The enormous ghostly face opened its abyssal maw, carrying the terrifying power to devour all souls, and bit down at Tang San's head!
The King Yama's Post in Tang San's hand turned into a black line nearly invisible to the naked eye and silently shot toward the ghostly face's core!
Yet just as those two devastating forces were about to collide—
The entire world seemed to have had its pause button pressed.
Time froze.
The snarling, vicious ghostly face stopped less than a foot from Tang San.
That fatal black thread also hung motionless in midair.
The evening breeze ceased to blow.
Even the darkness deep within the alley seemed to grow docile.
At some point, a tall figure had appeared beside Tang San.
Dressed in spotless white, his handsome face looked almost inhuman. It bore a trace of laziness and a trace of... displeasure.
It was Han Yuchen.
He glanced at Shi Nian, whose face was twisted in ferocity as he struggled with all his strength yet remained utterly unable to move, then at Tang San, who was bleeding from all seven orifices but still stood tall with resolute eyes.
"Ah..."
A soft sigh rang out with exceptional clarity in that absolute silence.
"Little San, I told you that if the sky fell, I would hold it up. Why wouldn't you listen?"
Han Yuchen extended one finger and lightly touched the frozen black line formed by the King Yama's Post.
"This is using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken."
As soon as he spoke, that peerless Hidden Weapon containing everything Tang San had learned flew back like a tame pet, returning to Tang San's hand.
Only then did Han Yuchen turn his gaze toward the black mist Shi Nian had transformed into.
His eyes were calm.
There was no