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No wonder Jiang Han was surprised; after all, Shamanism's methods are indeed rare in Middle-earth. The fundamental characteristics of Shamanism include the absence of sects, founders, or ancestral altars, a lack of specific doctrines, a reverence for multiple deities, no specialized organizational structure, no centralized temples, and no dedicated priesthood.
Since the reign of the Three Kings and the establishment of order by the Five Emperors, the space for Shamanism to exist in Middle-earth has gradually diminished. Nowadays, apart from a few obscure villages in remote wilderness areas, there are very few Shamans wandering in the Jianghu Martial World.
"Heh, remnants of the shamans, thinking they can run rampant in the world with just a few tricks of spirits and monsters?" Although Jiang Han was surprised, he remained calm. It is said that Shamans trace their origins back to ancient Liches and possess various incredible abilities, but ultimately they are a minor path. Even the Lich clans have fallen; how could a mere Shaman be any different? They are nothing more than street rats!
Fu Qingchen's expression had already changed drastically; his warm demeanor vanished, replaced by a visage resembling a ghoul with green skin and sharp fangs. He alternated between pain and madness, laughing maniacally towards the sky: "Hahaha! In ancient times, your human race was merely food for my Lich kind. You only took advantage while my two clans were vying for supremacy..."
Jiang Han looked at him disdainfully, casting a cold glance as if observing a weakling, tinged with a hint of pity. The two Lich clans were indeed born powerful and dominated the world in ancient times, but that does not mean that the ancient human race was weak. If humans truly lacked that strength, they would never have been able to deal with the Lich clans and subdue all beings to become the rulers of the world.
The Sui Ren Clan, known for their fire-starting techniques, ignited the sacred fire of humanity, passing it down through generations and pulling the human race out of endless darkness, establishing their foundation among all beings in the world.
Fuxi evolved the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams, creating the Divine Bow and sharp arrows, allowing humanity to fear no beasts or birds. Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and seized the power of life and death from the heavenly ruler, Yama. The strength of humanity is incomparable to that of the blood-drinking Lich clans.
"Die!"
Fu Qingchen had lost his rationality. Feeling the disdainful expression that treated him like an idiot, his face turned furious. In front of him, the Azure Skin Evil Ghost King stepped forward, its dark green True Qi erupting violently.
Its claws, sharp as a Divine Weapon, instantly enveloped the space where Jiang Han stood with poisonous True Qi, creating a cage-like barrier. In an instant, within a radius of several hundred feet, everything withered and decayed, merging Yin and Yang into a Dragon and Tiger golden egg that connected the powers of heaven and earth. The martial artist in this realm was known as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, capable of single-handedly breaking a city or facing ten thousand troops while effortlessly retreating from a million-strong army.
Fu Qingchen was a Grandmaster of Martial Arts, and the Azure Skin Evil Ghost King he summoned possessed nearly peak Fusion Realm strength. Moreover, given that this Azure Skin Evil Ghost King had a body of bronze skin and iron bones, it was nearly immortal; even ordinary Fusion Realm Grandmasters would find it quite challenging to deal with.
Retreating was not difficult; the challenge lay in how to eliminate it. Behind Jiang Han were disciples of Manichaeism. If he showed any sign of retreating, those disciples would likely become food for the Azure Skin Evil Ghost King.
Fu Qingchen's figure, along with the Azure Skin Evil Ghost King, suddenly transformed into a mass of black mist that enveloped the entire space, completely merging into fury. Even Jiang Han could not perceive their presence. The black and dark green mist intertwined, faintly echoing with the cries and howls of evil spirits as if millions of malevolent ghosts were imprisoned within it—terrifying and horrifying.
The mist surged forth with ghostly energy, directly pressing towards Jiang Han.
But Jiang Han, caught in that black ghostly mist, remained unfazed, a strong sneer playing at the corners of his mouth. "If you hide and seek, it will take quite some effort for me to find you. However, since you don't know what's good for you, I will teach you a lesson so you won't be so arrogant with your little tricks!"
With that, he suddenly extended his right hand and slapped in a certain direction. Boundless True Qi surged from his body, transforming into a palm print over ten feet wide, inscribed with mysterious runes that shimmered and radiated immense light.
This slap sent Fu Qingchen and the green-skinned evil spirit king flying out of the dense ghost mist, crashing into the ground and creating a large human-shaped pit.
"Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve? Show them all to me so I can see your capabilities." Jiang Han leisurely rolled up his wide sleeves, wearing a mocking expression as if he were watching a clown perform, and scoffed.
Fu Qingchen lay in the pit, coughing up blood. Hearing this only fueled his shame and anger, while his eyes flickered with intense horror.
"What’s wrong? No more tricks?" Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and sighed, "Well then, since there's no fun to be had, it's useless to keep you around. You can rest easy now!"
As his words fell, an extraordinarily bright red light shot out from his sleeve like lightning. Fu Qingchen's neck began to spurt blood, and with a loud thud, his head smashed onto the ground, his face filled with disbelief.
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