Chapter 292: Innate Gift—Giant Transformation! The Three‑Surname Servant?

The ghostly corpses that surged out like a school of fish faded from sight.

Tang Hui and Liao Chen were no longer calm.

Could the scheme they had plotted for so long really develop a Rift because of a single ghost?

"Su Yang, you actually asked a ghost to do a job?" Tang Hui gritted his teeth.

He found this move utterly absurd.

Just a single corpse provoked thousands of ghosts into action.

All under the banner of Liberation and reincarnation.

He never imagined that the two people hidden inside the golden Buddha statue were also Wei Zeming's disciples!

Had he known, he should have destroyed the golden statue early on.

No one else should obtain it!

But the timing is too late; now the army has mobilized, and unlike mortal flesh, they also possess the ability to burrow underground.

Thus, even if he hides deeper, the ghosts will eventually locate him.

"Stop them!" Liao Chen said in a deep voice.

"How to stop them? Do you think I'm a Heavenly Master?" Tang Hui's eyes widened as he retorted.

"Find a way; aren't you full of tricks?"

"Most treasure hunters are killed by me; what are you saying?"

Watching the two bicker, Su Yang smiled lightly: "Stop the act in front of me; whatever tricks you have, just use them."

"I'll take them all."

Tang Hui's face darkened at the words; his proud tactics seemed like child's play against Su Yang's countermeasures.

From start to finish, he never believed the treasure hunter being toyed with could fight back.

Now, a ridiculous notion sprouted in his mind.

Even tinged with an ominous premonition.

"Out of tricks? Then it's my turn," Su Yang brandished his Tang sword and charged.

He swung down heavily in front of them!

The massive, forceful strike carried a gust of wind, roaring toward them!

Tang Hui's complexion changed instantly; he gritted his teeth and countered.

"Clang!"

The two sides collided heavily, sparks flying everywhere.

Tang Hui let out a muffled hum, crouched, and retreated several steps, barely stabilizing his body.

Looking down, he saw the web of his hand beginning to tear.

His expression changed dramatically, "What a powerful force!"

Looking up, he saw Su Yang's mouth curved with a hint of a smile, murderous intent radiating outward.

"How dare you?!" Tang Hui shouted sharply.

"The ghosts have left; no one here can help you," Su Yang pressed forward, his Tang sword, about a meter and a half long, slashing down again.

It was like cleaving Mount Hua, the force descending in full.

Seeing no escape, Tang Hui gritted his teeth and slipped into the earth.

The strike missed, and Su Yang calmly drove his sword into the ground.

Yet the imagined scream never came, showing the soil here was deep enough.

"Ran away?" Su Yang scoffed, his gaze landing on the still‑shaken Liao Chen.

Sensing the unabashed killing intent, Liao Chen treated it like a great foe, gripping his weapon and retreating step by step.

At that moment, a swift graceful figure suddenly fell from the sky.

Qin Weiyang made a move!

At this moment she held no restraint, her fury erupting like a volcano.

Having been suppressed for so long, she could finally unleash her power.

Such a good chance, how could she let it slip?

But to Liao Chen, the scene was terrifying.

He is not good at fighting, nor adept at weapon combat.

Usually even in the Death Game he still had a firearm at his side.

Now he only has a ten‑centimeter small knife; how can he face this "God of Killing"?

Thus, the stage immediately turned into a cat‑and‑mouse play.

Liao Chen bolted with all his might, while Qin Weiyang, hanging behind, lunged forward with a goose‑like lightness and smashed a punch into his back.

"Bang!"

A single punch sent him flying.

His body rolled three and a half turns before barely staying upright.

Before he could recover, a fist came at him from the front.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a painful roar, Liao Chen covered his eyes and fell back step by step.

Qin Weiyang's face, cold as ice, showed no emotion as she battered him like a punching bag.

Soon after, Liao Chen collapsed like a broken frame, lying motionless on the ground.

His body and bones were like rotten mud, soft beyond words.

Cough…

His breath like a wisp, he struggled to raise his hand, and Qin Weiyang hammered his face with a Foot.

The sound of bone cracking rang out, Liao Chen spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and had no more strength to struggle.

He then raised the knife in his hand, aimed at his Brain and thrust down with force!

But at that moment, a Silhouette suddenly emerged from the ground below.

The familiar petite figure caught her off guard.

The newcomer's features were completely gone, the face smooth and flat as if carved by a knife.

"Faceless One?" Su Yang narrowed his eyes at the sight.

"I gave you a chance; since you didn't cherish it, don't blame me for being ruthless," Tang Hui's voice came from the ground below.

"We're all adults; don't utter such low‑IQ remarks," Su Yang said.

The sudden Silhouette did not diminish Qin Weiyang's will.

On the contrary, she had been taken advantage of twice by the Faceless One.

Now the space is ample, and nothing external disturbs the spirit.

She can unleash her fists and feet, venting the hatred in her heart!

The Faceless One moved as fast as a thunderbolt, appearing before Qin Weiyang in an instant.

Fists rained down like droplets, five punches per second, beating her into a Retreat.

"Still the same old pattern, no progress at all," Qin Weiyang discerned the opponent's tactics and rhythm.

She hasn't been idle; apart from searching for Treasure, she spends the rest of her time reviewing.

She has rehearsed in her Brain over a hundred times, seeking countermeasures for every scenario.

Now that the Faceless One reappears, she will not lose again!

Vision Perception the scene of the two fighting together, Su Yang relaxed, his gaze shifting toward the direction from which the voice just came.

"The duration of 'Earth‑Dodge' is almost up, right? Where will you run later?"

Without waiting for Tang Hui's reply, what arrived instead was a Giant!

A massive Brain suddenly burst from the ground below.

Then two huge hands braced the ground and forcefully pulled out the remaining body.

In no time, a three‑meter‑tall Silhouette appeared before them.

The clothes and pants had long been torn by the wildly growing Muscle, hanging in strips across the body.

Muscle like a coiling dragon pulsed with each breath, the immense pressure reminding Su Yang of the scene when he first saw the Butcher.

Back then the Butcher resembled the current Silhouette, both possessing towering physiques.

The former was as plump as a pig, the latter was exceedingly massive.

It was as if they had been enlarged by a percentage.

Su Yang looked at the lifelike tiger tattoo on the Giant's back and understood.

"Never thought you'd already colluded with the Guardians."

"It's not too late to know now."

The Giant turned, revealing a familiar Face.

The newcomer was Li Zhangge!

Su Yang, seeing this, Laugh: "Your clumsy acting really needs practice; it's too stupid."

"A method that deceives people is a good move," Li Zhangge said gravely.

Facing this former teammate, Su Yang's hand gripping the Tang sword tightened slightly.

He worried not about coping, but whether the battle could end before the ghost returned.

Li Zhangge's stance kept shifting, from a lone wanderer at the start, to allying with Xue Yong, then defecting to join his side.

Now he appears again with a Divine skill in this posture.

"You truly deserve the title 'Three‑Surname Household Slave'," Su Yang said slowly.