Chapter 362 - 268: Luring You into the Urn, Assassination by Divine Thought
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried an undeniable Penetration Power.
"I know what you’re afraid of, and I know what you’re doubting.
The thing causing trouble from the shadows isn’t a ghost, nor is it a god. It’s just a bunch of scum who enjoy hiding in the gutter and messing with people’s minds."
His words were simple and direct, causing the expressions of many to shift slightly.
"Next, I’m going to drag it out into the open.
But before that, I need your cooperation on one thing—one very simple thing."
Han Feng’s tone suddenly grew heavy.
"No matter what happens next, no matter what you see, you will all remain silent!
No screaming, and no running around!
Anyone who disrupts the ritual and hinders my search for the culprit will be treated as an accomplice and dealt with accordingly."
"Is that understood?"
A dead silence fell over the crowd. No one dared to make a sound.
Such a simple, brutal command was far more effective at intimidating these desperados than any attempt at reassurance.
"Very good."
Han Feng had gotten the answer he wanted.
He slowly lowered his altitude, speeding through the air about fifty meters above the ground, right over the crowd.
At the same time, he activated his two core abilities: Spiritual Vision and All Things Identification.
BUZZ!
It was as if Han Feng’s mind had instantly connected to some kind of super-database.
The life information of tens of thousands of people turned into a waterfall of data, flooding madly into his Sea of Consciousness.
[Name: Wang Erma. Cultivation: Body Tempering Third Layer. Status: Fear, Anxiety. Surface Thoughts: ’What the hell is this guy trying to do? Don’t let another damn monster show up...’]
[Name: Widow Zhao. Cultivation: None. Status: Grief, Numbness. Surface Thoughts: ’It would be better to die. I could see my husband sooner...’]
[Name: Scarface Qiang. Cultivation: Second Layer Meridian Passage. Status: Annoyed, Scornful. Surface Thoughts: ’All smoke and mirrors. If I thought I could take you, I’d be the first one to strike you down...’]
...
A tsunami of chaotic, massive, and useless information.
If it were any other Martial Artist with weaker Spiritual Power, just processing this flood of information would be enough to make their brain crash on the spot.
But Han Feng’s Spiritual Power, a staggering 3100 hertz, was currently operating like a quantum computer with terrifying performance.
It rapidly processed the information, sorting and presenting it before his eyes.
Han Feng’s field of vision instantly became clear and organized.
Within that chaotic, multicolored sea of Energy, the vast majority of "white" and "blue" light dots representing ordinary people were filtered out, leaving only a few "red" dots indicating intense emotions.
And among these "red" dots, the colors of twelve of them were exceptionally different.
Their outer layers were also cloaked in feigned fear and unease, but under the piercing gaze of his Spiritual Vision, their cores burned with a dark red light, like clotted blood.
Han Feng’s gaze fell upon one of them, a man disguised as a one-armed veteran.
[Name: Unknown. Codename: Xiu Jiu.]
[Cultivation: Tier Three Early Stage (Disguised).]
[Status: Turtle Breath Blood Pill (Active Disguise), Latent Killing Intent, Spiritual Link (Established).]
[Surface Thoughts: ’The boss’s plan is flawless. Once that kid is halfway through his ritual, we’ll detonate the Blood Talismans. Hahaha, I can’t wait to see the look of despair on his face!’]
’Found them.’
Han Feng sneered inwardly. He continued to circle impassively, his gaze sweeping over the crowd one by one like the most precise radar.
The second, a woman disguised as a traveling doctor.
The third, a tall, lanky man disguised as a technician.
...
The eleventh, a youth disguised as a mercenary’s family member.
Eleven dark-red dots of light were firmly locked onto Han Feng’s mental map like nails. They were scattered in various corners of the plaza, subtly forming a massive encirclement.
Finally, Han Feng’s gaze landed on the most inconspicuous one of all—a middle-aged man with a hunched back and a face that screamed "simple and honest."
Mo the Third.
[Name: Unknown. Codename: Blood Shadow.]
[Cultivation: Tier Three Peak (Disguised).]
[Status: Turtle Breath Blood Pill (Deep Disguise), Soul-devouring Blood Jade (Guarding), Killing Intent Concealed, Spiritual Network Main Node.]
[Surface Thoughts: ’Start your little show. I can’t wait to personally twist that head off your shoulders...’]
Twelve of them. Not one less.
Han Feng let out a cold smile.
He had completed his patrol and stopped mid-air, as if looking for a suitable spot to begin the "ritual."
The atmosphere in the plaza grew even more oppressive. Everyone held their breath, staring at the figure in the sky.
Blood Shadow also looked up, his eyes filled with feigned reverence and curiosity.
He could already feel the spiritual signals from his companions. Everything was ready, waiting only for his command.
Just then, Han Feng moved.
With no extraneous movements, his gaze locked onto Xiu Jiu, the one disguised as a one-armed veteran at the edge of the plaza.
Three-Inch Heart Sword!
A formless, intangible blade of spiritual energy, faster than sound and light, instantly took shape in Han Feng’s Sea of Consciousness. Then, it crossed a hundred meters of space and viciously slashed into Xiu Jiu’s mind!
Xiu Jiu, who had been reveling in the impending slaughter, suddenly froze.
He didn’t even have time to understand what had happened. He only felt his soul being brutally pierced by a red-hot iron poker, which was then viciously twisted!
"Urk..."
A short, muffled groan.
Before the astonished eyes of the people around him, the man who had been standing ramrod straight a moment ago instantly lost all light in his eyes and collapsed to the ground like a pile of sludge.
There was no wound, no blood, not even a twitch.