Listening to Huang Yong’s fawning words, Yu Shuntian chuckled lightly and said dismissively, "Who are you? How many times have we met for you to call me elder?"
Huang Yong’s face instantly stiffened. How could this old man be so venomous?
He was just like Yu Daochen.
But this was not the time to lash out. Huang Yong forced a smile.
"Heh heh, Senior Yu, you jest. You are a powerhouse from the previous generation, and we juniors should naturally address you as senior."
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face.
But Yu Shuntian didn't play by the rules and said disdainfully, "Don't try to get close. If you come here, you should pay the price."
Chen Shanhe beside him chuckled, "Senior Yu, you jest. I'm just here on business and happened to stop by to see nephew Daochen."
Huang Yong, standing nearby, was dumbfounded and cursed inwardly.
Damn it, how could these words come from your mouth?
You have the nerve to say that.
Seeing this, Yu Daochen behind them mercilessly exposed him and cursed loudly, "Bullshit! When the hell did I get so familiar with you?"
As soon as he said that, Chen Shanhe instantly became furious and glared fiercely at Yu Daochen.
Yu Daochen looked disdainful, with a "come at me" expression. He took a step back and hid behind Yu Shuntian.
"Let..." Chen Shanhe wanted to rage, but after glancing at Yu Shuntian, he suppressed his anger.
Endure, you must endure. A small impatience can ruin a great plan.
"I have matters to attend to today, so I'll take my leave." Chen Shanhe cupped his hands, snorted, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Huang Yong, though feeling indignant, also followed.
Suddenly, Yu Shuntian called out from behind, "I never said you could leave."
Chen Shanhe clenched his fists, his anger reaching its peak. He turned to Yu Shuntian and asked, "Then what do you mean?"
Yu Shuntian's expression suddenly turned serious, "You bully my grandson, and you think it's over just like that?"
Huang Yong looked at Chen Shanhe beside him and said, "Brother Chen, can you truly still endure this?"
As Black List experts, they had a natural pride in their bones. How could they be easily manipulated?
The Black List must not be insulted!
Seeing that Chen Shanhe still had no intention of making a move, Huang Yong roared, "Endure it yourself! I, Huang Yong, will not endure it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yong stomped on the ground and threw a punch at Yu Shuntian, "We are both on the Black List, why should you be able to suppress us!"
Yu Shuntian was not flustered. He pushed Yu Daochen behind him, then swung his fist to meet Huang Yong's.
Bang!
The two fists collided, releasing a burst of energy.
Yu Daochen, who had been pushed back, steadied himself and looked at the clash of their fists with a solemn expression.
Is this the true strength of Black List experts?
It is truly terrifying.
Chen Shanhe behind him gritted his teeth and joined the battle with a swift movement.
That's right, they were both Black List experts. Why should they fear him?
Seeing Chen Shanhe join the fray, Yu Shuntian calmly repelled Huang Yong and simultaneously struck at Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe retreated after a clash of palms, then drew a curved saber from his waist.
Huang Yong beside him also drew a silver longsword.
Seeing this, Yu Daochen drew his Kanglong Mace and threw it over, "Grandfather, take the mace."
Yu Shuntian caught the thrown Kanglong Mace with his backhand, narrowed his eyes, and watched the two of them.
Facing two Black List experts at the same time, he could not afford to be careless.
Huang Yong looked at the Kanglong Mace in Yu Shuntian's hand and said, "Brother Chen, you hold this old man back, and I'll go take that brat's life."
Corpse handlers were not good at one-on-one combat; they relied on controlling corpses.
Although Chen Shanhe knew it was a disadvantage, he could only nod helplessly, "Alright, but you must be quick."
With a great enemy before them, this was not the time to quibble.
"Understood." As Huang Yong's voice fell, he charged towards Yu Daochen behind them.
Chen Shanhe, however, moved first to attack Yu Shuntian.
The strongest aspect of the Miao Jiang Chen family was not their magic, but their witchcraft and蛊 (gu) techniques.
Some of the蛊 (gu) insects were extremely difficult to guard against.
With a wave of his sleeve, Chen Shanhe shot a two-headed centipede towards them.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian dared not be careless. He shot a silver needle at the flying centipede.
The moment the silver needle hit the centipede, it was as if it had been acupunctured. It immediately fell to the ground, motionless.
Chen Shanhe's curved saber had already arrived. Yu Shuntian calmly swung the Kanglong Mace to meet it.
Clang!
A crisp sound of cold weapons colliding rang out.
Chen Shanhe's expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly.
How could this old man have so much strength!
With a surge of power, Yu Shuntian pushed Chen Shanhe back, then pulled out a silver dart and shot it at Huang Yong, who was attacking Yu Daochen.
Seeing this, Huang Yong raised his silver longsword to block his face.
Clang!
The silver longsword was instantly pierced. Huang Yong reacted quickly, tilting his head to dodge the silver needle.
The silver needle hit the wall behind him, burying itself deep within.
Huang Yong looked at the silver longsword pierced by the silver needle, his face filled with disbelief.
This was no ordinary longsword; its hardness was no less than that of the Kanglong Mace, yet it had been pierced like this.
Just as Huang Yong was stunned, Yu Shuntian swung the Kanglong Mace and attacked, "What, scared already?"
"Your opponent is me!" Chen Shanhe shouted, stomping his foot on the ground.
Instantly, countless insects crawled out from Chen Shanhe's clothes, a dense mass like migrating ants.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian's brows furrowed.
These were not ordinary insects, but witchcraft and蛊 (gu).
But he had to deal with Huang Yong first.
Yu Shuntian continued to swing the Kanglong Mace at Huang Yong.
Seeing this, Huang Yong could only swing his silver longsword to meet it.
Clang!
The moment the weapons touched, Huang Yong felt a sharp pain in his arm gripping the silver longsword.
Yu Shuntian reached out with his other hand to lock onto Huang Yong's throat, his speed so fast that he had no time to react.
With his throat locked, Yu Shuntian was about to exert force when he heard the sound of bone breaking. Huang Yong's neck instantly became as slippery as an eel, slipping directly from Yu Shuntian's grasp.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian kicked out.
Huang Yong was kicked squarely and sent flying backward, but he still managed to swing his silver longsword to deliver a final blow.
Yu Shuntian retreated to dodge, but his left arm was still accidentally cut.
Huang Yong steadied himself, glanced at Chen Shanhe beside him, and grumbled, "This old man is still as difficult to deal with."
Yu Shuntian looked at the wound on his left arm and slowly said, "Your body doesn't seem like it belongs to a human. It's more like a corpse."
The witchcraft and蛊 (gu) on the ground were closing in. Yu Shuntian turned to look at the stunned Yu Daochen and said, "Good grandson, protect yourself."
Yu Daochen nodded, "Okay, Grandpa."
This was no longer a battle he could participate in.
He couldn't even keep up with the speed, let alone fight.
Yu Shuntian threw the Kanglong Mace to Yu Daochen behind him and stretched his muscles, "I still prefer using silver needles."