Zhao Liang collapsed onto the ground, unable to rise, still roaring, "If you want to enter the main hall, you'll have to step over my corpse first."
Shen Fengqing ignored him and strode towards the hall.
He hadn't condensed his qi with that punch just now.
Otherwise, this fellow wouldn't have had a chance to speak to him.
As Shen Fengqing walked past, Zhao Liang grabbed his trouser leg.
Shen Fengqing lifted his foot to shake him off but found Zhao Liang's grip unusually firm.
"You truly don't know your place!"
Shen Fengqing's face darkened to the extreme, his long saber already raised.
Zhao Liang showed no fear, his grip on Shen Fengqing's trouser leg unwavering, "You're not allowed to pass!"
This had exceeded Shen Fengqing's limit of tolerance.
"You're forcing my hand!"
Shen Fengqing's long saber slowly rose.
But just as it was about to descend,
*Whoosh!*
Shen Fengqing froze. A wound had appeared on his cheek without him knowing when.
Embedded halfway into the stone pillar behind him was a willow leaf.
Shen Fengqing was filled with astonishment.
So fast.
He hadn't even had time to react before a wound appeared on his cheek.
But...
Although he couldn't react in time, Shen Fengqing knew where the willow leaf had come from.
Shen Fengqing immediately looked into the distance.
On the rooftop far away, an elder in a Taoist robe was watching him.
The elder's face was expressionless, but the sense of authority emanating from him filled Shen Fengqing with dread.
Who was this elder?
His strength was terrifying!
Just as Shen Fengqing was about to speak, the elder uttered a single word.
"Scram!"
Shen Fengqing understood that he was no match for him!
It was better to avoid trouble, so he didn't know why the elder wasn't stopping him from taking the compass.
But as long as he got the compass, nothing else mattered!
Shen Fengqing immediately turned and headed straight for the hall.
On the distant rooftop, the elder watched Shen Fengqing enter the hall, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Senior brother, I hope your divination was not mistaken. May the young man named Yu truly be able to save this world."
With that thought, the elder turned and walked back to his dwelling.
In the forest, two figures continuously collided, then quickly separated, and then collided again.
Yu Daohen bore multiple wounds, while the Minshan Ghost Immortal was also not lightly injured, with his ghostly energy leaking out, clearly indicating severe wounds.
"Damn it!"
The Minshan Ghost Immortal cursed, his face filled with shock, "How can this brat be so reckless? There's no discernible pattern to his attacks."
He had initially believed that if it came to a battle of ghostly energy, he would surely win.
But now, he realized he was terribly mistaken.
He had been at an advantage because the brat had been using the Kanglong Halberd.
But now, the brat had suddenly switched to that bizarre black liquid.
It was impossible to defend against. If his long sword weren't made of an unusual material, it would have broken countless times already.
Yu Daohen paid no attention to this, swinging his twin swords and continuing his assault.
With the power of his ghost steps, combined with these two Blood Tear Longswords, and the ability to absorb ghostly energy with his left hand,
He was practically invincible!
Especially against evil spirits, their ghostly arts could be absorbed by him.
They could only choose to engage him in close combat.
But in close combat, he had the two Blood Tear Longswords in hand.
He feared no one.
Who among the evil spirits in this world dared to fight him?
However, there was another crucial reason: the golden dragon from earlier had already depleted half of the opponent's ghostly energy.
Half of his ghostly energy depleted before the fight even began.
How could you, Minshan Ghost Immortal, fight me?
From beginning to end, the advantage was always on his side.
The Minshan Ghost Immortal knew that if he continued to fight, he would surely be defeated and had already begun to consider how to retreat.
How could Yu Daohen not know his petty schemes? He immediately engaged in close combat, giving him no chance to escape.
Damn it!
The Minshan Ghost Immortal's face was extremely grim, completely on the defensive, his sword swings slowing down.
Yu Daohen seized the opportunity, parried the Minshan Ghost Immortal's thrust with one sword, and then the Blood Tear Longsword in his other hand struck out.
*Slash!*
The Minshan Ghost Immortal's chest took a solid hit, and black blood, emanating ghostly energy, flowed out.
Strike while the iron is hot!
Yu Daohen seized the opportunity and struck again.
Seeing the incoming sword, the Minshan Ghost Immortal could only condense a ghost pearl in his palm and shoot it out rapidly, attempting to force Yu Daohen back.
But to his surprise, Yu Daohen didn't dodge. He simply shifted his body to the left.
"Holy shit!"
The Minshan Ghost Immortal couldn't help but curse, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Are you even human?
The pearl struck Yu Daohen's left shoulder, while his sword lunged forward.
The Minshan Ghost Immortal had no choice. It was too late to condense another pearl, so he could only raise his long sword to parry the incoming strike.
Yu Daohen held his breath, his sword parried, and the sword in his other hand swiftly chopped down.
The Minshan Ghost Immortal had no way to evade and could only raise his hand to shield his face.
If this sword hit his head, he would surely die!
*Whoosh!*
The Blood Tear Longsword descended rapidly.
The Minshan Ghost Immortal saw a severed hand fall before his eyes.
This!
The Minshan Ghost Immortal couldn't believe it was his own severed hand.
Even when fighting Xu Feng before, he hadn't been this disheveled!
Although the Minshan Ghost Immortal was shocked, he only hesitated for a mere 0.01 second before quickly retreating.
Without a word, Yu Daohen threw the longsword in his left hand, aiming it at the Minshan Ghost Immortal's chest.
This strike would surely scatter his soul!
With one hand severed, the Minshan Ghost Immortal's strength was greatly reduced, and this strike was likely unavoidable.
But at this critical moment,
A figure suddenly burst forth, a cleaver in hand, directly deflecting the Blood Tear Longsword.
Yu Daohen immediately looked at the newcomer. Upon seeing Shi Bingzhi, his face was filled with shock and unwillingness.
Damn it!
So close!
However, Shi Bingzhi's appearance meant that Shen Fengqing had likely already obtained the compass.
Although this was the outcome he had wished for, he was still unwilling that the Minshan Ghost Immortal had not died.
Shen Fengqing could live for now, but the Minshan Ghost Immortal was too powerful.
He had to be killed!
At the same time, Shen Fengqing, accompanied by the apostles of the Divine Phoenix Cult, had arrived.
Seeing the two compasses in Shen Fengqing's hands, Yu Daohen's expression instantly turned grim.
It seemed Shen Fengqing had had a bountiful harvest this time, obtaining two compasses at once.
Although he was happy inwardly, he still had to put on an angry front.
Shen Fengqing looked at the Minshan Ghost Immortal beside him and asked, "Ghost Elder, your hand...!"
The Minshan Ghost Immortal shook his head, "It's nothing serious. With my Ghost Immortal strength, I can condense a new arm in a few days."
Shen Fengqing nodded, then looked at Yu Daohen, whose face was extremely grim, and smiled, "It seems I have won this game!"
Yu Daohen narrowed his eyes. Although he couldn't kill this guy for now, crippling him was also acceptable.