As Yu Daohan threw another punch, the power of the ghost horn completely vanished, his body returning to normal, the ghost horn on his forehead disappearing.
A wave of exhaustion and searing pain swept through his body. Yu Daohan lacked the strength to even stand, but he knew this was not the time to fall. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to remain upright.
Gazing at the claw that was mere inches away, Yu Daohan wished to dodge but found himself utterly incapable. He could only watch helplessly as death approached.
"You've done exceptionally well!" a voice, all too familiar, echoed from behind him.
Yu Daohan let out a wry smile. Was this a hallucination before death?
He never imagined he would hear his voice in his final moments.
Two warm hands clasped his shoulders from behind.
Yu Daohan could clearly feel that this was no illusion, and his heart was filled with a maelstrom of emotions.
There was the joy of surviving a great peril, the surprise and relief at his arrival, and the unwillingness to accept death.
But all of that no longer mattered.
With a punch from the figure behind him, the several evil spirits before them instantly vanished into smoke.
Yu Daohan strained with all his might to look back, only to see Qin Muyu and Liu Feng smiling at him.
Qin Muyu smiled faintly, "You've done wonderfully. Leave the rest to us!"
Yu Daohan tried to speak, but his eyelids grew too heavy, and he succumbed to unconsciousness.
Qin Muyu caught the fainting Yu Daohan, while Liu Feng beside him looked on with concern, "Is he alright?"
Qin Muyu took out a small bottle filled with red liquid, opened it, and fed a mouthful to Yu Daohan, "He's fine. He's just exhausted from bursting his ghost qi."
Yu Daohan's wounds began to heal rapidly. Relieved, Liu Feng's eyes then blazed with killing intent as he looked at the evil spirits before them.
"Watch him," Liu Feng said calmly, pulling the Kanglong Jian from the ground before striding forward.
The surrounding evil spirits were intimidated by Liu Feng's aura, retreating and daring not to meet his gaze.
The few ghost kings behind them furrowed their brows upon the sudden appearance of the two.
These two had managed to appear behind the young man without a sound, completely undetected, their strength must be considerable.
Liu Feng walked forward, positioning himself before the ghost kings, while the other evil spirits retreated behind them.
The leading ghost king looked at Liu Feng, suddenly recalling that this was the one who had thwarted the sealing ritual last time.
"I've seen you before. If the gods hadn't intervened last time, I would have kept you there," the leading ghost king spoke to Liu Feng.
Liu Feng wasted no words, pointing the Kanglong Jian at the leading ghost king, "Was it you who ordered him to be injured?"
The leading ghost king smiled faintly, "And if it was?"
"Those who touch him die!"
Without further ado, Liu Feng swung the Kanglong Jian to cleave at the leading ghost king.
*Bang!*
The moment the two weapons clashed, the resulting surge of energy forced the evil spirits behind them to keep their distance.
The ghost kings beside them also retreated to the sides, clearing the space for the two combatants.
The ghost king took a slight step back, a grin appearing on his lips. Since the seal was broken and he was released, he hadn't encountered anyone who excited him. Today, he had finally found one.
The leading ghost king pushed the Kanglong Jian away, gripped his mountain-splitting saber with both hands, and swung it at Liu Feng.
*Bang!*
Liu Feng also retreated slightly, marveling inwardly, "As expected of the overlord of the First Hell, he truly has some skill."
The man and the ghost continued to fight back and forth.
The ghost kings beside them knew their leader's strength well.
Even though they were all ghost kings, they combined might not be a match for their leader. One could only imagine the terrifying power of the man fighting him to a standstill.
Suddenly, Liu Feng channeled his qi into the Kanglong Jian, spun the mechanism, and brought it down with a fierce strike, uttering a low shout, "Break!"
The leading ghost king raised his mountain-splitting saber to block, but with a *crack*, the saber in his hands shattered, breaking into two pieces.
The leading ghost king's expression stiffened. Liu Feng seized the opportunity, lifting his leg for a sweeping kick towards the ghost king's chest.
Caught off guard, the leading ghost king took the full force of Liu Feng's powerful kick, his body sent reeling backward.
The leading ghost king steadied himself, looking at the Kanglong Jian in Liu Feng's hand, "As expected of the nemesis of all weapons, but..."
The leading ghost king channeled all his ghost qi into his arms. Suddenly, the ghost qi transformed into two bone blades that grew from his arms, "But I want to see if this Kanglong Jian is harder than my Soul Blades?"
Liu Feng's brow furrowed as he saw the bone blades growing from the leading ghost king's arms.
These Soul Blades were something one had to cultivate from the moment they stepped onto the path of a ghost, solidifying a part of one's soul through constant practice. In the early stages, these Soul Blades possessed no offensive power; only upon reaching the Ghost King realm would their true terrifying potential manifest.
Precisely because they lacked significant offensive power in the early stages, very few ghosts bothered to cultivate them.
Another characteristic of the Soul Blades was their bloodlust. Once they absorbed enough blood, their power became unimaginably potent.
The terrifying aura of blood emanating from these two Soul Blades suggested they had already absorbed ample amounts of blood.
The ghost kings beside them instinctively took a step back upon seeing the ghost blades.
These things, like the Kanglong Jian, were a bane to beings like them.
It was precisely because of these two Soul Blades that they obediently submitted to their leader.