164: Chapter 164 The Black Warrior

Three minutes later.

Bai Sixing arrived, driving as fast as lightning.

After getting out of the car, he focused his gaze on the small Chaotian Temple before him. A moment later, he frowned and asked, "What is so special about this Chaotian Temple?"

Han Jingyang made a gesture of invitation. "Go over and take a look, and you'll know."

Bai Sixing looked at Han Jingyang suspiciously. "If I go over, then the credit will be mine."

"Mm-hmm, I'm handing it to you on a silver platter."

"So kind?"

"I've finished my mission by helping you find the real culprit. I can get my bounty now that I'm going back. Catching the person is your mission; it has nothing to do with me."

"I don't believe it. Is this Chaotian Temple very dangerous?"

"You're a super expert. Even if there is danger, you'll be able to retreat unscathed."

Bai Sixing stopped in his tracks. "I keep feeling like you kid are setting me up."

Han Jingyang smiled. "If you aren't going, I will."

"Go ahead."

"The spoils of war all belong to me."

"Fine."

Han Jingyang nodded at Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya. "Prepare for combat."

"Yes!"

"Okay, Boss!"

Han Jingyang took out a folding table, opened his luggage bag, and began taking out props. Big and small, he soon had a whole table set up.

The jade guan gong statue was placed in the center.

The reclining maitreya buddha was on the left, and the guanyin statue was on the right.

A copper incense burner was placed in the front.

In front of the incense burner were offerings like fruits.

Besides that, Han Jingyang had a scattered pile of props around him, all placed in positions where he could grab them at a moment's notice, ready to be used at critical times.

Ready.

Han Jingyang pinched three sticks of incense and prepared to light them.

Bai Sixing, who had been watching the whole time, shouted before Han Jingyang could light the incense. "Wait—"

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Let me try first. You help me cover the flank."

"What about the spoils?"

"If I win, we split them. If I lose, they're all yours, and I'll give you an extra, decent dharma instrument as compensation."

"This..."

"Two items."

"Deal," Han Jingyang nodded quickly.

Bai Sixing was stunned. "Damn it, I fell for your trick again, kid."

Although he said that, his actions were swift. He took a long sword from the car, drew it from its scabbard, and approached Chaotian Temple step by step, holding the sword in one hand.

Liu Jing was a bit worried. "Boss, will there be a problem?"

Han Jingyang directly lit the three sticks of incense, inserted them into the copper incense burner, and gave a low shout. "Manifestation of Holiness."

At the same time, he activated the Manifestation of Holiness attribute of the guanyin statue.

The next second.

Liu Jing's eyes widened sharply. "The old man is this fierce?"

Shi Xiaoya also nervously gripped her katana. "Is this the true qi they were talking about?"

Han Jingyang nodded slightly. "The old man is a legitimate Taoist descendant, practicing an extremely rigid and yang technique. The qi he cultivates is naturally extraordinary. As for whether it's called true qi, internal qi, or magical power, that's not important. Its essence is qi, the same thing as feng shui earth qi and the qi in qi veins, just with different manifestations and attributes."

"Is that the same for dharma instruments?"

"Yes, the essence is the same. It's like how the smallest, most essential substance in modern physics is the quark. The reason there is a kaleidoscopic world is because the ways these smallest particles combine are different. Qi is the same."

Shi Xiaoya had only been following Han Jingyang for a few days and was encountering his pseudo-scientific theory for the first time. She nodded in realization. "Then can the old man beat that thing?"

Han Jingyang stared at Bai Sixing's back and shook his head. "We'll only know after he fights. But there's definitely no danger; this old man has a trump card."

Under the gaze of Han Jingyang and the others, Bai Sixing slowly approached Chaotian Temple.

Bai Sixing took it one step at a time, very cautiously.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

The moment Bai Sixing took a step, that black warrior roared and rushed out of the temple again, like a giant spirit god descending to earth, waving its long sword to slash at Bai Sixing.

This was the first time Han Jingyang and the others saw the full appearance of the black warrior.

It was over three meters tall, its arms and legs were like water buckets, its muscles were bulging, and it was full of intimidation.

It had a leopard's head with round eyes, its bristly beard stood on end, and its expression was ferocious and terrifying.

When it opened its large mouth, it revealed ghastly white teeth, as if it could swallow tigers and leopards whole.

The long sword in its hand was nearly two meters long, pitch-black, and it seemed to tear through space as it was swung.

As the black sword swung down, wisps of black aura remained in the air.

Bai Sixing couldn't see the black warrior, but he could sense it.

The moment the black sword slashed down, he retreated without thinking, narrowly avoiding being decapitated by the black sword.

The black warrior missed its strike and became even angrier. Black flames of aura erupted from its body, and it swung its sword at Bai Sixing again.

Bai Sixing's expression changed drastically. He scrambled back, running while shouting, "Save me—"

Han Jingyang saw that Bai Sixing was indeed in a sorry state.

Seeing that the protective qi inside Bai Sixing was not on the same level as the black warrior, he didn't hesitate. He grabbed the bell, shook it violently, and shouted, "Guan Gong Manifestation."

As his voice fell.

He activated the skill attached to the jade guan gong statue.

Guan Gong Manifestation!

A red phantom emerged from the jade guan gong statue and quickly condensed in the air into the image of Lord Guan.

The red phantom of Lord Guan was also over three meters tall, entirely bright red, with a vivid and full hue, as if it were a red god of war.

Wearing full armor and a helmet, holding a blade in his right hand, he stood in mid-air, majestic and full of murderous aura.

After taking form, Lord Guan opened his phoenix eyes slightly, slowly raised the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, aimed at the black warrior, and charged with small steps.

The distance closed, and the charging speed became faster and faster.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

During the charge, Lord Guan leapt high into the air, twisting his waist to build momentum. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade tore through the sky and slashed down like a flash of blood-red lightning.

The black warrior sensed the attack from the Lord Guan phantom, immediately abandoned Bai Sixing, and raised its sword to block.

But before the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, it was like rotten wood.

With one slash.

The black long sword and the black warrior were simultaneously cut into two pieces and fell to the ground. It was as if they had real bodies; from the severed parts, black aura sprayed out as if it were blood.

But after less than three seconds, the two halves of the black warrior melted into two clumps of black aura and slowly drifted back to Chaotian Temple.

Han Jingyang, however, was merciless and used his consciousness to urge Lord Guan to charge again.

Lord Guan dragged his blade and sped forward, rushed to the entrance of Chaotian Temple, leapt high once again, and swung the Green Dragon Crescent Blade down in a full arc.

A red blade shadow flashed down.

The qi field of Chaotian Temple shattered instantly.

The plaque above the entrance flickered twice and then went completely dark.

This Chaotian Temple was finished.

Han Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

The black warrior was cut down.

The qi field that had been nurtured for who knows how long was also shattered.

At this moment, Chaotian Temple was just an undefended, dilapidated building. The qi field was broken, the qi had dissipated, exactly the same as the Dingshen Group building that had been ravaged by the True Martial Emperor.

At this time, any ghost or god could easily invade Chaotian Temple.

Without a qi field and qi, there was naturally no feng shui to speak of. Such a house could not be lived in because people and their dwellings are mutual and integrated. If a dwelling's qi field is strong and the qi is sufficient, it can naturally nourish the living; conversely, it will absorb the qi from within the living to compensate, which is harmful and of no benefit to people.

In short, this Chaotian Temple was done for.