359: Chapter 359 A Sword's Frost Chills Fourteen Provinces

One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces!

Han Jingyang swung his sword down. A flash of sword light streaked across, like lightning splitting the night sky, appearing and vanishing in an instant.

Everyone, whether they could see it or not, subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Those present were either experts in metaphysics or top-tier masters. Their six senses and primordial spirits were stronger than average, allowing them to sense things normal people could not.

But currently, the main reason was that the power of this sword strike was simply too immense.

One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces!

It lived up to its name!

Without any exaggeration!

This sword strike that tore through the night sky could truly be sensed by people within the range of fourteen provinces. Experts in metaphysics within a radius of five or six hundred kilometers from Quancheng all subconsciously looked up at that moment. Although they didn't see anything, they all sensed the existence of that sword strike.

However, the sword light flashed and vanished.

It didn't seem to have caused any damage.

Yang Jinyuan looked at Han Jingyang suspiciously. Although she didn't say anything, her face wore an expression that asked, "Is that it?", clearly surprised by Han Jingyang's anticlimactic finish.

Even Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing were a bit nervous, guarding Han Jingyang anxiously, ready for a second round of battle at any moment.

Shen Yuhai, who was watching the battle, although not a professional, was also quite surprised: "What does this mean? Is he bluffing?"

Zhang Zhiyang frowned even more deeply: "It looked like a major move, but why did it end with a whimper? No, that's absolutely not right. Han Jingyang is not the type to bluff. Everyone be careful, don't get caught in the crossfire."

Zhang Zhiyang's colleague laughed: "Old Zhang, have you been scared out of your wits by Han Jingyang? Even if this move of his is truly powerful, it's impossible for it to hurt us; we're over ten kilometers away."

"Exactly, Han Jingyang can barely take care of himself, how would he have the energy to accidentally hurt us? Is he just bored?"

"Section Chief Zhang, you really know how to joke, 'caught in the crossfire'? Tell me, how would that even happen?"

"If he can hurt me, I'll eat this desk and then go apprentice under Han Jingyang!"

"I reckon Han Jingyang's major move was countered by someone. Zhang Dahai also has many capable people under him; it's reasonable that they prepared counter-measures in advance."

"Hmm, that's the only explanation."

At Zhang Dahai's villa.

Zhang Dahai saw Han Jingyang swing his sword down and his hands shook with nervousness.

But after waiting for a few seconds, he didn't find anything, so he immediately laughed out loud: "When is it now and he still doesn't forget to put on a show? Damn, the little brat scared the hell out of me. Hahahaha, to think it was just a flashy display. Brothers, go! Don't dawdle with him, just take him down. Bring him back, as long as he's alive."

However, no one responded to Zhang Dahai's words.

Zhang Dahai frowned. After waiting a few seconds, he softly called out: "Binzi?"

"Old Sun?"

"Hu Mingxin?"

"Damn, say something! Are you all mute?"

"What the hell is going on—"

Before Zhang Dahai finished his sentence, he saw his subordinates on the display screen slowly collapse, falling row by row like mown wheat, without a single exception.

In just over ten seconds, the bar street that had been crowded with people was left with only Han Jingyang and his three companions standing.

The expression on Zhang Dahai's face froze instantly.

A few seconds later, a trace of fear slowly surfaced on his face. His eyes were filled with confusion and terror, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

As he spoke, he turned and ran: "Ergou, Ergou, start the car, hurry up!"

Bureau of Religious Affairs logistics base.

Seeing this scene, everyone stood up in a "whoosh," staring at the big screen with disbelief.

"Holy sh*t!"

"What the hell?"

"What kind of move is this?"

"That's too damn outrageous, right?"

"Is this haunted?"

"They all fell? Not a single one left?"

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Holy sh*t, I think I'm hurt. My whole body is freezing, it's like ice blades are scraping me!"

"Me too!"

"Damn, indiscriminate attack?"

"This is evil!"

"How did Han Jingyang do this? This is outrageous!"

"It must be collateral damage. The focus was still on Zhang Dahai's subordinates, they really all fell like mown wheat, not one left!"

"Wiped out in one move, who can withstand that?"

"Have there ever been such experts in the country?"

"Not in my memory. The main thing is that it's too eerie. I just saw Han Jingyang swing his sword, and then everyone fell."

"Right, that exact sword strike. You all sensed it, right? It was high, far, and sharp!"

"And very cold!"

"That's it then. At the very least, it proves the power of this sword strike is extremely strong. It's just unclear if there are any limitations. If Han Jingyang can still launch such an attack, who would dare to provoke him in the future? At the very least, no one in our unit can withstand this sword strike."

"Damn, with this sword strike, no matter how many people there are, they'll be wiped out. All our colleagues in Lu Province added together only number two or three hundred, right? It wouldn't be enough for one swing."

Public Security Bureau.

Shen Yuhai and the others also stood up in unison.

Their expressions were almost identical to Zhang Zhiyang's group, only the shock was more intense.

Because they were all ordinary people, even if they had the clearance to understand some things on the metaphysical level, they rarely witnessed them with their own eyes.

But now, right under their noses, Han Jingyang had killed hundreds of people with one sword strike.

The sight of hundreds of people falling all at once was simply too shocking for them.

So much so that they remained silent for a long time.

After half a minute, the chief said hoarsely: "Prepare for the aftermath. Do a good job with the blockade and confidentiality, including the public opinion aspect. If it can be blocked, block it. If it can't, use internet trolls to control the narrative and divert attention. In any case, we can't have chaos on our side. Old Shen, you communicate more with Han Jingyang. Express our attitude. Although we generally don't have business dealings with him, who knows when we might need him. At the very least, we cannot offend him."

Shen Yuhai smiled bitterly: "It's too late to show goodwill now. After he revealed such a hand, who would dare to offend him? Even if they don't curry favor with him, they'll stay far away. Even if you ordered me to offend him, I wouldn't dare. It's too terrifying."

"Sigh, isn't that the truth? So many people, just like that, they all fell. Truly terrifying. A person like this shouldn't even exist!"

"It is indeed outrageous, but he does exist. Nothing can be done, just adapt."

"By the way, get more corpse transport vehicles," Shen Yuhai said seriously: "And the most important point is that we must leave the spoils of war for Han Jingyang. This person is good in every way, except he has a very strong obsession with spoils of war. That group from the Bureau of Religious Affairs broke ties with Han Jingyang just because of some spoils of war. You all must not repeat the same mistake. It's best to help him collect them and then send them to Jiguang Zhai. If you're going to show goodwill, do it thoroughly. Don't be afraid of losing face."

The chief nodded: "In any case, we have no use for those things, and it's not our place to take them anyway. It's just right to do him a favor."

Bar street.

Han Jingyang and his three companions stood proudly on the spot. They were surrounded by people, except everyone was lying on the ground.

Yang Jinyuan was stunned by this world-shocking scene. Her whole person seemed to have turned into a wooden statue, staring blankly at the corpses covering the ground.

They were indeed corpses.

Under the blessing of the Manifestation of Holiness attribute, Yang Jinyuan witnessed with her own eyes how these people were struck, and also witnessed the power of Han Jingyang's sword strike with her own eyes, to the point where she didn't feel at all that these people could still be alive.

That sword strike was too strong!

What was it called again?

One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces?

It truly lived up to being a killing move named after a famous line by the Poet Immortal. It was too strong!