NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 230: How Dare You Deceive Me Like This?
"Damn it! Who the hell framed me like this!?"
Yan Xuankong's face distorted immediately, irate as thunder.
Though he didn't want to admit it verbally, what the man said really matched his personality exactly!
At that moment, feeling exposed, Yan Xuankong felt as though he was stripped bare, leaving him slightly defenseless.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Xuankong looked at Han Zheng and snorted coldly, "So what if you know? You still have to cooperate with me to escape, don't you?
Kid, I initially felt somewhat guilty, but it turns out you're not an honest type either! You've been acting all along!
As a senior, today I'll teach you to behave.
That is, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and cunning are mere illusions!"
As his words fell, Yan Xuankong's body immediately burst forth with a dazzling golden Power of Primordial Spirit, attacking Han Zheng.
Yan Xuankong always claimed that he didn't have much of his Primordial Spirit Power remaining.
In reality, these years, with his Yang God separated from his flesh, his Primordial Spirit Power indeed hadn't been replenished much, but it wasn't as weak as he had claimed.
At least, in Yan Xuankong's view, it was enough to handle Han Zheng, a mere Xuan Gang Realm martial artist.
"Lord Yan is right, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and cunning are indeed illusions!"
Han Zheng gave a sinister smile, pinching a Seal Technique, and a ferocious ghost with two horns on its head appeared.
Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form!
The Horror Ghost King invoked the fear in Yan Xuankong's soul while simultaneously rushing forward to gnaw at his Primordial Spirit Power.
A Xuan Gang Realm martial artist who hadn't cultivated a Yang God had no way to counter Primordial Spirit Power attacks.
Even if one had trained in mental-type Secret Techniques, those sorts of spiritual power techniques were weak, not on the same level as the Power of Primordial Spirit.
This was where Yan Xuankong's confidence in handling Han Zheng lay.
Similarly, Han Zheng dared to play along with him because he had the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form.
The Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form wasn't a martial skill but a special superpower, a direct attack targeting the foundational layer of the soul.
Essentially, the Yang God is a sublimation and evolution of one's own soul.
The Horror Ghost King, being a Spiritual Body, could also harm the Yang God and could invoke the power of fear on the soul level.
"Fuck! What is this thing!?
How can a mere Xuan Gang Realm martial artist have such a thing!?"
Yan Xuankong's body's Primordial Spirit Power was devoured quite a bit by the Horror Ghost King, and Han Zheng didn't expect that the Horror Ghost King would be so powerful against a Spiritual Body.
"Can't handle it already? Try this!"
Han Zheng gathered the power of the Shocking God Needle in his hand, blasting directly towards Yan Xuankong, ready to give him another dose of intensity.
Although the Shocking God Needle was designed for martial artists, its Pain Origin also included intense soul pain.
Attacks based on such fundamental origins, whether against a physical body or a Yang God, could be said to be effective.
These two special superpowers could not be graded by tiers, but their effectiveness in certain moments could be astonishingly powerful.
"Ow!"
Yan Xuankong trembled in pain, his Yang God Body even curling into a small ball.
This kind of penetrating, soul-deep pain was something not even a being from the Yang God Realm could resist.
Moreover, since he was a Yang God Body now, he couldn't expel the power of the Shocking God Needle from his body.
Han Zheng, arms crossed, simply watched as the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form devoured and suppressed Yan Xuankong's Primordial Spirit Power, painfully twitching him repeatedly.
"Stop! Stop! I yield! I really yield!"
Han Zheng slowly said, "Yielding? Just now, Lord Yan, didn't you want to borrow my body? Don't want to borrow it now?
And you said that everything is an illusion in the face of power.
Now that I have the upper hand in strength, does your yielding even matter? Do I need you to yield?"
A hint of killing intent appeared in Han Zheng's eyes.
He didn't care if Yan Xuankong was a former Garrison Commander of Southern Mountain or a respected elder of the Demon Cleansing Bureau.
Since he dared to scheme against him, to try and seize his body, today he wouldn't let him leave here!
