384: Chapter 384 Setting Up Another Bewildering Trap

A flash of a blade.

The black longsword was severed in two.

Along with it, the neck of the person in the white training uniform was also severed.

Shi Xiaoya had used the last remaining skill usage of her katana here.

It was a bit of a waste.

But the effect was remarkable.

The others blocking the road were instantly shocked.

"Old Wang died just like that?"

"Is this fake?"

"Impossible!"

"How could this woman be so strong? Wasn't it said she relied entirely on dharma instruments?"

"Could it be the effect of a dharma instrument?"

"Old Wang is dead, what do we do now? Keep fighting or... retreat?"

"What kind of sword is that sharp? Old Wang's black sword isn't just some ordinary piece of junk; how could it break just like that?"

"Let's retreat. We're no match for them. I heard that so many of Zhang Dahai's subordinates couldn't withstand a single sword strike from her. Don't throw our lives away for nothing."

"Are you looking for death? If we retreat just like that, will the boss spare you? Charge, all of you! Even if we can't kill them, we must buy time for the boss. Charge, charge, charge, follow me!"

Han Jingyang was a bit surprised to see these people rushing up.

Were they really not afraid of death?

Or what was going on?

Their strength was mediocre, and he didn't know where they got the confidence to launch a charge at them.

Seeking death!

He prepared again.

Liu Jing drew her combat saber and charged forward.

Liu Jing was tall with long legs; she looked slender, but her physical fitness was actually quite formidable. After all, she had undergone several enhancements and baptisms. Now, whenever she did any exercise, she could feel the changes in her physical fitness—stronger, faster, and more flexible.

Such a long-legged, ethereal beauty carrying a domineering and fierce long-handled combat saber, charging at the enemy—that scene was too shocking.

So much so that one burly man wielding a blade was too busy staring at Liu Jing; by the time Liu Jing slashed down, he hadn't reacted at all and died directly under Liu Jing's combat saber.

Liu Jing's combat power was significantly stronger than Shi Xiaoya's; without using item skills, she was even stronger.

When Liu Jing made her move, she wiped out this small group of blockers like cutting vegetables.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

After wiping out the blockers, the group of five continued to approach the manor.

By this time, it didn't matter whether they were concealed or not; it was just a matter of whose trump cards were stronger and whose methods were more formidable.

Reaching the manor gate.

Before they could knock, a head suddenly poked out from inside the wall. A woman in her thirties holding a loudspeaker coughed and then said in a gentle tone: "Han Jingyang, you are indeed omnipotent to have found this place so quickly. However, you have no chance. We have over twenty martial arts experts and nearly a hundred elite subordinates ambushed here, as well as some special weapons. Even if you are powerful, you cannot break through our gate. Therefore, it is best if we talk."

Han Jingyang stared at the woman with the loudspeaker for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, shook his head, and said to Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya: "Get ready."

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing nodded heavily, gripped their blades tightly, and stared at the manor gate, itching for a fight.

The loudspeaker woman became anxious: "Han Jingyang, do you insist on getting your head broken and bleeding?"

Han Jingyang glanced at the bespectacled woman disdainfully.

He couldn't even be bothered to say a single word to this woman.

It was a waste, unnecessary, and of no use at all.

He had worked hard to chase them here for only two purposes: to save someone and to kill someone.

To save Yang Zhizhong.

To kill Yang Zhixiao.

Other matters were completely outside his consideration.

Talk?

Talk my ass!

Seeing Han Jingyang's actions, the loudspeaker woman became even more anxious: "Han Jingyang, don't ruin yourself. In this world, it's not just about who can fight; some matters run deep, and if you wade into the water blindly, you will be washed away."

Han Jingyang remained as if he hadn't heard and continued to approach the gate.

The loudspeaker woman shouted frantically: "Stop! If you don't stop, we will kill the hostage!"

Kill the hostage?

Han Jingyang sneered again, turned his head, and gestured with his chin towards the panicked and angry Yang Yujie: "Don't worry, with me here, they dare not kill the hostage, nor can they."

After saying this, he took out the pure gold celestial sphere vase.

He directly activated the "Confusing Soul Formation" skill.

With Yang Zhizhong footing the bill, this kind of skill should be used when necessary; there was no need to save it.

The most critical thing was that the harvest over the past two days had been extremely plentiful, with over sixty items, both large and small. Although low-level items still made up the majority, overall it was quite substantial, enough for him to splurge for a while. At the very least, he didn't need to be stingy and carefully calculate the usage count of each skill like before.

Now, as long as it wasn't an extremely rare skill—or even one he was hesitant to use—he could use them freely.

Having surplus supplies made him this willful.

Setting up the Confusing Soul Formation.

Manifestation of Holiness.

He also took the opportunity to cast a "Blade Light and Sword Shadow" skill at the woman still making noise on the wall. This skill was from a seventh-grade item, one-time use, and the power was average, but it was more than enough to deal with such an ordinary person.

A sword shadow flashed.

The loudspeaker woman fell headfirst.

A slight commotion came from inside the wall, but it quickly quieted down.

It seemed there was indeed an ambush inside, and it looked like there were quite a few people.

But it didn't matter.

With the Confusing Soul Formation set up, letting Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya in would be easier than killing chickens.

As time passed, the coverage area of the Confusing Soul Formation grew larger and larger, quickly enveloping the entire manor completely.

Han Jingyang nodded to Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya, signaling that they could act.

Meanwhile.

Inside the manor, on the second floor of a villa, the tall and handsome-faced Yang Zhixiao was staring gloomily at rows of monitors hanging on the wall. The monitors displayed rows of surveillance footage, and the one being magnified was precisely Han Jingyang and his group of five.

The surveillance footage was very clear, and one could even see every subtle movement Han Jingyang made.

Seeing Han Jingyang take out the pure gold celestial sphere vase, a smile appeared on Yang Zhixiao's face. He turned to an old man beside him with white hair and beard, an immortal appearance, tall stature, and a spirited face, and said: "Mr. Wang, your prediction is correct. Han Jingyang really has no new tricks; he's still using this Ghost Wall first. Hehe, if we can kill him, we can even legitimately take over the industries left behind by Zhang Dahai."

Mr. Wang nodded slightly: "Han Jingyang is young after all; he keeps repeating the same moves. It was only a matter of time before he was figured out."

Yang Zhixiao frowned again: "Now I'm just worried he might use that sword strike from the other night."

"Rest assured, he won't."

"Why?"

"metaphysics actually follows science too. Han Jingyang relies mainly on various dharma instruments, and his spells also come from his dharma instruments. That sword strike must have come from the longsword in his hand. Using spells must consume magic power. How much magic power can a sword store? Given the power of that strike, it is enough to exhaust most of the magic power stored in any dharma instrument. Even if it wasn't exhausted, it would be very difficult to use it a second time."

"Are you sure?"

"Eighty percent sure. I have carefully studied those spells and dharma instruments he has used. Most are one-time use, a few have been used twice, and very few can be used three times. It is evident that the spells attached to those dharma instruments have usage limits. That sword is so ordinary, yet that spell was so powerful, so there is a high probability it is one-time use."

"Mr. Wang, this is no joke. Can you be sure? You must know that if your judgment is wrong, we cannot withstand such a sword strike. At that point, we will all die."