"Yang Tian, is this true?"

Wang Ying looked up, staring intently at Yang Tian.

She couldn't believe what Yang Tian had said. Was her father's grave illness really caused by Secretary He?

"There can be no mistake!" Yang Tian said in a deep voice, "On your father, I sensed a yellow fragrance. It was exactly this fragrance that made your father gravely ill. I had previously wondered where this fragrance came from. Now I know, it's emanating from He Ling!"

"In other words, this vixen released the fragrance that harmed my father?"

Wang Yue couldn't contain herself; she waved her hands and rushed toward He Ling, crying out.

"Xiaoyueyue, don't mess around!"

Yang Tian held Wang Yue back firmly.

He looked up at He Ling, "Show your strength. You're not an ordinary person; you must be a mage!"

"Yang Tian, why would you expose me? What grudge do you have against me?"

He Ling's expression darkened, filled with fury.

"He Ling, say no more. From today onward, our group will no longer have you as a secretary, and I'm calling my parents right now to tell them you're responsible!"

With that, Wang Ying took out her phone.

But at that moment, He Ling acted.

With just a wave of her hand, a flash of blood aura cut through the air, sending Wang Ying's phone crashing to the ground, shattered.

"Such speed!"

Yang Tian began to doubt He Ling's true identity. Why would someone with such power hide? Why the need to stay close to Wang Huateng? Why harm him?

"Yang Tian, I'm giving you one chance—leave now!"

He Ling's voice was cold.

"You're threatening me?"

Yang Tian was taken aback.

"You're no match for me. Master Li is just trash. Defeating him doesn't mean you have true strength. Ten of you wouldn't be my match. Leave now!"

He Ling said coldly.

Yang Tian couldn't help but laugh.

Along this journey, every strong opponent he encountered was more formidable than the last. When had he ever been afraid?

A mere He Ling, though a mage, was essentially still just an ancient martial artist.

Ordinary ancient martial artists focus their energy on refining the soul and body, while mages essentially focus on spirit talismans.

To ordinary people, mages are fearsome.

But to ancient martial artists, they're just something to be dealt with.

"Ridiculous! A mere mage dares to act so arrogantly?"

Yang Tian flipped his left hand, unleashing a Heaven-shattering Extinction.

"You're more than just a mage!"

Seeing Yang Tian's Heaven-shattering Extinction, a hint of surprise flashed in He Ling's eyes, but they quickly regained their icy glare. With a flick of her hand, three blood talismans appeared, covered in corpse runes and blood words, depicting skulls, exceedingly terrifying.

"Fierce Blood Talisman!"

With a flick of her hand, a blood-red talisman soared into the air, heading for Yang Tian's Heaven-shattering Extinction.

Bang!

A thunderous roar erupted as the Fierce Blood Talisman unleashed a fearsome force.

"Is this a blood talisman?"

Yang Tian had studied talisman knowledge and recognized it at a glance. His eyes filled with doubt: who exactly was this He Ling, and why did she cultivate blood talismans?

Though the Fierce Blood Talisman was formidable, it couldn't break through Yang Tian's Heaven-shattering Extinction.

"I refuse to believe this! Blood Tears Talisman!"

With a twist of her hand, another blood talisman flew up.

Whoosh!

This Blood Tears Talisman flew at Yang Tian's Heaven-shattering Extinction, shattering it with one strike.

"So powerful! This woman truly deserves her reputation as Talisman City's new mage!"

The crowd around watched the combat between He Ling and Yang Tian, drawing closer.

"Very well!"

Yang Tian nodded, channeling his divine sense toward the blood talismans in He Ling's hand, clearly sensing the mana in each one.

Though potent, this mana wasn't especially terrifying to someone like Yang Tian, an ancient martial artist.

"He Ling, I'm asking you now, why did you harm Uncle Wang?"

Yang Tian asked solemnly.

"Mind your own business, die now!"

He Ling uttered coldly, sending the last blood talisman from her hand flying out.

"Blood Death Talisman!"

With a tender cry, everything changed within ten meters of He Ling. The air turned blood-red, and an eerie silence fell over the surroundings. People tried to speak but found themselves speechless, frozen as if submerged in water, struggling yet powerless.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A rumble followed, as countless blood auras shot toward Yang Tian.

"Petty tricks!"

Yang Tian drew the Holy Sword, slashing fiercely.

Thunder roared as Yang Tian's slash shattered the incoming blood auras into pieces.

"What's going on? This can't be real!"

He Ling cried out in surprise.

She looked at Yang Tian, unable to comprehend how he shattered her blood talismans with a single strike.

But her expression quickly turned cold again: "Yang Tian, even if you can break my blood auras, I'm telling you, you'll weep today!"

With that, He Ling fiercely swung the Blood Death Talisman in her hand.

Boom!

The sky rumbled, and countless blood auras shot toward Yang Tian. Some aimed at Yang Tian, while the rest targeted Wang Ying, Ling Ying, and Wang Yue.

At this moment, Yang Tian's expression darkened: "He Ling, you're courting death!"

"Yang Tian..."

Wang Ying, Ling Ying, and Wang Yue's faces turned pale, overwhelmed and immobile.

"This is indeed ruthless! I fear this man will be defeated!"

"This man just shattered He Ling's blood talisman with one hit. Imagine his strength!"

"So what? His women are doomed!"

The crowd murmured.

Even He Ling had a hint of a cold smile in her eyes.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Yang Tian sprang into action. He bit his finger, drew blood, and unleashed a Heaven-shattering Extinction Palm Technique forward.

The blood smeared on the Heaven-shattering Extinction became his Lifebound Magic Breath.

Bang!

The Heaven-shattering Extinction surged out at lightning speed, obliterating the blood auras He Ling sent out.

In an instant, calm returned to the surroundings.

The oppressive blood aura dissipated.

"What's happening?"

The crowd was taken aback, followed by exclamations.

"Heavens, this man is terrifying! He can break He Ling's ultimate technique like this?"

"This is exhilarating! Haha, Talisman City truly is full of experts!"

"I thought He Ling was a terrifying presence, but it turns out this man is even more so!"

The crowd exclaimed.

He Ling cast a fierce glance at Yang Tian, ready to leave.

But just then, Yang Tian acted.

"Trying to leave? You think I'll let you walk away? Die!"

Yang Tian charged in, delivering a palm strike to He Ling.

Crack!

He Ling opened her mouth, spat a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying. By the time she landed, she was seriously injured. Within moments, her face turned as pale as paper, her body trembling. Panic flickered in her eyes as she pulled out a blood umbrella, opened it, and hid beneath it.

Within the blood umbrella, her complexion recovered somewhat, as she quickly seized the time to cultivate and recover.

"You plan to recover?"

Yang Tian chuckled coldly, ready to advance, but a deep voice sounded: "Young man, you've wounded my apprentice, and now you aim to go on a rampage? Is this your idea of righteousness?"

Yang Tian turned to see two men.

An old man and a young man.

The young man was Master Li, and the old man was Master Li's mentor...