Seeing the killing intent in Han Zheng's eyes, Yan Xuankong was genuinely scared.
This young man had previously pretended to be obedient, but he was actually the same kind of being!
Selfish and lawless!
He didn't care about his own identity at all and dared to kill him just like that!
The bizarre Horror Ghost King continually devoured his Power of Primordial Spirit, and the pain brought by the Shocking God Needle made him wish for death.
At this moment, Yan Xuankong completely softened and pleaded urgently, "Don't kill me! I'm still of use to you!
You are only in the Xuan Gang Realm, I have the Martial Arts experience of the Yang God Realm to tell you!
I also have Cultivation Techniques that I can teach you, some of which are powerful techniques that can't even be exchanged with Merit!
And I have been the Garrison Commander of the Southern Mountain for many years, I know the entire Southern Mountain extremely well.
As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you all these things!"
Han Zheng lightly raised an eyebrow, withdrew the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form with a raise of his hand, and at the same time triggered the power of the Shocking God Needle to retract it.
These individual words alone didn't move Han Zheng.
However, combined, they could make Han Zheng consider sparing Yan Xuankong's life.
At this time, after being tormented by Han Zheng, the Yang God Body of Yan Xuankong shrank instantly, and his own Power of Primordial Spirit even began to dry up, leaving only a faint, hazy layer of golden light.
Yan Xuankong let out a breath, utterly regretful at this moment.
Originally, he thought Han Zheng was just an outstanding young hero from the Demon Cleansing Bureau, but he turned out to be a Living Yama!
Now, having failed to seize the body and being forced to concede and soften, if he had known this earlier, he would rather have offered these conditions to persuade Han Zheng to help him find a suitable body.
Thus, Wen Tingyun's assessment of Yan Xuankong was very accurate.
Arrogant, hasty for success, unscrupulous in his actions, certainly not a good kind.
He clearly had a better way to cooperate with Han Zheng, but he chose to forcefully seize Han Zheng's body.
Even though he repeatedly said that he would help Han Zheng find another body later, when would that be?
Han Zheng stared at Yan Xuankong and said, "I can spare your life, but I'm still uneasy about taking you outside.
After all, you are a being of the Yang God Realm; who knows what could change once you're outside.
What if you escape once outside, find another body to restore your Cultivation, and seek revenge against me?"
Yan Xuankong looked grief-stricken, "Look at my Yang God Body—I've been reduced to this state by you; how could I possibly seek revenge?
Besides, do you think a Martial Artist of the Yang God Realm can just randomly take over someone else's body?
If I just took over the body of a common person, my life would be ruined, and that mediocre Talent could imprison me for life.
I initially wanted to seize your body because I saw the potential in your Talent.
At such a young age to have such Cultivation, your Talent must be incredibly impressive.
I wouldn't bother to seize the body of a mediocrity like me."
Han Zheng's expression became slightly strange.
If he had really let Yan Xuankong succeed in possessing him, he wondered if the other party would curse him upon seeing his true Talent.
"Although that's what you say, I just can't feel at ease.
You, as a Grandmaster of the Yang God Realm, must have many methods to restrict a Yang God.
As long as you can come up with a way to let me control your Yang God and ease my mind, I won't kill you and will take you out."
Yan Xuankong's brow furrowed immediately, and he angrily said, "How dare a junior like you deceive me like this?
You want to control my Yang God but still make me come up with the method myself; this is simply bullying to the extreme!
Even if I can't get out today, I'd rather self-destruct my Yang God and drag us both down together!"
Han Zheng released the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form and said indifferently, "You can try if your self-destructed Yang God could kill this thing.
Don't be so agitated; I promise you that once I reach the Yang God Realm and you are no longer a threat, I might even help you recreate a body and restore your freedom."
Yan Xuankong looked at the Horror Purgatory Ghost King Form and finally nodded his head reluctantly.
It's better to live disgracefully than to die with honour.
If he was trapped in Thousand Buddha Village forever, he would have accepted his fate, but seeing that he was one step away from leaving, he was unwilling to give up this hope.