Chapter 965: Tearing Off the Disguise
In the massive pit, Han Fushi crawled out from a pile of rubble. He looked quite disheveled, covered in dirt and dust.
The Gold Talisman Master's kick just now was full of fury, and its power was naturally immense. Han Fushi, being a bit slow to react and failing to dodge in time, was injured by the brutal force that erupted from that kick, his very body buried under dirt and rubble.
To say Han Fushi wasn't angry would be impossible; on the contrary, he was seething with rage. However, he dared not vent his anger, for the reason was simple: the one who struck him was his master. He simply lacked the guts to unleash his fury upon his own teacher.
After crawling out of the rubble, Han Fushi suppressed the rage in his heart and prepared to return to his master's side, awaiting his commands. But when he realized his master was now in an absolute frenzy, on the verge of exploding like a powder keg, this discovery made him abandon the idea of returning to his master's back. Instead, he put as much distance between himself and his master as quickly as possible.
He had just suffered a loss, sustaining some injuries, and he certainly didn't want to repeat the experience. Returning to his master's side now, he figured he'd likely be caught in the crossfire again, so he simply decided to keep his distance.
Whether it was Han Fushi's misfortune or his slowness, he hadn't yet put a safe distance between himself and the Gold Talisman Master when the latter erupted with an enraged roar.
Furious Talisman Spirit Power surged from the Gold Talisman Master's body, rapidly spreading outwards. Han Fushi had barely moved when he was struck by this violent surge, his body sent flying once more.
Compared to Han Fushi, the surrounding flora fared even worse. They had done nothing, yet simply by growing there, they suffered a devastating blow. Both large and small trees crashed to the ground, while wild flowers and blades of grass were directly pulverized into dust, becoming fertilizer for the land.
Yang Haoran and the other two, who had just landed, retreated once more, and in their retreat, they didn't forget to grab Xiang Chuan, who was lying on the ground.
The four retreated to a safe distance, and Yang Haoran once again tossed Xiang Chuan onto the ground like trash. His gaze then locked onto the Gold Talisman Master in the distance.
"Ouch, ouch, go easy, go easy! My delicate arms and slender legs can't withstand such abuse from you. Don't you know us Pharmacists are incredibly precious? What if you hurt even a single hair on me? There's no ambulance here, you know!"
Xiang Chuan rolled on the ground, yelling loudly, his expression incredibly exaggerated. Of course, his tone and choice of words were equally over-the-top.
Yang Haoran ignored Xiang Chuan's raving. All his attention was fixed on the Gold Talisman Master. The power emanating from the Gold Talisman Master at this moment was terrifying. From what Yang Haoran knew of the Gold Talisman Master's strength, he should have unleashed his full power by now; in other words, the Gold Talisman Master had entered his strongest state.
The reason Yang Haoran's gaze was fixed on the Gold Talisman Master wasn't out of fear, but rather to guard against the Gold Talisman Master suddenly unleashing a killing blow that might harm Bai Xue or Old Master Wu.
Not only did he not fear the Gold Talisman Master, but he also felt practically no pressure in his heart. He believed he could take on the Gold Talisman Master.
His lack of pressure didn't mean Bai Xue and Old Master Wu felt the same. Bai Xue was relatively better off, but Old Master Wu was under immense pressure, as his strength paled significantly in comparison to Bai Xue's.
Bai Xue was stronger than Old Master Wu, but considerably weaker than the Gold Talisman Master, so she dared not be careless. Meanwhile, Xiang Chuan, still rolling on the ground, was yelling incessantly, causing a burst of irritation within her, so she couldn't help but snap at him.
"Shut up! If you chatter one more time, I'll swallow you whole!"
A threat of this magnitude from Bai Xue should logically be hard to scare anyone, but Xiang Chuan seemed genuinely startled, exclaiming with an exaggerated expression:
"I'm a Pharmacist! I'm respected wherever I go! Aren't you worried about losing a treasure like me, treating me so impolitely?"
Bai Xue glared at Xiang Chuan, then ignored him. Now was certainly not the time to bicker with him.
Yang Haoran watched the enraged Gold Talisman Master in the distance, a faint smile on his face, appearing utterly calm.
"Senior, anger harms the body. With such a temper, you should be careful your body doesn't give out. Look at your apprentice, Han Fushi – you've almost killed him with those two outbursts."
Yang Haoran spoke with a slow, unhurried smile. The moment his words fell, Han Fushi, who had just managed to scramble back to his feet, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Han Fushi wasn't cooperating with Yang Haoran, nor would he ever. It was simply that he was indeed seriously injured. He was merely a Black Talisman Master; caught twice in the violent power unleashed by a Gold Talisman Master, how could he possibly not be injured?
"Undertaker Yang, I will ask you one last question: the Black-Robed Person's scattered soul—do you have a way to reassemble it?"
The Gold Talisman Master took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the rage within him, but the effect was not obvious. As he questioned Yang Haoran, his face remained grotesquely twisted, appearing quite terrifying.
Yang Haoran naturally wasn't intimidated by the Gold Talisman Master's expression or aura. His face unchanged, he responded with a faint smile.
"Senior, you are a Gold Talisman Master, after all. How could you ask such a childish question? Once a soul undergoes Soul Transformation, who has the ability to re-condense it? At least, I haven't heard of anyone with such a capability so far. Moreover, I'm just a minor Underworld agent; naturally, I have even less such ability."
How could the Gold Talisman Master not know that a soul, once scattered, could not be re-condensed? The only reason he asked Yang Haoran such a foolish question was because he still harbored a sliver of hope. Furthermore, being in a state of furious rage, he had completely lost his rationality, and the question he posed hadn't passed through his mind at all—it was entirely subconscious.
Although Yang Haoran's answer didn't surprise him, it didn't prevent his dissatisfaction with it.
"In that case, go to hell!"
The Gold Talisman Master's face twisted, and he pointed an empty hand at Yang Haoran. A golden light shot out from his fingertip, hurtling towards Yang Haoran's position.
The Gold Talisman Master's cooperation with Yang Haoran had never been simple. Besides wanting to extract information about the Lock Yin Talisman from the Black-Robed Person, slaying Yang Haoran was also one of his objectives. However, the former was more important to him. For this very reason, it had been placed first, his primary goal for this trip.
According to his plan, after gaining control of the Black-Robed Person, he would slay Yang Haoran. But before doing so, he intended to make Yang Haoran feel terror, make him pay the price for his past words and actions, make him writhe in regret, and then kneel before him, begging for mercy from this Senior. He wanted Yang Haoran to die amidst intense fright and profound regret.
Just now, when he and Han Fushi arrived and saw the Black-Robed Person under control, he was delighted. At that moment, he had already begun to execute his plan, but before he could even finish speaking, the Black-Robed Person, knowing escape was futile, chose to commit suicide.
His efforts had amounted to drawing water with a bamboo basket – all for naught. Consumed by rage, he simply wanted to unleash the fury in his heart, and Yang Haoran naturally became the target for his venting. Since Yang Haoran was already a target he intended to slay, he certainly wouldn't be polite.
In his eyes, Yang Haoran was merely a minor Underworld agent who had opened his Heaven Soul, his meager strength completely beneath contempt. Therefore, he didn't use his precious Gold Talismans. A mere empty-handed flick of his finger at Yang Haoran was, he believed, enough power to utterly shatter Yang Haoran's body!
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