Haoran displaying greater strength time and again had already been difficult for him to accept; now, it was even harder.
He had thought that the strength Yang Haoran displayed earlier was his strongest state, but the current reality told him it wasn't the case at all.
He truly couldn't understand why a person who had only entered the Underworld Office a few short years ago would possess such terrifyingly strong Spirit Power within his body. How could he possibly be this powerful?
As the Old Town Head spoke, the Evil Spirit, gripping the Bone Blade with both hands, tried to continue its downward slash. But no matter how hard it pushed, it couldn't budge the hand Yang Haoran used to grasp the blade.
Unable to chop down, the Evil Spirit then tried to retract the Bone Blade, but the result was the same. It exerted all its strength, yet couldn't pull the Bone Blade back from Yang Haoran's grasp. The hand Yang Haoran used to hold the blade seemed to possess endless power; with its own ability, it couldn't budge it in the slightest.
Yang Haoran completely ignored the Evil Spirit's series of actions. After hearing the Old Town Head's bewildered and incredulous words, he turned his gaze towards him, a faint smile reappearing on his face.
"Old Town Head, do you not know that the profession of Pharmacist exists in this world?"
Yang Haoran didn't offer too much explanation, merely responding to the Old Town Head with that one sentence. As for other details, he left them for the Old Town Head to guess.
Yang Haoran's words were, of course, a lie. In truth, his current state was his absolute strongest. He had initially thought his previous state would be sufficient to deal with the Old Town Head, and he also wanted to stretch his muscles a bit, so he hadn't unleashed his full power.
However, what he hadn't expected was that he seemed to have been tricked by the Old Town Head, gradually being pushed towards a desperate situation in his previous state. In a life-or-death scenario, he naturally couldn't afford to hold back, unleashing all of his power.
If he hadn't held back his strength, in the situation just now, he would have most likely lost his life, with very little hope of survival.
Nevertheless, in order to avoid appearing too ostentatious, he denied that the power he had just unleashed was his true strength, instead bringing up Pharmacists.
His intention was obvious: he wanted to attribute his abnormal strength entirely to medicinal liquids or Dānyào. After all, the world possessed a vast array of such concoctions, with myriad strange and wonderful effects. It wasn't impossible for there to be Dānyào or medicinal liquids that could temporarily boost Spirit Power.
As for why he would do this, it was naturally directly related to his usual conduct. Walls have ears; he understood this principle well.
Yang Haoran's reply caused the Old Town Head to pause. Although Yang Haoran had only mentioned the profession of Pharmacist without fully elaborating, the Old Town Head presumed he understood the full story.
As for Yang Haoran, after his words fell, he acted with a smile.
He saw him powerfully clench the blade of the Bone Blade in his hand. With a series of crisp cracking sounds, the more than ten-meter-long Bone Blade was directly shattered by him.
The Old Town Head jumped in fright. Snapping out of his daze, he immediately commanded the Evil Spirit to attack Yang Haoran, while simultaneously roaring at his own Guardian Spirit.
"Run!"
As his roar sounded, the Old Town Head had already darted away. The Guardian Spirit also didn't hesitate, choosing to flee the area immediately.
What a joke! He was already no match for Yang Haoran in his previous state. Now that Yang Haoran had unleashed such terrifying Spirit Power, he was even less of a match. How could he dare to stay here any longer?
The Remnant Moon, which had been shattered by the Bone Blade earlier, was re-condensed by Yang Haoran. The re-formed Remnant Moon returned to its normal size and, under Yang Haoran's control, immediately launched an attack on the incoming Evil Spirit.
The Remnant Moon circled the Evil Spirit several times with incredible speed. The twenty-meter-tall Evil Spirit was cut into pieces, its speed far beyond its previous level.
All of this happened in an instant. Just as the Old Town Head and his Guardian Spirit had rushed out, the Evil Spirit let out a piercing shriek, was sliced into fragments by the Remnant Moon, and dissipated into Yin Qi.
The Old Town Head's face paled, and a hint of panic even appeared in his eyes. He knew very well that after Yang Haoran eliminated the Evil Spirit, it would be his turn next. In his panic, he activated the Array Disk clutched tightly in his hand!
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