Chapter 933: Shock and Doubt
These Talisman Masters were merely the lowest-ranked Yellow Talisman Masters. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were like divine beings, but in Yang Haoran's current view, they weren't even worth calling ants.
There were no surprises; apart from the leading Black Talisman Master, the other Talisman Masters present couldn't even withstand a single strike from Yang Haoran. They were sent flying by the chains, spewing blood.
The old man saw Yang Haoran move to strike the other Talisman Masters and intended to intervene, but Yang Haoran's speed was far greater than he had imagined. Before he could even act, the Talisman Masters who had surrounded Yang Haoran were already sent flying by the chains.
The old man was furious. He had thought that subduing Yang Haoran would be an exceedingly easy task, but the reality was quite different. Due to misjudging Yang Haoran's strength, all the Talisman Masters apart from himself were severely wounded in an instant.
Yet, he did not know that this was merely a casual strike from Yang Haoran. If Yang Haoran had used his full power, not only would these Yellow Talisman Masters have been instantly reduced to dust, but even he and the Talisman Ancestor Temple before them would similarly have been unable to escape destruction.
Ultimately, it was because Yang Haoran had held back and not dealt a killing blow. After all, his main objective on this trip was Qin Yefeng and Han Fushi. Apart from these two, he had no desire to wantonly slaughter the innocent. If, however, the opponents insisted on seeking death, that would naturally be another matter entirely.
Furthermore, his decision to merely heavily wound these people without killing them was, of course, due to other considerations.
"Damnable brat! Today, don't even dream of leaving my Talisman Order alive!"
Seeing that the other Talisman Masters were utterly powerless against Yang Haoran, and had even been severely wounded by a single strike from him, how could the old man, a Black Talisman Master, remain seated?
The talismans the old man used were all Black Talisman-level, their power completely incomparable to Yellow Talismans. However, in Yang Haoran's eyes, Black Talismans of this caliber were actually no different from Yellow Talismans.
Nevertheless, in order to prevent his true strength from appearing too terrifying and arousing suspicion, Yang Haoran suppressed a portion of his power, controlling it to be only slightly stronger than the old man's.
The power of several Black Talismans erupted, intertwining with the chains formed from Yang Haoran's Spirit Power, unleashing a series of explosive bangs.
The other Talisman Masters, who had been heavily wounded by Yang Haoran, had initially wanted to crawl back up and clash with Yang Haoran again. However, seeing Yang Haoran and the Black Talisman Master old man already engaged in a battle of astonishing momentum, they no longer had any thoughts of joining in, instead scrambling and rolling backward in retreat.
It was no wonder they acted this way; if they didn't quickly retreat to the rear, the aftermath of the battle between Yang Haoran and the old man could very well claim their lives. After all, they were already severely wounded and couldn't withstand any more turmoil.
Nevertheless, even though these Talisman Masters had dodged with the fastest possible speed, two unlucky ones were still sent flying by the residual shockwaves of the two men's fierce clash.
Already severely wounded, the two instantly suffered injuries upon injuries, spewing large mouthfuls of blood before fainting on the spot, following in the footsteps of the young man who had fallen earlier.
The surrounding buildings also suffered fatal blows, collapsing one after another and stirring up vast clouds of dust and smoke.
At this moment, the old man could no longer spare a thought for the other Talisman Masters or the damaged buildings around him, for he simply couldn't free his hands to do anything else. Only after clashing with Yang Haoran did he discover the terrifying extent of Yang Haoran's power. Not only had he failed to suppress Yang Haoran, but he was instead being utterly overwhelmed by him. In such a situation, how could he possibly concern himself with other matters?
"Who in the world are you!"
The old man roared at Yang Haoran while simultaneously retrieving even more Black Talismans from his independent space, launching an attack on Yang Haoran.
At this point, the old man had grown suspicious of Yang Haoran's identity, because Yang Haoran's strength was simply too formidable. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had no choice but to concede that Yang Haoran's power surpassed his own.
Judging from the strength Yang Haoran had currently displayed, one would need to have opened their Heaven Soul, and furthermore, reached a certain level within that Heaven Soul realm, to possess such power. If he were merely an ordinary Night Watcher who hadn't even opened his Heaven Soul, it would be utterly impossible for him to possess this kind of strength.
