"KILL!!!"

"KILL!!!"

War cries echoed throughout the courtyard.

Empowered by strange Talisman Paper, the Wangling Sect followers’ strength had grown immense. They felt no pain and fought like wild beasts, clashing with the constables and government officials.

"Their heads!"

"Attack their heads!"

"That’s their fatal weakness!"

Han Yuan roared, swinging his Cold Blade and splitting a Wangling Sect follower’s head in two, splattering blood everywhere.

The stench of blood quickly filled the entire courtyard.

Just then, Han Yuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

CREAK~

It was as if an invisible claw had viciously raked across his back.

Copper Skin and Iron Bones!

The sound was sharp, like claws scratching against metal.

The back of Han Yuan’s clothes was torn to shreds, revealing several sharp, bloody marks.

"You’re courting death!"

Han Yuan spun around abruptly. With a sweep of his arm, his Cold Blade flashed out in an arc of chilling light!

PFFT!

But the slash hit nothing but air.

There was seemingly nothing behind him.

In that moment of hesitation, several Wangling Sect followers shrieked and lunged at Han Yuan.

"Eight Extremes·Water-Splitting Slash!"

Han Yuan shouted, switching to a two-handed grip and unleashing a flurry of slashes!

In an instant, he had unleashed seven or eight streaks of blade light, dicing the followers to pieces. Limbs and flesh flew through the air.

Suddenly, that same chilling sensation returned.

Han Yuan’s left foot hooked backward, kicking out like a scorpion’s tail.

THUD!

Han Yuan felt his foot connect with something as cold as ice.

A white shadow was knocked out of thin air by his kick.

"This trick again."

Han Yuan snorted. He leaped into the air, his right leg swinging up in a massive arc as he delivered a powerful roundhouse kick straight to the white shadow’s head.

BANG!

The terrifying, brutish Qi Power shattered the white shadow’s head, which dissipated into a puff of white mist.

"Han Yuan, leave this to us," Huang Xian’Er called out in a low voice.

Han Yuan nodded at her, then gripped his saber in one hand and charged into the mansion’s main hall.

Inside the main hall.

A dozen or so burly men stood there, bare-chested and covered in painted runes. Each held a strange black flag, glaring menacingly at Han Yuan as he entered.

Further inside stood two figures clad in Magic Robes.

Han Yuan had seen both of them before.

One was the so-called Master of Difficulties.

The other was the man from the County Yamen.

Wei Changqing had told him the man’s name: He Ye.

"Villain! Why do you not kneel before two Mages?!"

The men holding the black flags shouted in unison. Their voices were loud and full of pressure.

Han Yuan sneered. "I am a Demon Exterminator from the Observatory. Why don’t *you* kneel?"

"In the eyes of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother, no one is different in status."

The Master of Difficulties spoke, his tone feigning compassion.

"Well, in my eyes, you’re just a pack of animals," Han Yuan said with a grin.

"How dare you!"

Enraged by his words, one of the burly men swung his black flag, thrusting it at Han Yuan like a spear.

BOOM!

Han Yuan stomped his foot, shattering the floorboards. In a flash, he dodged the incoming flag and drew a long streak of blade light, a silken ribbon that lopped off the man’s head.

"This villain has committed countless sins! Subdue him!" the Master of Difficulties roared.

SWISH SWISH SWISH~

The other men brandished their black flags, seemingly forming some kind of battle formation. They surrounded Han Yuan, swinging their flags viciously down at his head.

Han Yuan’s bones and sinews crackled as his body seemed to swell, and he charged forward like a Demon-Subduing Arhat.

Unstoppable!

Unrivaled!

Before the black flags could even land, Han Yuan slammed into one of the men.

It was as if he’d been hit by a ten-thousand-ton truck at high speed.

The man’s bones instantly shattered, and his body was about to be sent flying.

But Han Yuan grabbed him by the ankle and swung him around.

A powerful gust of wind instantly whipped through the hall.

BANG! BANG! BANG!~~

One by one, the men were violently smashed and sent flying.

"This guy... is he really just an Inner Breath Martial Artist?"

The Master of Difficulties frowned.

"I told you, he’s savage."

"He’s already killed two of my Evil Souls."

He Ye said grimly.

"If the two of us join forces, you think we should be afraid of him?!"

The Master of Difficulties said coldly.

"Then let’s use the power of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother," He Ye said in a low voice, watching Han Yuan rampage like a violent beast.

"It’s the only way."

The Master of Difficulties agreed with a nod.

The next moment, they both formed a bizarre Hand Seal and began chanting a strange Spell.

"Yellow Springs Saint Mother... grant me Divine Power..."

BANG!

Just as Han Yuan smashed the last of the men to death, he felt a strange, sinister fluctuation of energy.

He turned to look.

The Master of Difficulties and He Ye were undergoing a bizarre transformation.

He Ye’s body swelled rapidly, growing to over two meters tall. His skin began to rot, emitting a thick stench of death.

The Master of Difficulties’s transformation was even more dramatic. Dark red scales sprouted all over his body, a long, hooked tail grew from his spine, and his face became utterly hideous and distorted. He no longer looked human at all, more like some grotesque monster.

"Evil Spirits?"

Han Yuan froze for a second.

It was the first time he had ever encountered something that was neither human nor ghost.

The next moment, the Master of Difficulties shot forward in a streak of red light. His hands were terrifyingly withered, his fingers jabbing like sharp claws.

Han Yuan swung his Cold Blade, unleashing a Thunderous Slash.

BOOM!

The faint sound of roaring thunder could be heard.

The Cold Blade struck the Master of Difficulties’s palm, but it only produced a shower of sparks.

WHOOSH!

A jolt of terror shot through Han Yuan.

The hooked tail that had grown from the Master of Difficulties’s back shot toward his eyes like a venomous snake.

Han Yuan ducked his head to the side, simultaneously landing a vicious kick on the Master of Difficulties’s body.

BANG!

The Master of Difficulties was sent flying.

The next instant, a massive, rotting figure loomed over Han Yuan.

It was He Ye!

His giant, stinking, rotten hand descended with immense air pressure, clawing viciously for Han Yuan’s head.

It was as if he intended to crush Han Yuan’s skull.

A thrill of excitement flashed in Han Yuan’s eyes. He focused his Black Whale Sea-Covering Qi into his left arm, and his veins and muscles swelled as if they were about to explode. Like a giant from antiquity, he struck out with a Giant Spirit Monument-Opening Hand!

BOOM!!!

He Ye shrieked in agony. His entire left arm was destroyed by the immense force, his rotten flesh bursting apart.

However, his bones seemed exceptionally hard and didn’t shatter.

WHOOSH!

At that same moment, the Master of Difficulties attacked again.

The two of them assaulted Han Yuan from both sides.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!~~

Han Yuan swung his Cold Blade with both hands, fighting fiercely against the two monsters.

The Black Whale Sea-Covering Qi inside him was exceptionally violent, and even fighting one against two, he wasn’t at a disadvantage.

The Master of Difficulties was faster, and his hooked tail was insidious and cunning, making it difficult to defend against.

He Ye, on the other hand, was relatively simple, but his strength was immense.

The more Han Yuan fought, the more excited he became. The Black Whale Sea-Covering Qi within him surged ever more violently.

His entire aura grew increasingly crazed and bloodthirsty, savage and tyrannical.

"KILL!!!"

Han Yuan dodged He Ye’s giant palm, but at the same time, another figure charged him.

Han Yuan pushed off the ground and shot out a sudden Heart-Piercing Kick!

THUD!

The kick landed on the Master of Difficulties’s chest with the force of a thunderbolt!