The three extraordinary individuals beside Count Celt were all exceptionally powerful.
The origins of the Witcher's supernatural powers are generally quite complex.
Some witchers were originally followers of gods, which is why they gained supernatural powers.
Others gained supernatural powers by mistakenly consuming plants containing extraordinary energy, or even by directly swallowing a part of a magical beast's body and surviving the backlash.
Although it was unclear which type of witcher wielding the heavy hammer, his physical strength was exceptionally powerful, and he was also imbued with the power of lightning.
The demon hunter's lightning power gathered, and with his hammer strike, the powerful force shook the void, drawing in a large burst of lightning from the sky as his hammer slammed down towards Yang Cheng.
But in just a moment, Yang Cheng's figure transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and the lightning missed its target.
The witcher stared in disbelief at his chest.
Yang Cheng had torn a huge bloody hole in there, even tearing his body in two!
The alchemist behind them had only just begun to set up his attack.
The array shone brightly, revealing a cannon with three barrels.
Although somewhat absurd, this is an alchemist's great masterpiece of warfare: the alchemical cannon.
Each cannon barrel contains immense supernatural power, which can be adjusted and combined at will to unleash tremendous force.
The alchemist had just started the cannon, and a powerful force was gathering on the three barrels, but before the power of the alchemical cannon could be fully unleashed, Yang Cheng had already smashed it down with the Soul-Severing Spear!
The overwhelming force, like Mount Tai pressing down, directly smashed the alchemical cannon to pieces.
The collision and explosion of the extraordinary forces within directly blasted the alchemist to pieces.
The last Templar Knight of the Temple of War held a lance, chanted the name of the god, and was surrounded by divine light.
Although he had no warhorse at this moment, he still adopted a charging posture, stepping forward and charging!
But the next moment, as Yang Cheng also thrust out his spear, a crisp sound rang out the instant the blood light and divine light intertwined.
The lance broke, and the Soul-Severing Spear pierced directly into the Templar Knight's head, pinning him to the carriage behind the Celtic Earl.
The pierced head was less than twenty centimeters from Count Celt, and blood had even splattered onto him, making Count Celt feel cold all over.
Yang Cheng stepped forward, drew his Soul-Severing Spear, and whispered in the ear of the Celtic Earl: "Your Excellency Earl, you must not be an idiot to have reached your current position. Children talk about right and wrong, adults only consider advantages and disadvantages."
Huggins is dead. Whether he died at my hands or at the hands of the evil god, he is dead completely.
You have a stake in all the nightclubs he owns in the city center, so you can take over the nightclubs directly without encountering any trouble.
He is dead, but you can gain more from his death than you could have while he was alive.
I don't want to cause trouble, so I won't kill you today.
Of course, you can also choose to seek revenge on me from a more powerful superhuman afterward, or gather the power of the entire Assyrian kingdom to take revenge on me, provided that you have the strength to do so.
There's an old saying in my hometown, the Western Continent: "Though we are close at hand, we are still enemies."
You can try to mess with me, but you only get one chance.
If I do not die, you will experience something far more terrifying than death.
After saying that, Yang Cheng drew his Soul-Severing Spear and turned back.
It would be easy to kill the Celtic Earl directly, but the aftermath would be very troublesome.
At the very least, Yang Cheng could not appear openly in the Assyrian Kingdom, as he would definitely be wanted everywhere, which would affect his actions.
He believed his words would be effective.
Because nobles of the Celtic count class were very afraid of death and valued their lives.
Unless they have a foolproof way to eliminate Yang Cheng without leaving any future trouble, they will not choose to take action against him, even if they hate him to the core.
That is indeed the case.
The Celtic count's face turned pale, but he still didn't say a harsh word and didn't intend to take any action afterward.
He now believes it; with this kind of power, even a true evil god could be defeated.
I spent a lot of money to hire him, and he's even a well-known figure in the world of superhumans, but he couldn't even last a single move against this person. What's the point of fighting him?
If he wanted to kill Yang Cheng, he would at least need to get the Pope of the Radiant Church or a high priest of another secondary temple.
But someone of that level definitely wouldn't bother with him.
So since revenge is impossible, it's better to just endure it.
Just like Yang Cheng said, if he directly took over the nightclub left by Harkins, he could at least make a profit.
"Walk!"
Celt uttered a single sentence, then got into his carriage and left.
Grace looked at Yang Cheng, at a loss for words, and finally could only manage a wry smile and say, "Mr. Yang, you are truly bold."
Yang Cheng said calmly, "Don't worry, I've already threatened him, he won't dare to do anything."
Grace and the others were speechless.
The threat was presented so simply and directly that I don't know what to say in response.
At this moment, Hughes coughed and said, "By the way, Master Morton, when we were arresting Hagins earlier, there was someone else who came out to stop us."
The other party appears to be a director of the Alchemist's Guild, the high-ranking alchemist 'Sage of Flame' Fast.
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