Chapter Ninety-Five: Illusion Array

When had he ever seen a scene like this? Wherever Yang Rong’s hand passed, a wave of heat followed. Chu Han could not help but feel his mouth go dry. This woman was truly a vixen. If he had been an ordinary man, he might already have fallen into her tender snare.

“I can promise you many things, including the very thing you want. We have many sisters here, and you may choose any of the women outside as you please. I guarantee you’ll be as happy as an immortal. Of course, if you wish, I can accompany you myself.”

Yang Rong continued to seduce Chu Han. Any ordinary man would already have been unable to resist, but unfortunately for her, the one before her was Chu Han. He was no ordinary man to begin with. He was a Heavenly Venerate. How could he be tempted by such a petty trick?

Chu Han let out a cold snort and rammed his head straight into Yang Rong, knocking her aside. Then, with a hard pull of both hands, he shattered the ropes binding him. He flexed his body and looked at Yang Rong with a half-smile.

The trials and tribulations of both his past and present life had long tempered Chu Han into something as steadfast as bedrock. Though this sort of temptation was alluring, it was nowhere near enough to make him surrender without a fight. His keen sense of danger had already told him that Yang Rong harbored foul intentions.

“That trick won’t work on me. If you want me to let go of the Saintess Sect, there’s only one way: defeat me.”

As Chu Han spoke, blue lightning coiled around his body, and a vast, surging aura burst forth. He smiled at Yang Rong, ready to strike at any moment.

“As expected, you really are different from those filthy men. I rather admire you. What a pity you’re an enemy of the Saintess Sect. I can only kill you. Come in.”

Yang Rong sat back on the bed in boredom, the seductive look on her face gone and replaced by killing intent. Then she cried out, and the stone door swung open. The women outside swarmed in, all of them armed and glaring at him with hostility.

The Sister Zhang who had brought him here earlier was also staring at him in stunned disbelief, and then with anger. She had not expected Chu Han to have deceived her. Sword in hand, she waited for Yang Rong’s command before striking.

“Kill him.”

At Yang Rong’s words, the women around him rushed forward in a mob. Their strength was all formidable. Chu Han could sense that the weakest among them was already in the Other Shore Realm, and several of the experts were even slightly stronger than he was.

But Chu Han did not fear them. Lightning gathered around his body as he charged straight in, his speed like a flash. He punched one woman’s longsword head-on. Fist and blade met, and the woman poured strength into her weapon, wanting to take his hand off with one stroke.

Yet Chu Han’s fist was unharmed. Instead, her sword snapped clean in two, and his fist stopped just in front of her face.

Just when the others thought he would not dare strike a woman, Chu Han smiled. His fist crashed into her face, smashing it beyond recognition as she flew backward and died on the spot.

Chu Han’s ruthlessness stunned the others. None of them dared attack so recklessly again. His savagery sent a chill through them; they had not expected him to be able to bring himself to destroy a flower so mercilessly.

“Heh, so you really are willing to use such lethal force. Are my sisters not beautiful enough for you? And you show not a shred of tenderness. You’re hardly a man.”

Seeing this, Yang Rong clicked her tongue in displeasure.

“Though you are women, in my eyes you are enemies. And enemies are neither male nor female. If I want to survive, I have to go all out. So if you want to die, come at me.”

Chu Han laughed aloud. In his past life, there had been no shortage of masters who died because they underestimated women. Though women were often seen as the weaker sex, when they truly became ruthless, even men could not compare. That was why people said the deadliest heart belonged to a woman.

He himself had once nearly died at a woman’s hands. After that, he never again cared about an enemy’s gender. A lion still used its full strength to hunt a rabbit; no matter who stood before him, he would never let down his guard.

“Good. I rather admire you now. What a pity—if only you could join our Saintess Sect. Form up and let him see what the Saintess Sect is made of.”

Yang Rong nodded, agreeing with Chu Han’s words. Then she gave the order, and all the women obeyed, surrounding Chu Han tightly.

Then Chu Han realized that all the women had vanished, and a cloud of pink mist had risen in the room, blurring his vision.

He frowned in puzzlement. Was this also a formation? He had never seen such a formation before, nor had he ever heard of one like it. He did not dare act rashly and could only wait to see what would happen next.

Not long after, several figures emerged from the pink mist. Chu Han instantly tensed, but when the figures came fully into view, he nearly had a nosebleed.

Out of the pink haze stepped three naked women. Their coquettish, alluring postures sent Chu Han’s blood surging; his throat went dry, and his face flushed red at once.

Then the three women pressed themselves against him. His eyes grew hazy, and he began to grin foolishly, reaching out eagerly to grope the women beside him.

At that moment, Chu Han did not realize that, in the eyes of the others, he looked like a clown performing tricks by himself. There were no women at all—only him, flailing at empty air and grinning with a flushed face.

“Pah. You spoke so grandly and righteously, and this is all you amount to. Kill him. Don’t dirty my eyes.”

Seeing Chu Han like that, Yang Rong lost all interest. She had thought he might be different from the other men, but it seemed he was no different after all. She waved her hand.

At once, the women rushed forward, raising their swords to finish him off. Yet at that very moment, Chu Han, whose gaze had seemed already lost, suddenly became clear-eyed again. With a sly smile, he startled the women. By then, it was already too late for them to retreat.

Lightning erupted from Chu Han’s body and wrapped around all the women. The electricity caused them to convulse violently, every strand of hair standing on end. The numbing force sent them collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

“Heh. Child’s play. You think such a petty trick can deal with me? You’re truly underestimating me. It’s only a simple illusion formation; breaking it is far too easy.”

The instant he saw the three women, Chu Han knew what was happening. He had merely been acting, waiting for the women to draw near all at once so he could catch them in one sweep and spare himself the trouble.

Yang Rong, who had been about to step out of the room, also noticed what had happened. She was shocked and quickly took a step back, her gaze turning sharp. Even the pink illusion formation could not deal with Chu Han. This man really did have some skill.

“Were you pretending all along? You already knew how to break this formation?”

Yang Rong asked in surprise. This formation was specially designed to deal with men. Most men could not endure it; only those with truly overwhelming strength had a chance of escaping. Yet Chu Han’s cultivation was clearly only at the Dao Palace Realm, and he had actually broken through the illusion. That had been beyond her expectations.

“Of course. My acting wasn’t bad, was it? This illusion formation has no effect on me. Show me your real strength instead. I’ve heard the Saintess Sect’s leader is at the Yang Realm. Don’t disappoint me.”

Chu Han smiled faintly. His heart was like iron; such an illusion formation had no effect on him at all. Breaking it was simple enough: so long as his mind remained calm as still water, the illusion would collapse on its own.

Then Chu Han charged forward directly. Under Yang Rong’s terrified gaze, he struck her in the chest with one punch. Yang Rong immediately fell to the ground, blood spurting from her mouth, looking at Chu Han with deep resentment. Chu Han himself froze, not expecting it to be this easy. He had not anticipated that the woman would not even dodge.

Yet at that very moment, he felt the cold touch of a blade against his neck. Behind him, Yang Rong’s soft, intoxicating voice sounded.

“Then I’ll show you some real skill.”