Chapter 628 - 401: Dude, Are You Sure You’re Human? (Part 3)

Chapter 628: Chapter 401: Dude, Are You Sure You’re Human? (Part 3)

What was even more unnerving was that no matter how close they were, the middle-aged Daoist and his companions could not see the faces of these ghostly apparitions.

Each shadow’s head seemed to be shrouded in dense fog, just a blurry darkness with indiscernible outlines, as if concealing countless unknown horrors.

Merely from the omnipresent oppressive feeling, the middle-aged Daoist felt a tightness in his chest, even his hand holding the Peach Wood Sword began to sweat slightly.

The sinister energy surged like a rising tide, and the middle-aged Daoist’s hand holding the Peach Wood Sword was already numb from the cold, with a thin layer of ice forming on the sword’s blade.

Even the originally blazing yellow light had dimmed a few shades, barely protecting an inch around him.

Those ghostly figures continued to flow incessantly from under the streetlight, intertwining and gathering in the center, nearly encircling the four of them airtight.

Yet no one noticed that the middle-aged Daoist’s left hand, hanging at his side, was tightly clenched under the long sleeve of his Magic Robe.

His palm held against an edge-fractured Ba Gua mirror.

Even with cracks, the mirror’s surface still faintly showed a circulating gleam — the protective relic passed down by his sect’s grandmaster, never failing across generations.

It was also in facing these countless ghost apparitions that the middle-aged Daoist’s ultimate weapon, which he never uses lightly unless absolutely necessary.

The middle-aged Daoist’s Adam’s apple bobbed, just about to abandon all decorum and from the heart call out the phrase, "Senior, save me!"

Bang! Boom!

A sound akin to the collapse of a thousand mountains suddenly exploded, causing the reservoir’s dam to tremble slightly.

Even the stagnant sinister aura in the air was churned up by this immense force.

The sound seemed not from underwater nor from the ground but as if directly smashed down from some corner between heaven and earth, causing one’s eardrums to ache and chest to tighten.

The middle-aged Daoist’s call for help got stifled back, everyone puzzled looking toward the direction of the sound.

In the distant darkness, a speck of dazzling golden light quietly emerged.

Initially just needle-tip sized, it silently expanded in a blink, spreading across the reservoir’s surface, even the chilled air seemed dyed by this golden light retreating a few shades.

The middle-aged Daoist instinctively squinted his eyes, only feeling the golden light growing increasingly intense, reflecting countless illusory towering peaks in him and his three disciples’ eyes.

Each peak stood tall like a sky-pillar, seemingly about to fall from the golden light the next second, pressing down with a heaven- and earth-shattering might.

Such a tremendous aura to the utmost, obviously mere illusions, yet exuded a heaviness and solemnity capable of suppressing heaven and earth.

The ghostly figures that were gathering instantly paused, some even started to tremble slightly, as if scared to move by this force.

The middle-aged Daoist relaxed his grip on the Ba Gua mirror, heart flooded with incredible shock.

Such a grand gesture could not be from a common magician; it must be that mysterious elder’s arrival!

Within the boundless, seemingly heaven-rupturing mountain phantom’s center.

Lu Xuan stood with hands behind, bright dazzling golden light flickering in his eyes, wrapped in unrivaled authority, even the surrounding air seemed slightly heated by this force.

The bone-piercing sinister energy just before, under the golden light and mountain illusion’s canopy, rapidly dissolved like residual snow encountering sunlight, replacing it with an immensely scorching yang energy.

The aura warm and vast, like the blazing sun hanging high at noon, dispelling all darkness and fear.

Causing the middle-aged Daoist and his three disciples’ tense nerves to suddenly relax, heart filled with unprecedented security.

And those dense, previously claw-spreading black ghostly apparitions, under the crushing of yang energy and mountain illusion.

Having not even half a resistance chance, instantly being ground into thin ash, scattered in the air.

The reservoir’s originally muddy and churning water surface suddenly calmly manifested a giant punch mark meters wide.

The moment the punch mark landed, a "boom" sounded loudly, water splashed skyward, truly like "water striking three thousand miles" swirling vigorously.

This unbelievable scene alone was enough to prove Lu Xuan’s punch’s terrifying might.

"The last one’s resolved too, it’s about enough..."

Lu Xuan still stood with hands behind, back towards the four, as if the recent suppressing heaven, crushing ghost, one punch rousing endless water waves feat was merely done casually.

The middle-aged Daoist and his three disciples froze in place, eyes wide round, mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist, jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

"No, buddy, are you sure you’re human?"

This question stuck like a branding iron in the middle-aged Daoist and his three disciples’ throats, none daring to utter.

Their minds replayed repeatedly the earlier scenes of mountain illusion edging, golden light evil-breaking, one punch stirring water.

Such far beyond ordinary means, how does it resemble something "a human" can do?