Chen Yan walked towards Zhou Fu with Terry, his eyes fixed on him.
He only had one chance to make a move, and it had to be a killing blow.
Beside him, Terry could sense the killing intent in his martial uncle's eyes and secretly rejoiced.
It seemed his martial uncle intended to kill this guy.
It was just what he wanted, as he also desperately wanted this person dead.
Chen Yan approached step by step with Terry, while Zhou Fu gripped the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword tightly, ready to flee at any moment.
Seeing Zhou Fu's wary demeanor, Chen Yan smiled and said, "I've brought this unpromising martial nephew of mine to apologize to young friend Zhou."
Zhou Fu still didn't dare to let his guard down, his eyes locked onto Chen Yan's every move.
When Chen Yan and Terry were about ten meters away, Zhou Fu called out, "Stop right there."
Chen Yan smiled at this, not making a move immediately. He halted his advance and asked with a smile, "May I ask where Sect Leader Yu is?"
Zhou Fu made a decisive move and replied with a smile, "My master is in the back, he'll be here in a minute or two."
This was clearly an attempt to glean information, and he couldn't fall for it.
As expected, upon hearing this, Chen Yan subconsciously glanced into the distance, and the move he was about to make was withdrawn.
However, he was also an old hand at this game and knew that Zhou Fu might be bluffing.
But it was better to be safe than sorry. This matter could not be taken lightly, and he had to confirm whether Yu Daohen was nearby.
"So that's how it is. I happen to have a few words I'd like to say to Sect Leader Yu," Chen Yan said with a smile, observing Zhou Fu's expression.
Zhou Fu naturally knew that the old fox was testing him. He tried his best to control his expression to avoid giving anything away and replied with a smile, "Then Master Chen can wait here. My master will be here shortly."
Despite Zhou Fu's best efforts to control his expression, Chen Yan still detected subtle clues and said with a smile, "No rush, I can wait a few minutes."
Having spent a long time in the martial world, Chen Yan could tell from Zhou Fu's expression that he was bluffing.
However, he still didn't rush to attack. He had to ensure everything was foolproof before making a move.
Zhou Fu's face remained expressionless, but his heart was filled with anxiety.
This old fellow must have guessed that he was bluffing. If things continued like this, he was as good as dead.
Should he just fight for it?
Time ticked by, and after about five minutes.
Chen Yan was now certain that Yu Daohen was not nearby at all.
It was time to act!
Seeing that the old fellow was about to make a move, Zhou Fu's face broke into a smile. "Master Chen, I believe my master is not far behind. You wait here, and I'll go invite him over."
After speaking, Zhou Fu quietly took a few steps back, intending to turn and flee.
A sinister smile spread across Chen Yan's face, and he sneered, "Kid, stop pretending. Your master didn't follow you at all, did he?"
"This old bastard wants to silence me!"
Zhou Fu realized something was wrong and turned to run.
As Zhou Fu fled, Chen Yan let out a sinister chuckle, absolutely certain that Yu Daohen had not followed.
"Let's go take care of this kid," Chen Yan said, glancing at Terry beside him, and then he took the lead in pursuit.
"Alright." Terry couldn't wait to kill Zhou Fu.
Zhou Fu ran forward relentlessly, not daring to slow down.
Chen Yan surged forward, gathering a ball of black energy in his hand and pulling it back, muttering, "Yin Expulsion Hand!"
Suddenly, a hand made of Yin energy stretched out from beneath Zhou Fu's feet and grabbed his calf.
Zhou Fu had not anticipated this sudden hand, and he stumbled, falling directly to the ground.
Chen Yan seized this opportunity, stomped on the ground, and with a swift movement, appeared before Zhou Fu, raising his hand to lock onto Zhou Fu's throat.
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly burst from the side, and a large hand grabbed Chen Yan's hand as it reached for Zhou Fu's throat.
Chen Yan's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively looked over.
He saw Yu Daohen staring at him with a grim expression and coldly asking, "Master Chen, what are you doing?"
Seeing that it was Yu Daohen, Zhou Fu's face lit up with joy, and he exclaimed, "Master!"
Yu Daohen nodded and looked at the confrontational Chen Yan, becoming impatient. "Master Chen, say something. My patience is limited."
Chen Yan now felt like killing Terry.
Didn't they say Yu Daohen wasn't following?
The current situation made it obvious that he intended to kill Zhou Fu.
Given Yu Daohen's temper, he wouldn't let this slide, and now it involved their sects.
"Master Yu, I thought this young friend Zhou had good talent and wanted to give him some pointers."
Chen Yan knew that the facade had been dropped.
But at this juncture, would he dare to openly retaliate against the Yin Walking Sect?
"Oh, really?"
Yu Daohen chuckled lightly, revealing an unfathomable smile. "Then thank you for your kindness, Master Chen."
Chen Yan knew this was Yu Daohen giving him an out and replied with a smile, "No need to be so formal."
Chen Yan's guess was correct; Yu Daohen truly did not dare to openly retaliate against the Yin Walking Sect at this time.
Although Liu Jizhan had tacitly allowed him to kill Terry, he did not want to escalate the situation.
Moreover, he could not afford to completely offend Chen Yan and the Yin Walking Sect in this situation.
After all, the Blazing Fire Sect would have to work with them later to surround and eliminate evil spirits.
It was possible that Chen Yan would order his disciples to resort to dirty tricks.
Yu Daohen didn't want to waste any more time and got straight to the point: "Master Chen, I will pretend this never happened, but Terry must die."
Chen Yan turned to look at Terry behind him, sighed helplessly, and nodded in agreement, "Alright, I promise, Master Yu."
At this point, being able to protect his sect from Yu Daohen's retaliation was the best possible outcome.
As for Terry... he could only blame his fate.
Yu Daohen knew that given the old fox's nature, he would definitely agree.
After all, compared to the entire sect, a single disciple was insignificant.
"Master Chen has indeed made the right decision," Yu Daohen said, looking at Zhou Fu beside him. "Little Fu, go kill that bastard."
"Yes!" Zhou Fu agreed, raising the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword and charging towards Terry.
Terry looked utterly bewildered and quickly drew his peach wood sword to defend himself.
What was going on?
Had his martial uncle failed to reach an agreement?
Zhou Fu had been suppressing his anger, and now he had a place to vent it.
Zhou Fu gripped the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword and attacked relentlessly. Terry was forced to retreat repeatedly, looking at his martial uncle, whose back was turned to him, with confusion and shouting, "Martial Uncle, please save me! Martial Uncle, please save me!"
Chen Yan remained silent, not daring to look at Terry, his fists clenched as if he couldn't hear Terry's cries for help.
Yu Daohen looked at Chen Yan's struggle and said, "Master Chen, this person is insidious. Keeping him in the sect would be a disaster. Getting rid of him isn't a bad thing."
Chen Yan sighed helplessly and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
He knew Terry's character, but after watching him enter the sect for so many years, it was impossible to say he had no feelings for him.