Yu Daochen gazed at the masked man before him, his brow furrowed. He had clearly felt the force of his own Qiankun Palm in the clash just moments ago.
But it mattered not. This man was destined to die here today!
Yu Daochen clenched the Kanglong Mace and swung it at the shadowy figure. "Goodbye!"
The figure remained standing, unable to move further. It was already his limit to even stand.
Just as the Kanglong Mace was less than half a meter from the figure, a yellow talisman flew from behind him.
Yu Daochen's expression shifted. This unexpected sneak attack caught everyone off guard.
He abruptly halted his charge, retreating backward while simultaneously swinging the Kanglong Mace to strike the incoming yellow talisman.
*Bang!*
An explosion erupted, sending Yu Daochen flying backward, crashing heavily against a large tree behind him.
A man in a baseball cap emerged from behind the figure. "I told you, he's strong!"
The figure ignored the man in the baseball cap and retorted, "As long as I obtain that item, my strength will double."
The man in the baseball cap let out a soft snort. If it weren't for that item, he wouldn't have traveled all the way to the Greater Khingan Range.
The man in the baseball cap supported the figure, preparing to leave.
"Hey, you think you can just come and go as you please? Do you really think Yu Daochen is a pushover?"
Yu Daochen glared fiercely at the two. Black liquid had filled his eye sockets, blood flowed from his forehead, and his clothes were tattered from the explosion.
No matter who they were, they had to stay here today.
With a casual wave of his hand, two drops of Samsara Blood Tears floated in the air, shooting towards the duo.
The man in the baseball cap's expression changed. Two yellow talismans flew out but were pierced by the Samsara Blood Tears.
The man in the baseball cap's face darkened. He pulled out a black talisman from his pocket and flung it out. Simultaneously, he formed a strange hand seal and chanted, "With blood as the contract, with the talisman as the body, merge with all spirits, open!"
As soon as the man in the baseball cap finished speaking, the black talisman emitted a golden light that absorbed the two drops of Samsara Blood Tears. It then rapidly burned in the air, eventually turning to ash.
Seeing the man in the baseball cap use this technique, Yu Daochen understood who he was.
"One of the ultimate techniques of the Talisman Sect, the Heaven Swallowing Talisman. Let's see how many Heaven Swallowing Talismans you have left."
"My apologies, Master Yu. This was merely a misunderstanding. I will personally apologize once we are out of the Greater Khingan Range," the man in the baseball cap said.
Yu Daochen ignored him. "I won't be the type to slap you and then offer you candy."
With another wave of his hand, Yu Daochen condensed over ten drops of Samsara Blood Tears into a short sword.
Seeing this, the man in the baseball cap quickly pulled out a yellow talisman and threw it to the ground.
The moment the yellow talisman touched the ground, thick smoke billowed up. Yu Daochen snorted, "Escape Talisman. I didn't expect this guy to have so many precious talismans."
Recalling the Samsara Blood Tears, Yu Daochen felt a sharp pain in his left eye, and blood began to flow from it.
Yu Daochen's legs felt weak, and he leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath. He felt completely drained. His right hand throbbed with pain; it seemed he had injured it while using the Kanglong Mace to strike the yellow talisman.
Yu Daochen fumbled in his pocket with his left hand, finally finding a small medicine bottle. He twisted it open with his mouth and swallowed a pill from inside.
After a few seconds, Yu Daochen let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness for Qiang Zi's amazing pills. Otherwise, my left eye would probably be blind for another ten days to half a month."
Wiping the blood from his forehead and eyes, Yu Daochen rested for over an hour before heading back towards the tents.
Outside the tents, Wang Fei and his subordinates had been watching the situation in the woods. They had heard the explosion earlier.
"Boss, what if Master Yu dies?" one of the subordinates asked.
Wang Fei grinned. "Wouldn't it be better if he died? Whether that ghost dies or he dies, it's good for us."
Pan Lun, standing nearby, looked at the woods with a serious expression. Given Master Yu's strength, he should have come out by now. Why hadn't he appeared yet?
Pan Lun had come out after hearing the gunshots and then learned from Butler Liu that Yu Daochen had gone into the woods to catch a ghost.
While everyone was wondering what was happening inside, a figure slowly walked towards the tents.
Wang Fei and the others raised their guns. Yu Daochen emerged from the darkness, his face covered in blood, limping towards the tents.
"Master Yu?" Pan Lun looked incredulously, thinking he was mistaken.
Yu Daochen said nothing, his face grim. He glanced at everyone and walked directly towards the tents.