Although their Ancheng Talisman Order rarely interacted with the Ancheng Underworld Division, this didn't mean that their Ancheng Talisman Order was completely ignorant of the Ancheng Underworld Division's strength. According to the information they possessed, such a formidable figure as Yang Haoran had never appeared before, which was why he had grown suspicious of Yang Haoran's identity.
"Heh heh, of course I'm from the Underworld Office. Isn't this ample Spirit Power of mine enough to prove my identity?"
While controlling several chains to attack the Black Talismans unleashed by the old man, Yang Haoran responded with a chuckle. Unlike the old man's shock and fury, he remained remarkably calm and composed.
"When did our Ancheng Underworld Division produce someone like you? Even your Underworld Office's second-in-command doesn't possess such strength!"
No sooner had the old man's words fallen than several explosive bangs rang out in quick succession. The Black Talismans he had conjured were all shattered by the chains controlled by Yang Haoran, and the chains, formed from Yang Haoran's Spirit Power, also dissolved into wisps of Yin Qi amidst the explosions, vanishing completely.
The violent force generated by the explosion sent the old man's emaciated body flying, crashing directly into the large doors of the temple behind him.
Because one of the stone pillars on either side of the temple's main entrance had just been broken by the young man's impact, the temple doors were already precarious. Now, with the old man crashing into them, the entire temple entrance could no longer withstand the abuse and completely collapsed.
Unlike the young man before, although the old man was nothing but a bag of bones, he did not pass out from the impact, nor was he buried beneath the rubble. He merely spat out a mouthful of blood before successfully stabilizing his body, though a hint of pain still creased his wrinkled old face. While no gruesome wounds remained on his body, his internal organs had sustained a degree of damage.
Conversely, Yang Haoran, though his body was pushed back dozens of meters and the chains swirling around him crumbled, did not spit blood. A smile remained on his face as always.
Although this old man was a Black Talisman Master, his strength was far from formidable. Judging by the power he currently displayed, within the Black Talisman Master realm, he was entirely at the bottom. It was precisely because of this that Yang Haoran, without even opening his Heaven Soul, without even summoning his Soul Armament, and even while suppressing his own power, had already made him vomit blood. The vast disparity in strength between the two was evident.
"Heh heh, old man, I never said I was from the Ancheng Underworld Division. My name is Yang Haoran, and I am from the Lecheng Underworld Division, not the Ancheng Underworld Division."
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, and his words instantly made the old man's expression change drastically, his gaze at Yang Haoran filled with disbelief and confusion.
From his reaction, it seemed he knew of Yang Haoran, but had simply never seen what Yang Haoran looked like.
Yang Haoran paid no mind to the old man's shock and confusion. The moment his words fell, he waved both hands, and chains as thick as arms once again condensed into form, slamming towards the old man who had just stabilized himself.
The reason he hadn't employed more powerful Ghost Arts was simply that there was no need. In his eyes, the old man was too weak. If he truly used a Ghost Art, he feared he might just shatter the old man's bones in a single strike.
Faced with the aggressively approaching chains, the old man's expression turned exceedingly grim. With no time left to retrieve talismans from his independent space, he could only unleash his Talisman Spirit Power, forming a golden barrier in front of himself to protect his body.
Boom! ! !
The moment several chains crashed into the barrier, a colossal bang erupted. Affected by the immense force, the ground below began to tremble, and the barrier the old man had hastily erected using his Talisman Spirit Power violently vibrated under the chains' ferocious impact.
In less than a single breath's time, the barrier reached its limit. Amidst a series of crisp cracking sounds, densely packed, spiderweb-like fissures appeared across its surface.
Crack! ! !
Even though the old man had exerted his full strength, the golden barrier protecting him still shattered. He had originally intended to use the golden barrier to temporarily block Yang Haoran's assault, and then use that time to unleash more powerful counter-attacks. However, Yang Haoran's offensive was simply too fierce; in less than a single breath, he had no way of employing any other stronger techniques.
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