Chapter 939: You Have to Pay Up
Han Fushi's voice wasn't loud. The cacophony of sounds from the sea of flames below completely drowned out his words; no one else present heard them besides himself.
He was, in fact, speaking to himself, uttering these words for his own ears, not for others. Whether anyone heard him was irrelevant; on the contrary, their not hearing him was a good thing.
Another person might not have spoken such words in this setting, for if they were accidentally overheard by someone with ill intent, it would surely bring trouble. However, Han Fushi paid no heed to such concerns at that moment, for he was utterly overjoyed. Successfully eliminating Yang Haoran not only vented his inner rage but also promised astonishing rewards; how could he not be pleased?
"As for the aftermath, I'll handle it if I can. If I can't, then I'll let my venerable master step in. With his seniority and status, dealing with this matter will be effortless. As long as Master successfully resolves it, a scolding from him won't matter in the slightest."
Han Fushi thought to himself, and the smile on his face deepened involuntarily by several degrees.
Yet, at that very moment, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he abruptly snapped his gaze towards a point at the edge of the sea of flames.
The reason for his sudden, intense reaction was that he had sensed a power fluctuation, and this power fluctuation was precisely Spirit Power!
Only one person in this place could emit Spirit Power, and that was Yang Haoran, who, in his eyes, had already perished at his hands!
At the edge of the sea of flames, a figure entered his vision. The person's clothes were tattered, some parts even scorched, and there were obvious bloodstains at the corner of their mouth, presenting a somewhat dishevelled appearance. Yet, on their face, there was a faint smile.
His emotions were so agitated that his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even his lips quivered. A grim pallor replaced the joyful smile on his face.
"You've truly got nine lives!"
Han Fushi's eyes spewed fire, and he spat out those few words through gritted teeth. Though brief, they revealed the profound anger and deep indignation simmering within him!
"I'm an Underworld Official; if my life wasn't tenacious, how could I be one? But these clothes of mine, in this chaotic era, are not only expensive but also hard to come by. You ruined them for me, so you'll have to pay compensation. I don't want New Beginning Coins; I want real gold and silver."
Yang Haoran wiped away the fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he spoke to Han Fushi with a smile. As his words faded, Remnant Moon reformed beside him, emitting a hum.
The reason he was able to dodge Han Fushi's fatal blow just now was that, at the critical moment, he had unsealed a small amount of his power. It wasn't much, just enough to break free from the restraints of the Immobilization Talisman.
Because he had only unsealed a small amount of power, and coupled with the interference from the vast amount of talisman energy, Han Fushi, who was in a state of excitement at the time, simply didn't notice this.
After breaking free from the Immobilization Talisman's restraints, he immediately used a Ground-Escaping Talisman to flee the area bombarded by talismans. However, in that situation, no matter how fast his reaction, he couldn't completely avoid the explosive power unleashed by such a large quantity of talismans. Thus, his body still sustained a certain degree of injury, and the bloodstains he wiped from his mouth were the best proof.
Han Fushi, whose heart was already boiling with rage, hearing Yang Haoran's words, wished he could just strangle him to death.
"Stop bickering with me! You were lucky to survive that last strike, but now you're an arrow at the end of its flight. Let's see how long you can last!"
Han Fushi spoke in a deep voice, then prepared to unleash other techniques. Although his personal storage space now held few talismans with significant destructive power, that didn't mean he had no other methods at his disposal.
He still had his strongest move to deploy. In his estimation, as long as he unleashed this technique, he would be guaranteed to eliminate Yang Haoran. It was just that this move consumed an exorbitant amount of Talisman Spirit Power, and he never used it unless it was absolutely critical. But now, he couldn't care less; he just needed to kill Yang Haoran first.
After all, this was the Talisman Order's territory. Even if he collapsed from exhaustion after unleashing that move, it wouldn't matter; other Talisman Masters would still protect him.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a space not far away suddenly fluctuated violently. This sudden development not only captured Han Fushi's gaze but also drew Yang Haoran's attention.
The sudden violent fluctuation of space clearly indicated that someone intended to teleport here through a spatial rift. Judging by the intensity and area of the fluctuation, it seemed more than one person was suddenly teleporting over.
Three spatial rifts appeared almost simultaneously, and from each, a person emerged. The appearance of these three individuals made Han Fushi's originally gloomy face suddenly blossom into a chrysanthemum-like smile.
He was so delighted because the three people who had suddenly appeared were all Talisman Masters from their Ancheng Talisman Order, and without exception, they were all Black Talisman Masters.
The power fluctuations emanating from these three Black Talisman Masters were not weak. While they couldn't compare to Han Fushi, the head of the Ancheng Talisman Order, they were considerably stronger than the old man already lying on the ground, his fate unknown.
The three were indeed Talisman Masters from the Ancheng Talisman Order, but each had always been responsible for their own temple. Although this particular temple was Ancheng's largest Talisman Ancestor Temple, it was not one they were assigned to; rather, it was managed by Han Fushi, the head of the Talisman Order, with the old man serving as Han Fushi's assistant, responsible for various trivial matters.
Their presence here now was naturally because they had sensed the great battle unfolding. After all, with such a massive commotion, it would have been difficult not to notice. Thus, they set aside their current tasks and immediately tore through space to rush over.
The appearance of the three made Han Fushi quite pleased, for it meant he had gained three powerful helpers. Let alone Yang Haoran being injured at the moment, even if he were uninjured and at his peak, facing the four of them, Yang Haoran would be at a dead end; it would be absolutely impossible for him to escape with his life.
Compared to Han Fushi's joy, Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged. He was still the same as before, with a faint smile on his face, as if he hadn't realized how dire his current predicament was.
Having dared to cause trouble here, he had naturally considered this point long ago, so he wasn't surprised at all that other Talisman Masters would rush to Han Fushi's aid.
After the three Talisman Masters appeared, seeing the area engulfed in a sea of flames and the temple reduced to ruins, their faces immediately turned extremely grim.
This temple was the Ancheng Talisman Order's largest Talisman Ancestor Temple; it could be said to be their sect's very brand, a banner representing the Ancheng Talisman Order. Yet, now that the temple was destroyed, it meant their Ancheng Talisman Order's banner had fallen. As Talisman Masters of the Ancheng Talisman Order, their expressions naturally couldn't be anything but grim.
The three wore grim expressions, their gazes successively falling upon Yang Haoran. Although they didn't know exactly what had transpired, in their opinion, the temple's current state must have been the doing of this Underworld Official before them.
"Audacious madman! How dare you destroy my Talisman Order's temple!"
One of them, utterly furious, roared directly at Yang Haoran, substantive killing intent erupting from his eyes.
Although the other two were equally furious, they were comparatively more rational than the first.
"Your Excellency, we don't know which city's Emissary of Death you are, but what deep-seated grudge does our Ancheng Talisman Order have with you that would cause you to destroy our Talisman Order's temple!"
This person did not mistake Yang Haoran for an Ancheng Underworld Office Night Watcher, for he had spotted the Soul Armament by Yang Haoran's side—a powerful artifact that could only be acquired after opening one's Heaven Soul. Aside from the Emissary of Death Xu Meijing, he had never heard of any Night Watcher in the Ancheng Underworld Office successfully opening their Heaven Soul, which was why he believed Yang Haoran was an Emissary of Death from another city.
The third person remained silent, simply watching Yang Haoran with a gloomy gaze, like a fierce beast that had spotted its prey, searching for the most opportune moment to strike!
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