411: Chapter 411 Anger Rages Through Han Jingyang

Han Jingyang knew that Liu Cheng and the others had a killing move.

But he didn't know what it was.

He wasn't an immortal.

However, he could guess some of it.

Because it was very easy to guess.

Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe's own strength was quite average; to defeat him and Monk Kongyun, they had to rely on external power.

This external power could be other people.

It could also be other things, such as dharma instruments or... deities.

There were only these two types of external power.

No matter which one it was, the upper limit was very high.

For example, super-powerful dharma instruments, or super-powerful people.

Since it was external power, generally speaking, the higher the price paid, the stronger the external power that could be borrowed.

If the price was sufficient, they could even invite people like Zhang Zhiyang or even Bai Sixing.

Therefore, he had to end the battle quickly.

Han Jingyang patted Monk Kongyun on the shoulder: "Big monk, get ready. I'm going to use a big move."

"Big move?"

"Yes," Han Jingyang said with a soft shout: "Divine Assistance!"

The next second.

Green aura emerged, splitting into three parts and merging into the bodies of the three people respectively.

Shi Xiaoya was the first to react: "My stamina has recovered."

Monk Kongyun was also greatly surprised, brandishing his Buddhist staff: "My—my stamina has also recovered to its peak state."

Han Jingyang shook his head: "It's not just stamina."

"Oh?" Monk Kongyun raised an eyebrow, then closed his eyes to feel carefully. A moment later, he opened them and nodded with a mix of shock and joy: "Indeed, it's not just stamina that's recovered; my dharma power has also returned, and I even feel stronger. Mr. Han, what kind of spell is this?"

"A small spell attached to a mediocre dharma instrument. It has limited uses, so make the most of this opportunity."

"With you here, I'm full of confidence. I just don't know how things are going over at Thousand Buddha Mountain."

"Let's strive for a quick resolution. The sooner we finish the battle, the sooner we can return to support Thousand Buddha Mountain."

"Good, a quick resolution!"

Monk Kongyun was full of fighting spirit as he brandished his Buddhist staff and charged forward.

Han Jingyang nodded to Shi Xiaoya and followed suit.

The three of them sprinted straight toward Chaotian Temple.

However, very soon, people began walking out of the houses along the road one after another, holding various weapons to block their path.

At this.

Monk Kongyun hesitated: "Mr. Han, they..."

Han Jingyang snorted: "Cut our way through!"

"Ah?"

"Don't treat them as ordinary people. I told you, as long as they take up arms and stand against us, they are the enemy. Don't show mercy to enemies."

"This..."

Han Jingyang tilted his head toward Shi Xiaoya.

Shi Xiaoya charged forward without hesitation, her blade moving like a blur. The bright, sharp Katana danced up and down in the night, like snowflakes flying in a wild wind, enveloping the enemies who dared to stand in their way.

After the snowflakes came blood blossoms.

As the killing reached a fever pitch, the blood blossoms and snowflakes danced together, creating an extremely poignant and beautiful scene.

Han Jingyang glanced at Monk Kongyun, then also brandished his blade and charged, hacking down without mercy.

At this moment, he didn't have the patience to identify the true identities and backgrounds of these people one by one.

Time was tight.

Every second counted.

The more the enemy didn't want him to do something, the more he had to do it.

Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe's stalling tactics were too obvious.

So, what he had to do was resolve this quickly and strive to complete the mission in the shortest time possible.

Seeing that Han Jingyang had also moved, Monk Kongyun gritted his teeth and followed, brandishing his Buddhist staff in a 'Sweeping a Thousand Armies' move, knocking over four or five burly men with a single strike.

With their combined efforts, they soon broke through the encirclement and arrived at Chaotian Temple.

At the entrance of Chaotian Temple, Monk Kongyun took the lead, swinging his Buddhist staff down.

*Boom—*

With one strike, he directly smashed down half a wall.

Then he rushed straight inside.

Han Jingyang followed and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Mingjian lying inside. Fortunately, they had arrived first.

But just as he relaxed, he heard the rustling sound of a car driving over gravel outside.

Someone was coming?

Who could it be?

Monk Kongyun immediately blocked the doorway: "Mr. Han, what do we do next?"

Han Jingyang sighed: "I don't know either. I only know this location is very critical. All we can do now is kill whoever comes. If one comes, kill one; if two come, kill a pair. It's the same thing: as long as they stand opposite you with a weapon, don't care if they're male or female, old or young—kill them directly. Don't show mercy."

"Good!" Monk Kongyun nodded heavily: "I trust you."

Han Jingyang began wandering around Chaotian Temple, carefully studying every piece of furniture and every part of the structure in the room.

A moment later, he actually made a discovery.

He found multiple instances of colorful paintings similar to those inside the statues.

Inside the lacquer layers of the pillars, inside the stove, inside the altar table, on the roof beams, and inside the walls.

The more he looked, the more alarming it became.

But on closer inspection, there was nothing unusual, as if they were just murals without any abnormality.

What was going on?

Were they just simple decorative paintings?

Or had they not taken effect yet?

Han Jingyang's gaze fell on Li Mingjian, and he suddenly realized a possibility. After dragging Li Mingjian out of the room, he shouted to Monk Kongyun: "Smash it, smash it quickly!"

"Smash where?"

"The walls, the pillars, the stove—smash anywhere, the faster the better, quick!"

Monk Kongyun nodded, swinging his Buddhist staff toward the walls of Chaotian Temple.

This Buddhist staff was a genuine weapon made of metal. Although it wasn't the double-edged kind used by Lu Zhishen, its destructive power was quite terrifying. A full swing could flatten a small car.

However, right at that moment, a dense but cold qi aura surged from all directions, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea, or ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. That dense and sinister qi rushed straight toward Chaotian Temple from all sides, carrying an unstoppable momentum and surging power.

Han Jingyang turned pale with shock.

At the same time, he understood exactly what kind of killing move Liu Cheng and Huang Jianshe had concocted.

Flooding the Seven Armies.

They had used Chaotian Temple as bait, digging many river channels around it and damming water upstream.

When Han Jingyang was inside Chaotian Temple, they would release the water simultaneously.

The long-pent-up water would rush straight for Chaotian Temple along the channels.

Perhaps the lethality of a single channel wasn't that strong, but with so many rivers opening their gates at once, no one could withstand it.

Let alone withstanding it.

Even the violent whirlpools created by so many rivers rushing into a depression could swallow a person.

What's more, what was being drawn in right now wasn't river water, but earth qi.

earth qi was even more turbulent, harder to guard against, and impossible to avoid; one could only endure it head-on.

Could they withstand it?

Shi Xiaoya and Monk Kongyun both changed color and simultaneously turned to look at Han Jingyang.

Facing such a situation, they could only count on Han Jingyang to show his prowess.

Meanwhile, Liu Cheng, hiding underground, revealed a satisfied smile: "In ancient times, Guan Yunchang flooded the seven armies; today, I, Liu Cheng, attack Han Jingyang with qi. Han Jingyang, oh Han Jingyang, you never expected Feng Shui earth qi could be played this way, did you? No matter how formidable or impressive you are, you absolutely cannot withstand this move of mine."

Huang Jianshe, who was leisurely drinking tea, was startled and spat out a mouthful of tea, his face full of disbelief: "Holy crap, that old geezer Liu Cheng actually hid such a hand? To hide a move like this right under my nose without me noticing—he's got guts, and he's damn impressive. I just wonder if Han Jingyang can hold out!"