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A young man suddenly descended from the sky, landing lightly on the ground with a soft thud.
Seeing the unexpectedly appearing youth, the man in black paused for a moment, his expression turning cold.
The Heroic Young Man sensed something was off and tilted his head slightly to test the situation. After realizing it was not a trap, he turned to look around. Immediately, a tall and handsome young man dressed in black appeared before him, looking quite imposing due to the angle.
Noticing that the newcomer did not seem friendly, the man in black shouted, "When the Black Witch Cult is at work, outsiders should leave immediately!"
The young man glanced at him and calmly replied, "I recall that the Black Witch Cult has long been entrenched in Hunan and seldom ventures out. Who are you?"
"Hmph! You know quite a bit. The Black Witch Cult's affairs are not for others to meddle in. Leave at once, or you won't be able to leave at all!"
Though he said this, the man in black had already gathered a small black orb in his concealed hand, which had grown to the size of a fist while he spoke.
Ye Mingshang remained unfazed and looked down at the fallen youth, asking, "Xuanmen?"
The young man nodded. "I am Niu Zhihao, the thirty-eighth generation heir of Niu Sect. You should leave quickly; this fellow is the master of the Ghostly Execution Hall of the Black Witch Cult and possesses profound strength. You might not be his match; if you don't leave now, it will be too late."
Ye Mingshang showed no intention of fleeing. He glanced at the gloomy man opposite him and said, "Hey~ so you're a hall master after all. You don't seem that impressive; is there no one left in the Black Witch Cult?"
The Ghostly Execution Hall Master’s expression darkened as he coldly snorted, "Sharp-tongued! Since you didn't leave earlier, you won't be leaving now." With that, he swiftly turned and hurled a fireball the size of a child's head.
"Get down!" Niu Zhihao shouted.
The black fireball emitted an ominous aura; although it looked like fire, it was actually composed entirely of dark malevolence, containing deadly poison and corrosive properties. This large orb was several times bigger than what Niu Zhihao had faced before, its power increasing exponentially. A fist-sized fireball required a Silver Talisman to counter; what about one this size?
Ye Mingshang did not dodge or evade; instead, he slowly raised one hand with his palm upright as if intending to block it with his hand?!
The man in black sneered inwardly: "What an idiot! This Ghostly Fiend Flame is my signature technique—a collection of deadly poison—and you think you can block it with your palm? Truly overestimating yourself!"
He could almost envision the moment their hands met—the corrosion of Ye Mingshang's palm and his terrified expression.
In an instant, they collided without any surprise. Niu Zhihao sighed inwardly—this was it...
The man in black laughed arrogantly, "Hahaha! I thought you were impressive, but it turns out you're just a white... fool..."
The word "fool" got stuck in his throat, unable to believe the scene before him. He shook his head vigorously, trying to confirm whether it was an illusion.
Before him, the highly toxic Fireball was being held in the opponent's hand, causing him no harm at all.
Ye Mingshang held the Fireball, feeling only a slight itch, without even a hint of pain. The Fireball was not controlled by will or magic; it was more like a projectile that would explode upon impact.
Ye Mingshang gently tossed the Fireball up and down a few times, as if playing with a ball. Then he spread one hand flat while pressing down with the other. To his astonishment, the large Fireball was compressed into the size of a fist and then further shrank to the size of an egg.
It had become smaller, but it seemed even more powerful, darker and more ominous.
Both Niu Zhihao and Ghostly Execution Hall Master looked utterly bewildered. Niu Zhihao even subconsciously wondered if this thing had no offensive capability at all, and that he could handle it with his bare hands without any issues. However, he quickly dismissed that thought; he wouldn't dare try it for real.
"This... how is this possible?!" Ghostly Execution Hall Master stammered, unable to form a complete sentence as he stared blankly at Ye Mingshang casually kneading what should have been his ultimate technique as if it were clay.
Ye Mingshang pinched the small ball and brought it closer to his face, smiling as he applied pressure.
"Poof!"
"Sizzle!"
First came a muffled sound, followed by wisps of thin black smoke rising. The proud Ghostly Fiend flames of his opponent were directly crushed by a single hand.
Ye Mingshang opened his hand and turned his palm to show the other party; his palm remained clean and uninjured, with no signs of wounds or abnormalities.
Ghostly Execution Hall Master gulped nervously. Looking at this young man, he no longer dared to act arrogantly. Just witnessing how easily Ye Mingshang had shattered his signature move left him devoid of any thoughts of resistance. This was his renowned technique; with it, he had defeated countless enemies and eliminated one rival after another to reach his current position.
Yet here, in this moment, his once-proud technique had failed to inflict any damage on this person! Was there still any point in continuing?
Ye Mingshang looked at him calmly, neither striking nor scolding him, simply saying slowly, "Now, do you still want to say anything?"
Ghostly Execution Hall Master forced a smile and said, "Hehe~ Hehe~ I have soup simmering at home; I’ll be leaving now~" With that, he turned and ran away, disappearing in just a few breaths.
"What about you?" Ye Mingshang asked Niu Zhihao.
"Ah? Oh, I'm fine." Niu Zhihao had been in a daze, and when Ye Mingshang asked him, he took a long time to come back to his senses.
Once he understood the situation, Niu Zhihao clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your heroic rescue. May I ask your esteemed name?"
Ye Mingshang chuckled, "Haha! What era are you in? You sound like you're in a historical drama; it's quite amusing."
Niu Zhihao felt embarrassed by the laughter, his face turning red as he scratched his head sheepishly.
Ye Mingshang realized it was not nice to tease him and cleared his throat, casually tossing a pill. "Take this; it works wonders for recovering from injuries."
Niu Zhihao looked at the golden pill in his hand, which was about the size of a soybean. He hesitated for a moment but thought about the power difference with Both Sides. He reasoned that if Ye Mingshang wanted to harm him, there would be no need for such trouble. He shouldn't judge a gentleman's intentions with a petty mindset.
With that thought, he tilted his head back and swallowed the pill.
Seeing him take the pill, Ye Mingshang smiled. "You can stay around here; with me here, no cultists will dare to come."
Niu Zhihao nodded and soon felt warmth spreading in his stomach. This warmth gradually expanded throughout his body. His complexion changed slightly as he hurriedly sat cross-legged, focusing on guiding the flow of warmth, and his injuries began to heal slowly.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Niu Zhihao opened his eyes. His injuries had mostly healed, and he marveled at the miraculous effects of the pill. Just as he was about to express his gratitude and raised his hand, he realized that the area was empty—there was no sign of anyone around.
(To be continued.)
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