343: Chapter 343 Anger

Scarface held the 'Sweet Potato Mine' high, shouting about mutual destruction.

His momentum was overwhelming, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage; instead, it felt as if he had Jiguang Zhai in the palm of his hand.

To an outsider, it might have seemed like Scarface had the upper hand.

However, this move was indeed effective.

Zou Shuying frowned as she watched the group of five circling in the cramped space of the living room. She turned to look at the three women beside her—Zou Handan, Zou Rushuang, and Zou Feixiang: "What do we do now?"

Zou Handan raised an eyebrow. "The destructive power of that little gadget is quite strong. Although it won't hurt us, it will definitely damage the shop's decorations and dharma instruments. We can't take it lightly."

Zou Rushuang said softly, "I see that as long as he holds down that trigger, it won't explode. I can take his place."

Zou Feixiang snorted. "Just kill them. If things get damaged, they get damaged. The Master isn't that petty."

"No," Zou Shuying and the other two shook their heads in unison, rejecting the suggestion.

Zou Rushuang thought for a moment and added cautiously, "I watched a movie yesterday where someone used their body to suppress that kind of Sweet Potato Mine."

Zou Feixiang refused categorically: "That would consume an immense amount of energy. You would disappear!"

"I won't truly disappear anyway. The Master's methods are divine; he will surely be able to save me."

"This..."

Seeing this, Zou Rushuang flickered and appeared beside Scarface, letting out a soft cry: "Dragon Subduing Divine Palm!"

As her voice fell.

A red aura emanated from a small Lobular Red Sandalwood statue of the Dragon Subduing Arhat in the shrine, condensing into a palm the size of a millstone within Jiguang Zhai.

The palm shimmered with golden light, its knuckles well-defined and skin appearing as if cast in gold. The fingerprints were clearly visible, looking just like a real human hand.

Once the golden palm took shape, it aimed at Scarface's group of five and slammed down on their heads.

Scarface was still waiting for Zou Shuying's response amidst the endless sea of flowers when a sudden, intense sense of dread welled up in his heart. Subconsciously looking up, he saw a massive golden palm tearing through the void, appearing above the endless floral expanse.

What is this thing?

Terrified out of his wits, Scarface raised his hand and threw the Sweet Potato Mine.

The next second.

The giant golden palm slammed down heavily.

Scarface instantly lost consciousness, the last sight he saw being a brilliant flash of golden light.

Half an hour later.

Han Jingyang pulled up the rolling shutter and entered Jiguang Zhai.

Seeing the situation in the shop, he frowned slightly.

The five intruders lay on the ground, their status unknown.

The shop's furnishings hadn't been damaged, looking exactly as they had when he left, save for a faint smell of gunpowder.

However, Zou Shuying and the other two were standing in front of the counter, looking dejected like frost-bitten plants, very discouraged and even a little apprehensive.

What's the situation?

Wait, why are there only three of them?

Where is Zou Rushuang?

Did something happen?

Thinking this, he strode over to the three women. "Where's Rushuang?"

Zou Shuying hesitantly squeezed out a few words: "She... she went back into the painting."

"Can she come out?"

"No, she can't."

"What exactly happened?"

"That man detonated a Sweet Potato Mine, and Rushuang threw herself on it to block it with her body."

"Motherfucker!"

Han Jingyang cursed loudly, turning to deliver a kick to Scarface.

Scarface, having taken the kick, slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Han Jingyang, he was struck with terror and instinctively tried to attack.

Shi Xiaoya swung her blade, striking the back of Scarface's neck.

It was still in its scabbard.

The blow slammed Scarface face-first onto the ground.

Then, she swung the katana wildly, smashing it against Scarface's body, head, and limbs.

At first, Scarface tried to struggle and beg for mercy, but after a few hits, he was unable to move.

Seeing this, Shi Xiaoya silently unsheathed the katana and aimed for Scarface's neck.

"Wait."

