Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Resolute Reporting
The specter from Xuan Yang has transformed into the likeness of Xu Hai?
Or has it completely taken control of Xu Hai’s body?
Zhou Heng’s heart was filled with suspicion, but his face remained impassive as he said in a deep voice, “Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Xu, but I have my own ways of avoiding those ladies, no trouble needed.”
Seeing Zhou Heng’s apparent wariness, Xuan Yang laughed and said, “It seems Brother Zhou still doesn’t trust me, but I assure you, I have no ill intentions. I have a secluded place in Yuyang County City that can offer you some peace and quiet.”
A secluded place?” Zhou Heng feigned interest with a smile, “Where might that be?”
First I’ll follow you, then I’ll finish you off, perfect.
“Brother Zhou, just come with me,” Xuan Yang replied with a smile, and then turned to walk in a certain direction, saying, “Once we get there, we can discuss the important matters we’ve previously mentioned.”
Indeed, he’s just a naive youngster, so easily fooled.
Even if he’s a reincarnation of a mighty being, before growing up, he’s as vulnerable as any other.
Zhou Heng, carrying the unconscious Wang Tong, followed Xuan Yang.
A moment later, the “two” individuals, each harboring their own thoughts, arrived at a desolate area on the outskirts of the city, rarely visited by people.
The land here was flat, overgrown with wild grass, but even the grass was unusually short, with few plants taller than one foot.
Indeed, this is quite the secluded place,” Zhou Heng said with a smile, his heart searching for the right moment to take action, ready to attack at any time.
A desolate and uninhabited area is an ideal place for murder.
“This used to be a beautiful peach grove,” Xuan Yang explained, hands clasped behind him, his tone markedly different from before, “but everything changed after the Battle of Tianyang.”
The Battle of Tianyang? Zhou Heng was taken aback by this sudden topic from Xuan Yang, which was completely unexpected.
The Battle of Tianyang was said to be a pivotal battle that led to the tripartite stand of the Da Qi, Da Zhou, and Da Jin empires.
Before this battle, the world knew only one supreme empire.
It happened thousands of years ago.
However, listening to Xuan Yang’s tone, it was as if he had personally experienced the Battle of Tianyang.
Are ghost beings this long-lived?!
“Hehe, ultimately it’s just that the True Spirit hasn’t awakened, no longer as it was, now you’re nothing more than this Ninth Rank youngster!”
Xuan Yang’s mocking laughter echoed as he suddenly erupted. His body melted into a thick, wax-like substance, squirming and stretching out as he pounced toward Zhou Heng.
This was exactly the same as Yu Shang’s attack method from before.
The drastic change in Xuan Yang’s body, accompanied by a powerful psychic assault, was like invisible arrows shooting straight into Zhou Heng’s mind.
He was well aware of how strong the psychic shock he could administer after this transformation was.
Martial Artists below the Seventh Rank peak simply could not withstand it!
As long as the Divine Soul had not interacted with the external laws of heaven and earth, it could not possibly withstand such a level of psychic assault.
Even those naturally strong in spirit could not.
Even if it was the reincarnation of a formidable being at the threshold of the Thunder Tribulation, before the Cultivation Realm was truly elevated, only the deepest part of the Divine Soul, the True Spirit’s essence, was of a high level; the surface of the Divine Soul was still frail.
This was a sure win.
However, Xuan Yang was naturally cautious. Earlier in that underground cavity, the purple-black radiance not only healed his injuries but also greatly enhanced the strength of his spirit.
To ensure there was no chance of failure.
When he had invited Zhou Heng over, he even revealed bits of historical secrets, taking advantage of Zhou Heng’s surprise to launch a resolute attack, seeking to settle the outcome with one strike!
In Xuan Yang’s eyes, this was a perfect plan, a surefire action with no possibility of failure.
Even if Zhou Heng was alert beforehand, even if Zhou Heng was psychologically prepared, even if Zhou Heng was ready to counterattack at any moment, it would be useless.
What can a mere Ninth Rank Warrior do, even if he’s the reincarnation of a mighty being?
What does it matter if he’s exceptionally talented, capable of defeating an Eighth Rank with Ninth Grade skills?
