This Is What a Villain Is Like

Chapter 150: Chapter 89: Jiang Lan, You Have Hidden Yourself So Deeply; The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet Is Forged

Soon, Chu Chan, all smiles and appearing to have completely resolved their past enmity, began to lead the way.

Combining the message left by Chu Yun with the changes in the local terrain, she easily found a shortcut to the cave abode.

Although the dense fog here obstructed vision and concealed Divine Sense, it was different from the Illusion Array outside. One only needed to disperse the surrounding mist to reveal the path ahead, making navigation relatively easy.

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At that moment, in a relatively spacious clearing backed by a cliff, Han Yiming, a True Disciple of the Ancient Inquiring Sect, had used his Magical Power to disperse the dense fog. He was taking a headcount of his fellow disciples when he made an unexpected discovery.

"Young Master Jiang, there’s no need to worry. Since you’ve been separated from your men, we will ensure your safety from here on out."

"However, this place is fraught with danger. I’m not sure if we can truly guarantee Young Master Jiang’s safety."

Han Yiming suppressed the glee in his heart as he spoke with a tone of slight regret.

He hadn’t expected this sudden turn of events to separate Jiang Lan from his subordinates. And somehow, Jiang Lan had inexplicably ended up following the disciples of the Ancient Inquiring Sect to this place.

To him, a Jiang Lan without the protection of his men was no different than a fish on the chopping block.

His life and death were now his to decide.

The other disciples of the Ancient Inquiring Sect hadn’t expected to find Jiang Lan here either.

Upon hearing Han Yiming’s words, many of their faces took on secretive, malicious expressions. Everyone knew Jiang Lan came from an illustrious family; it was no exaggeration to call him the most powerful noble in all of Great Xia.

’Does Senior Brother Han Yiming’s statement mean he’s planning to make a move on him?’

Jiang Lan, however, showed no signs of anger upon hearing this. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "I hear you possess the Prison-Suppressing Treasure Body, Han Yiming. Is that true?"

’Of course I wouldn’t choose to stick with Li Daoyi and Chu Chan. I have my own plans to attend to, and this is a good chance to deal with a few nuisances.’

Han Yiming was surprised that Jiang Lan would even think to ask about such a thing at a time like this.

He frowned slightly. "Jiang Lan, why are you asking about that?"

"If you do have the Prison-Suppressing Treasure Body, I’ll be more careful when I kill you, so as not to waste the Treasure Blood."

"If not, then I won’t waste my time," Jiang Lan said casually. His tone was nonchalant, as if he were discussing something as trivial as killing a chicken.

Han Yiming was completely stunned. He never imagined that this second-generation wastrel, known throughout all of Great Xia for being utterly useless, would actually talk about killing him.

He nearly laughed in fury but managed to restrain himself. His gaze turned frigid as he sneered, "I do indeed possess the Prison-Suppressing Treasure Body. Once it reaches Great Success, I will wield the Prison-Suppression Power. Tell me, could the Celestial Gods of All Heavens or the countless Immortal Gods withstand a single punch from me then?"

He didn’t know if Jiang Lan was genuinely confident or simply bluffing, but as soon as he finished speaking, he stopped holding back.

RUMBLE! His blood began to circulate with the force of a surging river, a roaring ocean.

A faint black mist swirled around his tall, brawny physique. Behind him, a phantom projection materialized—it looked like a divine elephant trampling the very heavens. As it threw a punch, the Void itself began to rumble.

The Fist Seal was immense, surging with black light. Its power was colossal, like an entire mountain crashing down to pulverize all living things into paste.

The terrifying force shook the surrounding mountains and instantly shattered the ground.

The faces of the surrounding Ancient Inquiring Sect disciples were filled with terror. They felt as if the sheer pressure of that aura would rip them to shreds. Yet, a look of reverence appeared on all their faces.

’This is a True Disciple of our Ancient Inquiring Sect! Among his peers, he is a lord in his own right, with almost no equal!’

"What...?"

But in the next moment, the scene they had imagined—Jiang Lan being obliterated by that punch—never materialized. Instead, the sound of splintering bone echoed.

Amidst the vast, surging black light, a figure was frozen in place, still holding the posture of having thrown his punch.

But opposite him, a slender, pale hand had caught his fist. The action had seemed utterly effortless, devoid of any fluctuation of power.

Yet, as the hand steadily tightened its grip, the fist began to splinter. Then, the fingers shattered, and blood gushed forth. A pained grunt followed.

The fist instantly exploded, leaving only a mangled stump of blood-stained bone shards hanging limply in its place.

"So this is the Prison-Suppressing Treasure Body? I must say, I’m quite disappointed."

"It’s nothing special."

Jiang Lan looked down at Han Yiming, who had collapsed to the ground clutching his shattered hand, his face a mask of terror and utter disbelief. Jiang Lan’s tone remained as nonchalant as ever.

"How is this possible...?"

Han Yiming’s voice trembled, filled with utter disbelief and terror.

He had already stepped into the Fifth Realm, the Soul Palace Realm, and he possessed a powerful constitution. Among his peers in the Sect, those who could withstand a single punch from him could be counted on one hand.

Yet here, before Jiang Lan, he hadn’t been able to put up even the slightest resistance. How was that possible?

In that instant, he’d felt as if he were trying to move a towering, terrifying Demon Mountain. The sheer, overwhelming power of Jiang Lan’s vital energy could have crushed him to dust at any moment.

’Jiang Lan isn’t an ordinary person at all! He’s been hiding his strength all these years. His true power has long since reached an unbelievably terrifying level.’

As the realization dawned on Han Yiming, a chill shot through his entire body. His scalp went numb, and it felt as though the top of his skull might blow right off.

Who in the world could have ever guessed that Jiang Lan had hidden himself so deeply?

He suddenly broke into a wretched laugh. Then, burning his own Essence Blood, he opened his mouth and spat out a ray of golden light.

It was the weapon he had been nurturing all this time: the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. Instantly, it was enveloped in a radiant mist, seeming to awaken as it transformed into a Flood Dragon and lunged toward Jiang Lan.