Chapter 40: Spiritual Power Master (Part 2)

  At this time, some people could no longer hold back their anger and shouted, "Kill him, kill him..."

  These were all members of the Dark Eagle Gang, each with an excited expression on their faces, revealing a cruel look, as if the scene of blood splashing and brains bursting was already in front of them.

  Under the gaze of everyone, amidst the flashing lights and sparks, Ye Han's fingers clashed fiercely with An Ying Wu De's knife edge that was radiating a scorching and violent aura.

  There was no bloodshed, no intense crashing sound, not even a scream. Only Ye Han's expression on his wheelchair remained calm, while Wu De's face changed drastically in an instant.

  Space and time seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment, with complete silence all around.

  Everyone saw the scene that was so bizarre it was hard to describe. Dark Eagle Wood flew up horizontally, as if frozen in time. And the Flame Eagle Knife he held in his hand was simply blocked by a white porcelain-like, slender finger.

  It's said to be a block, but it doesn't look like one at all, because that finger never actually came into contact with the blade. After all, even if Ye Han's fingers were as hard as steel, they still wouldn't be able to withstand the blade.

  Between the two, it was as if there was an infinite small world, no matter how violent and hot the blade aura emitted by Akuma's knife was, it was always swallowed up by that small world, unable to escape the distance of a few inches.

  This is an infinite extension of spiritual willpower forward, producing a very strange sense of space.

  "Psychic power...... who are you?" Dark Hawkwood's face changed greatly, wanting to withdraw and retreat, but found that the knife in his hand was stuck, unable to move.

  He let out a loud roar, the black gloves on his arms suddenly bursting into flames and turning to black ash, revealing two crimson-red arms with dragon-shaped patterns faintly visible on them.

  A scorching, violent aura burst forth from his body and directly infused into the Flame Eagle Knife in his hand, erupting out furiously. At the same time, he bellowed, "Dark Eagle Clan's archers, shoot him dead for me!"

  As soon as the leader spoke, the crossbowmen of the Dark Eagle Gang surrounding the entire Luo Te family instinctively cocked their triggers. Suddenly, a "whooshing" sound was heard, piercing through the air, and arrows flew towards Ye Han's position, rapidly firing at him.

  Even Castello, the usually calm and collected bat hunter, was startled and took a big jump, wanting to escape, but then he heard the faint voice of Ye Han sitting in his wheelchair in front of him.

  "Scorching flames on your arm? What an overbearing aura. So, your strength has reached this level, and you're cultivating fire-attribute Dou Qi, no wonder... You must obtain the Lott Family's Youdu Linghuo."

  He said so, but his face didn't change at all. His slender fingers just slightly bent and popped, and a "bang" sound was heard. The reddish-brown "Zhuo Ying Dao" knife surface was covered with cracks, and it shattered with a "pa" sound. The shattered blade fragments wrapped around the sharp energy, splashing out in all directions, instantly making the Dark Eagle Gang members who were unable to dodge nearby scream in agony. One by one, they were pierced through their bodies, dying or severely injured on the spot!

  The remaining people were also frightened out of their wits and hastily fled in all directions.

  The dagger in his hand was shattered, Dark Eagle Wood grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward.

  At this moment, the thousands of crossbow arrows that filled the sky had arrived in front of Ye Han, covering all four sides and leaving no gaps, as if there was no way to go up to heaven or down to earth. To say nothing of two living people, even an iron man would probably be instantly turned into a sieve.

  But Ye Han's face didn't change at all, a flash of golden light in his eyes, and two golden precision magic masks emerged from the depths of his pupils, and he let out a soft rebuke.

  A faint hum, a faint, invisible, transparent ripple, like ripples on water.

  Then I saw the arrows that shot towards the sky, like they were under a petrification spell, suspended in mid-air and frozen, surrounding the space where Ye Han was in a huge sphere.

  Then, with a "whooshing" sound, all the arrows seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force and burst open, exploding into wood shavings that filled the sky, even the iron arrowheads were twisted.

  Then, it fell to the ground with a thud.

  "Impossible? Impossible, Master of Spiritual Power, Master of Spiritual Power, you're actually a Master of Spiritual Power..." At this time, only one voice was heard, wailing in anger, with an uncontrollable terror in the tone. Dark Hawkwood's face turned pale, and he frantically fled outward.

  "Hmph, since you know my identity, within this hundred-meter range, which is entirely within my domain, do you think you can escape just because you want to?"

  Ye Han's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and then his eyes shone with a golden light. Dark Eagle Wood, who was still fleeing, hadn't even escaped 100 meters when he felt like he was being crushed by an invisible mountain. He let out a furious roar as his body made cracking sounds, and then spat out another mouthful of blood before fainting.

  All of this happened in what seemed like an eternity, but was actually just a moment. Then the last despairing cry of Darkhawk Wood was heard, and immediately afterwards there was complete silence all around, with no sound at all.

  Only his mournful and angry roar before he fled was still echoing in everyone's ears, like thunder, shocking people's hearts.

  "Master of spiritual power, master of spiritual willpower, you are actually a master of spiritual power..."

  Spiritual power masters are extremely rare and mysterious professions. Known as the first of their kind, they are capable of fighting against magical beasts of the same level, and even in the chaotic city, there are only a few, mostly recruited by major powers and families. Only those legendary spiritual power masters who have surpassed the ninth level can be called grandmasters.

  Could it be that this young Minotaur sitting in a wooden wheelchair is actually a terrifyingly powerful being who has surpassed the 9th rank?

  Just now still sneering, ridiculing people, no longer had any sound. Everyone was stunned, as if they had seen a ghost, staring at the young Minotaur sitting in a wheelchair in the center of the scene, and no one dared to say another word.

  In the City of Chaos, whether it's the Lott family or the Dark Eagle Society, they are only second-rate forces. The ones who truly hold power from behind the scenes and can make the entire city tremble with just a stomp of their foot are those terrifying existences that have surpassed the 9th level.

  And now, there's actually another one of these powerful individuals? Moreover, it's a rare Spiritual Will Grandmaster?

  What's even more bizarre is that this spiritual master of great psychic power turned out to be a young Minotaur!

  This is really unthinkable.

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