Although he knew Zhou Fu was not weak, he did not expect him to be so strong.
Without any wasted words, Zhou Fu pushed away Tai Rui and thrust out the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword again.
Tai Rui had no intention of prolonging the fight, and with his strength not matching Zhou Fu's, he instinctively wanted to escape.
Once a person harbors thoughts of retreat, defeat is inevitable.
Tai Rui could only defend passively, with no opportunity to attack.
Zhou Fu's offensive became even more ferocious.
Each sword strike directly targeted Tai Rui's vital areas like the heart and neck.
A single misstep from Tai Rui would have resulted in instant death.
Tai Rui struggled to defend, narrowly escaping Zhou Fu's sword on several occasions.
"Brother Zhou, can you truly not spare me a way out?" Tai Rui asked as he retreated.
Zhou Fu remained silent, only continuing his relentless assault with the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword.
With the sword in hand, Zhou Fu's skills were extraordinary. Seizing an opening in Tai Rui's defense, he swept the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword towards his throat.
Whoosh!
Seeing the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword sweeping towards him, Tai Rui could only lean back, barely dodging, but his face was still accidentally grazed.
Blood flowed from his cheek, and the scent of it stirred the evil spirits in the corner.
Tai Rui, watching the approaching evil spirits, inwardly cursed his misfortune.
While these minor spirits were manageable, they might attract more terrifying ones.
This place was not meant for lingering.
Tai Rui took a step back and threw a handful of sand from his pocket.
Whoosh!
Zhou Fu was completely unprepared for Tai Rui's sudden attack, and the sand directly blinded him.
His vision blurred for a moment, and Zhou Fu quickly retreated, muttering, "Despicable!"
"You forced me to do this."
Tai Rui seized the opportunity and thrust his peach wood sword forward.
Despite his blurred vision, Zhou Fu's movements did not falter. His fingers brushed against the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword, igniting a fierce flame as he swung it.
A sword qi laced with flames slashed towards him.
Seeing this, Tai Rui had no choice but to cease his attack and sidestep the incoming flaming sword qi, cursing inwardly.
Damn it, he can still react even when he can't see.
In that brief moment, Zhou Fu regained his vision and stared at Tai Rui with killing intent in his eyes.
If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been dead.
Yu Daohen, hiding in the corner, let out a long sigh. He had been about to intervene when he saw Zhou Fu handle it himself.
He had initially planned not to follow, but on second thought, he felt uneasy.
Tai Rui was quite the seasoned veteran of the martial world. Although his methods were not entirely honorable, they were highly effective.
Little Fuzi still needed more practice.
One must not be careless when dealing with such veterans.
If necessary, he would teach him this trick as well, so he could catch opponents stronger than himself off guard next time.
Little Fuzi's performance just now was indeed commendable; when faced with such a situation, his first instinct was not to rub his eyes but to counterattack.
Yu Daohen continued to watch the fight and suddenly felt a few pairs of eyes watching him and the two fighters.
Yu Daohen turned his head and then cursed loudly, "Get lost! What are you looking at in my disciple's fight?"
He was solely focused on Zhou Fu's battle and had no interest in these minor spirits.
Otherwise, he would have reduced them to ashes with a single gesture.
The evil spirits about ten meters away from Yu Daohen felt his terrifying aura and scattered.
Tai Rui knew that if the fight continued like this, he would surely die, and he turned to flee.
The Walking Yin sect relied on their legs, so their footwork was naturally not bad.
Seeing this, Zhou Fu stepped forward to pursue.
This was the first mission his master had given him, and he was determined to complete it flawlessly.
Seeing the two running off, Yu Daohen was about to follow when his expression suddenly turned grave, and he turned to look behind him.
"Oh, I didn't expect it to be such a fair-skinned young man," a deep voice sounded from behind.
Yu Daohen looked closely and frowned.
He hadn't expected to attract a major player.
A ghostly figure over two meters tall stood surrounded by dozens of vengeful spirits.
This aura indicated it was undoubtedly a Nether Ghost.
Seeing that Yu Daohen had no intention of fleeing, the Nether Ghost chuckled, "What, are your legs too weak from fear?"
Yu Daohen's left eye narrowed, and several drops of Samsara Blood Tears transformed into a short sword, which he grabbed. Stomping the ground, he charged towards the Nether Ghost.
The vengeful spirits in front rushed forward. Yu Daohen moved with incredible speed, swinging the Samsara Blood Tears short sword in a horizontal slash, a continuous combo, and a sweeping cut. Every movement was precise, with no wasted motion, dispatching a vengeful spirit with almost every strike.
The Samsara Blood Tears short sword was like the Grim Reaper's scythe; wherever it passed, no spirit could survive.
Yu Daohen reached the Nether Ghost and leaped forward, swinging the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword.
The Nether Ghost was prepared, and a large saber appeared in its hand as it raised it to meet the blow.
Clang!
A crisp sound of cold weapons clashing echoed.
The Nether Ghost instinctively took a step back, and Yu Daohen was also slightly staggered.
This large saber was incredibly tough; it hadn't broken.
But it didn't matter; if one strike didn't work, there would be two.
As Yu Daohen landed, he swung the Samsara Blood Tears short sword again.
The Nether Ghost had no choice but to raise its large saber to parry.
On the street, only the crisp sound of two weapons clashing could be heard.
Clang!
The two weapons met again.
Crack!
An discordant sound emanated from the large saber.
A visible crack appeared.
Yu Daohen grinned mockingly, "Your saber isn't good either, is it not enchanted?"
The Nether Ghost looked at Yu Daohen's short sword with a grim expression.
What kind of weapon was this, so incredibly hard?
In fact, their strengths were comparable, and Yu Daohen's strength was even slightly less than the Nether Ghost's.
However, Yu Daohen's offense was too fierce. Gripping the Samsara Blood Tears short sword, he continuously slashed and swept.
In terms of momentum alone, he was suppressing the Nether Ghost.
As the saying goes, you can lose anything but momentum.
For a moment, the surrounding minor spirits had an illusion.
This human's strength was actually superior to their boss.
Even the Nether Ghost had this illusion.
This young man's strength was not inferior to his own.
Yu Daohen swung the Samsara Blood Tears short sword again. The Nether Ghost dared not engage in a head-on clash and could only retreat to dodge.
Yu Daohen pressed his advantage, continuing his relentless assault, intending to defeat the opponent in one go.
Yu Daohen seized an opening, leaped high, gripped the Samsara Blood Tears short sword, and swung it down with a roar, "F*ck!"
Seeing that evasion was impossible, the Nether Ghost could only raise its large saber to block its chest.
Crack!
The moment the large saber was struck, it shattered into two halves.
But at the same time, the Samsara Blood Tears short sword in Yu Daohen's hand became incredibly transparent and then dissipated into steam.
"Nani!" Yu Daohen's face was filled with confusion.
What was going on?
The Nether Ghost was also bewildered.
It was understandable that its saber had broken, but why had the young man's short sword disappeared?