179: Chapter 179 Black Diamond

Han Jingyang felt his anger instantly rush to his head upon hearing Liu Qing's words.

Damn it, there's really no reasoning with people like this.

There is simply no reasoning to be had.

These people are best at twisting facts, avoiding the important issues, shifting conflicts, and then biting back, accusing you of being unreasonable.

To deal with such people, the only way is to meet violence with violence.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang took a deep breath and said to Liu Jing, "Begin."

Liu Jing pinched three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner.

Standing in front of the incense burner was the seated statue of the True Martial Emperor.

Liu Qing was shocked: "Surname Han, what are you trying to do?"

Han Jingyang did not even turn his head as he loudly proclaimed: "Dragon Slaying—"

The two words "Dragon Slaying" echoed across the wide field.

The field was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Huo Qian and Liu Ming, who had known about this in advance.

Liu Ming, in particular, stared at Han Jingyang, dumbfounded. He had only one thought in his heart: He really dared, and he really could, because he had the ability to control spirits.

Liu Jian reacted the fastest and shouted: "Fellow villagers, hit him! He wants to destroy the feng shui of our Xiaohe Village! Hit him—"

This sentence, regardless of whether it was true or false, was extremely inflammatory.

In today's rural areas, people don't really care much about feng shui, but if someone says that someone is going to ruin the village's feng shui, everyone gets more excited than the next, as if their ancestral graves were being dug up.

This group of people was no exception.

They didn't know what was going on at first, but once they heard Liu Jian say that this young man was going to destroy the village's feng shui, how could they hold back? Following Liu Jian's cry of "Hit him," they brandished the tools in their hands and rushed toward Han Jingyang and Liu Jing.

However, at this very moment, a black figure nearly three meters tall abruptly blocked their path.

"Damn—"

"Mommy, there's a ghost!"

"What the hell is that?"

"Retreat, retreat! This, this is the Buddhist Black Vajra! Retreat quickly!"

"Ahhhhh..."

"Run!"

The group of people, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, saw the suddenly appearing Chaotian Temple and shrank back even faster.

The Three Liu Brothers, who had been prepared for a brawl, were also dumbfounded.

What is this thing?

Is it really some Buddhist Black Vajra?

Liu Qing's face changed drastically, and he stood frozen on the spot, only looking at Liu Jian after a moment.

Liu Jian looked equally terrible, but soon shouted: "Everyone, stop!"

Although Liu Jian was not the richest, he was older and was Liu Qing's older brother, so he had significant prestige in the village. Thus, after his shout, the panicked villagers stopped.

But the villagers only watched from afar, not daring to come any closer. People weren't stupid these days; catching a thief or putting out a fire was one thing, but asking them to risk their lives against such a bizarre existence was out of the question—they wouldn't do it for any amount of money.

That kind of money, you have to be alive to earn it and spend it. If they really died here, this life-buying money would only benefit other men, who would spend their life-buying money to sleep with their wives and beat their children.

Seeing this, Liu Jian's face looked even worse, but he still pretended to be calm: "Don't be afraid. This isn't any ghost or god; it's just a little trick by a wandering charlatan, just like magic. In the past, people wandering the world could basically do this; it's nothing strange. Think about it, if this thing were real, we would have unified the globe long ago; would we have needed to be bullied for one or two hundred years?"

The villagers listened, and it made sense. There were no ghosts or gods in this world; everything was about science now, and things like ghosts and gods were just superstition.

With that, their morale returned.

Liu Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Han Jingyang: "Everyone, go together! Hit him hard! If you kill him, our Liu family will take the blame. As for that black thing, don't worry about it; just treat it like someone playing a movie. It's fake, it's air. Just rush through it in one go."

The villagers looked at each other and nodded, but they didn't rush as fast as they did last time. Instead, a few bold ones took the lead, with the rest following behind, huddled together as they moved forward.

At this moment, Han Jingyang turned back and gave everyone a big smile: "Everyone, no need to rush. I'll perform another one of the wandering tricks that Boss Liu mentioned. It's very spectacular. You can hit me after you've finished watching!"

After finishing, he turned his back to the crowd, held a peach wood sword, made a show of waving it twice, and then shouted loudly: "Zhenwu Descends to Earth—"

As his voice fell, nothing happened.

Everyone waited for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter.

"Zhenwu Descends to Earth?"

"What do you take the True Martial Emperor for? Someone you can summon and dismiss at will?"

"Even Celestial Master Zhang might not be able to summon the True Martial Emperor."

"Hilarious, 'Zhenwu Descends to Earth' indeed."

"It is indeed a good show, a funny show."

"Is this young man a fool?"

Liu Jian also laughed out loud: "See? This is the most typical wandering con artist, relying entirely on deception to act tough. As long as we aren't afraid of him, he has no tricks left."

Liu Qing couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile. He believed Han Jingyang had some real skills, but he absolutely did not believe Han Jingyang could summon the True Martial Emperor, because he simply didn't believe there were any ghosts or gods in this world. He had come into contact with too many people who dabbled in metaphysics and knew what this world was roughly like.

metaphysics is real.

But ghosts and gods are just legends.

Even if they existed, they would be far removed from the ghosts and gods of legends.

Therefore, Liu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at Liu Jian.

Receiving his brother's signal, Liu Jian understood immediately. He raised his hand, preparing to call the villagers to swarm forward and finish off Han Jingyang directly.

It didn't matter if he was beaten to death or not.

If he wasn't killed, that was fine; just throw some medical expenses at him and be done with it.

What if he was killed?

It didn't matter either. If enough money was given, there were plenty of people willing to be scapegoats. Besides, with so many villagers acting together, even the top detective wouldn't be able to find the real killer. Anyway, it was impossible to arrest all the villagers, and in the end, they would just find one or two scapegoats from among these villagers to close the case.

Such things had happened before and would happen again.

It was hard to handle before, and it would be just as hard to handle in the future.

The law doesn't punish the masses; that's one reason.

The villagers were agitated; that's the second.

The killer was hard to identify; that's the third.

Liu Jian's plan was very clever.

But just at this moment, they saw a tall phantom slowly appear in mid-air, over ten meters high, with robes fluttering and an expression of Majesty.

In a moment, the tall figure, like a building, had condensed into a nearly solid human form.

The villagers, who had just mustered up their courage, were shocked again.

"Holy crap!"

"Is it real?"

"It's exactly the same as the True Martial Emperor we worship, this hairstyle, this clothing, no difference."

"It's too tall, it must be over ten meters."

"Ahem, let's see the situation first, don't rush."

"Right, wait, what if it's real..."

"Don't push me."

"Move back a little."

"It looks way too real, doesn't it?"

Although they didn't scatter in a panic, their morale was visibly gone.

Faced with the two-meter-plus tall Chaotian Temple, they still had some courage.

But facing the ten-meter-plus True Martial Emperor, all fighting spirit vanished, because the True Martial Emperor had extremely high prestige among the people, an excellent reputation, and a top-tier popular following.

Even though they knew the ten-meter-tall True Martial Emperor opposite them was a phantom, these villagers still had reservations.

This was a reverence rooted in their bones.

Sure enough, two elderly villagers knelt directly on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for the True Martial Emperor's protection.