Chapter 882: The Psychic Master 46

Hearing Tang Wan’s warning, He Tongyang nodded without hesitation. “I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

As soon as his words fell, he drew the He family’s inherited sword, bent his knees, and leapt upward—landing directly on the roof in a single bound.

The members of the He family below couldn’t help but widen their eyes.

Flying over walls wasn’t unusual in their line of work, but that jump just now… was something else entirely. If anyone had seen it from the outside world, they’d probably say even Newton’s laws couldn’t restrain him anymore.

At this moment, He Tongyang had already steadied himself at the edge of the ancestral hall’s roof.

His gaze fell on the massive, hairy spider leg protruding through the structure. His expression darkened instantly.

Without hesitation, he raised the sword in his right hand. With his left, he drew a line across his fingertip and smeared a drop of fresh blood along the blade.

Then, chanting a spell under his breath, he struck.

A sharp clang echoed through the air.

The enormous spider leg was severed cleanly, breaking apart into thick black mist that surged outward like something alive.

Seeing this, He Tongyang immediately formed hand seals, suppressing the escaping energy. At the same time, he took out a talisman and pressed it firmly into the dispersing black fog.

A sizzling sound followed—like hot oil splashing into water.

The talisman burned fiercely against the darkness.

These were spells he had personally drawn under Tang Wan’s guidance. Now, their effectiveness was undeniable.

Watching from the side, Tang Wan finally let out a quiet breath of relief.

But this was only the beginning.

He Tongyang moved swiftly, continuously forming seals as he suppressed the earth spider thrashing violently beneath the ancestral hall.

Yet it was clear—he wasn’t satisfied with mere suppression.

He intended to destroy it completely.

After casting a brief glance toward Tang Wan, he gestured for her to retreat.

Once a forbidden technique was unleashed, spiritual bodies like hers would inevitably be affected.

Tang Wan understood immediately. She nodded and stepped back without hesitation.

Moments later, under the awestruck gaze of everyone present, He Tongyang activated the forbidden technique.

The sky above darkened.

Then—lightning.

A bolt of heavenly thunder tore through the air, crashing down toward the ancestral hall with terrifying force.

Again and again, thunder struck.

Each bolt hammered relentlessly into the earth spider below, shaking the very foundation of the place.

Fifteen minutes passed in a storm of light and sound.

Only then did He Tongyang finally stop.

His face had gone pale, but he maintained his footing as he leapt down from the roof.

Although the wedding guests had not approached the ancestral shrine, they had all witnessed the terrifying spectacle from afar.

The sky-splitting thunder.

The unnatural force.

For a moment, they could only exchange stunned looks.

What exactly had just happened in the He family?

It didn’t take long before members of the He family came forward, offering apologies and calmly explaining the situation.

They did not hide the truth.

After all, those present were powerful figures in their own right. Letting them witness such an event would only reinforce the He family’s strength—and more importantly, demonstrate the terrifying capability of their new Patriarch.

As expected, once the explanation was given, shock spread across the crowd.

He Tongyang… had actually summoned heavenly thunder?

This was no longer something explainable by ordinary means.

This was myth made real.

In that instant, nearly every influential guest present made the same silent decision—

When they returned, they would definitely seek He Tongyang’s help.

A talisman made by him… would be worth more than anything money could buy.