Han Jingyang stopped Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya raised an eyebrow. "I'll drag him out before I finish it. I won't dirty the floor."

Han Jingyang shook his head slightly, pulled out the recently acquired Qianlong Agate Carved Karmic Fire Red Lotus palm piece, rubbed it twice, and said deeply, "Record this."

Without a word, Shi Xiaoya pulled out her phone and aimed it at the barely-alive Scarface.

She hadn't known Han Jingyang for long, and had followed him for even less time, but she had already figured out his temperament and style. She knew well how protective he was; damaging Jiguang Zhai or even stealing a few dharma instruments wouldn't make Han Jingyang truly angry.

But suffering a loss among his people—Han Jingyang's wrath would definitely not subside easily.

Therefore, she hadn't even asked for Han Jingyang's opinion when she started; she had simply swung her katana. If Han Jingyang hadn't stopped her, she would have ruthlessly decapitated Scarface already.

However, seeing Han Jingyang take out that small palm piece, she actually felt a moment of sympathy for Scarface. Better to be beheaded than to be burned to nothingness by those nameless flames.

Beheading at least left a whole corpse; even after cremation, complete bones would remain.

Being burned by those nameless flames would likely result in total erasure, disappearing from this world completely.

Isn't it good to be alive?

Why did he have to provoke the famous Mr. Han?

Some people never learn!

That old thing Zhang Dahai probably doesn't have many days left to live either.

As Shi Xiaoya's mind wandered, she saw red flames slowly emerge from the bodies of Scarface and the other four intruders. The flames lacked any heat, looking like high-tech virtual projections.

Yet, piece by piece, the five men were consumed by these eerie and terrifying flames.

Until nothing remained.

Shi Xiaoya had seen it once before, but she was still struck by an inexplicable sense of shock.

Han Jingyang expressionlessly put away the agate palm piece. "Send this video to Zhang Dahai."

Shi Xiaoya nodded quickly. "Alright."

Beside them, Zhang Chaoyue was witnessing such an eerie and terrifying event for the first time. It was as if he had been hit by a Great Freezing Spell; his whole body was icy, and not just his body—his heart was cold too, the kind of extreme cold where the heart is completely occupied by utter terror.

Is this Han Jingyang's true strength?

He can actually summon such eerie and terrifying flames?

The legendary fires of hell are probably nothing more than this, right?

If there were no limits on using these flames, forget about a mere Quancheng—even in Lu Province or the entire country, few could stand against Han Jingyang!

Such a person simply shouldn't exist in the real world.

Too terrifying!

Fortunately, he had made the right choice to follow Han Jingyang instead of clashing with him alongside Zhang Dahai.

Otherwise, his end might have been exactly the same as Scarface's.

Terrifying!

While Zhang Chaoyue was feeling both fear and relief, seeing Han Jingyang finish, he hurriedly stepped forward to clean up the remaining clothes and equipment of Scarface and the others, acting more diligent than the most eager lackey.

Han Jingyang turned expressionlessly and went back into the inner room.

Zou Shuying and the other two followed closely with their heads bowed, closing the door behind them and lining up to wait for Han Jingyang's reprimand.

Han Jingyang was indeed very angry.

A whole person was just gone.

How could he not be angry?

Moreover, this was the first time he had experienced the death of someone close to him.

No, he hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye to Zou Rushuang.

He hadn't even had time to get to know her properly. Over the past few days, he hadn't spoken more than ten sentences to this low-key, gentle, and simple-natured Little Flower Fairy.

Now, after just going out to do some work, the Little Flower Fairy was gone.

How could he not be angry?

It would be strange if he wasn't!

But who could he blame?

The culprits had already been reduced to ash.

The most important thing now was a remedy.

Yes, a remedy!

Zou Rushuang might still be saved!

Thinking of the many items in his drawstring bag, Han Jingyang suddenly felt a surge of hope. He stood up abruptly and headed straight for the scroll hanging on the wall.