Facing a psychic shock far beyond his limit of endurance, Zhou Heng simply could not have any room to resist!
How can one lose with a psychic shock so blatantly overwhelming?
It’s simply not possible!
Boom!
A thunderbolt cracked through the dry sky, suddenly and startlingly.
Golden lightning struck from the void, like a shimmering golden serpent flashing with electric light, it streaked across the sky in an instant, and accurately slashed upon Xuan Yang’s body.
The brilliant lightning was filled with a power that restrained spirits, causing Xuan Yang, who was lunging at Zhou Heng, to freeze in midair, and the sticky layer of liquid on its surface turned directly into char.
Thud!
A clump of scorched, sticky liquid fell to the ground, wriggling as it tried to continue to transform, even attempting to seep into the ground, but then—
Boom!
Another thunderbolt struck down, the sticky liquid that had just started to wriggle was hit into a complete mess, making it even difficult to budge.
Zhou Heng stood nearby, his face showing pain as he took out chunks of gold from his sleeve, releasing Palm Thunder, and continuously struck down at Xuan Yang, which had turned into the sticky liquid.
The proficiency of the high-level Palm Thunder had become very fast, almost reaching the point of “instantaneous release.”
It just meant burning money even faster.
Previously, when the true dream was invaded by Xuan Yang, the proficiency of the Palm Thunder was already close to advanced, and after a little more practice, it was sufficient.
Zhou Heng burned through five taels of gold and finally heard the prompt.
“Congratulations! You’ve killed an evenly matched enemy ‘Xuan Yang Remnant Soul Will,’ Fortune Bag [Silver] +1.”
At this point, the clump of sticky liquid had been completely turned into a heap of black ash by his Palm Thunder.
A gust of wind.
And it was scattered.
Never thought there’d be a time with one monster, two kills,” Zhou Heng couldn’t help laughing out loud, feeling very pleased, the battle was easier than he had imagined.
He had intended that if Xuan Yang had transformed and launched a spiritual shock, he would activate the state of Purified Heart and at the same time run his Inner Strength at full capacity to increase his resistance to mental attacks.
But unexpectedly, though Xuan Yang’s spiritual shock was mighty, he just felt
a bit of a headache and didn’t suffer any severe damage.
“Is this the effect of the Spiritual Root +1? Or is it because I’ve been cultivating
Taoist Formulas for a long time, which has increased the strength of my Divine Soul?” Zhou Heng speculated the reasons within his heart.
After that, he took a closer look at the wasteland and felt that it was indeed desolately overdone.
If it weren’t for some wild grass, it looked almost like a land of death.
“Was this place a peach grove thousands of years ago?” Zhou Heng couldn’t help murmuring to himself.
He was somewhat curious about the identity of Xuan Yang as well as where the true body of Xuan Yang could be?
Recalling Xuan Yang’s actions and words just now, Zhou Heng couldn’t help scuffing the ground with his foot. Could it be… that Xuan Yang’s true body was actually suppressed under this very ground?
An entity that lived for thousands of years?
Zhou Heng couldn’t help frowning; he knew well that if this were the case, it was beyond his ability to deal with, no matter what.
The only option was to report it.
Return to Huangtong Mansion City.
Report to the prefect Wu Zongshan, report to the Zhou Tian Boundary Officer.
Let the real powerhouses deal with the matters here.
Deal with Xuan Yang.
Although Zhou Heng had left Yuyang County City, the legends about him remained.
The newly advanced human list master “Bone Breaker” Zhou Heng, chased around the streets by a group of young and beautiful girls, became a source of endless enjoyment for the people.
The day after Zhou Heng left the place.
A petite girl with outstanding looks, who seemed to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a green dress, arrived.
She found an inn to stay.
She heard the innkeeper boasting about the Zhou Heng, who had just ranked ninety-ninth on the human list, and had stayed here.
They said that “Bone Breaker” wore a straw raincoat and rode a red jujube horse.
He had the bearing of a young wanderer from the world of martial artists.
“Is it him?” The girl’s eyes lit up when she heard this and secretly thought, “Could he also have come here in search of the rumored treasure?
“But why did he leave so quickly?”