In the meantime, within the forest.
Yu Daohen rapidly dodged through the surrounding trees.
Under the current circumstances, a direct confrontation was not advisable.
After all, fighting against superior numbers was his old specialty.
Hadn't he single-handedly dealt with two immortals back then, completely dominating them?
Yu Daohen suddenly planted his heel, stopping abruptly. He immediately turned, conjured the Tian Gan Palm with one hand, and unleashed it.
*Bang!*
A massive, dark golden palm print shot out.
The Left and Right Elders, having pursued too closely, saw the palm print hurtling towards them. With no time to defend, they could only retreat to evade.
Yu Daohen seized the opportunity and bolted, avoiding a head-on engagement.
"Damn it!"
Elder Zuo roared in anger, accelerating his pursuit.
Elder You, knowing his old partner had fallen into the trap, also quickened his pace.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen remained unhurried, leading the two through the forest.
For now, he could only stall for time, waiting for Chen Guojun to finish his task before dealing with these two elders together.
"Stop right there!"
As soon as Elder Zuo spoke, he stomped his foot on the ground, uttering a low growl, "Resentment Bell, open!"
A black mist emerged from beneath the elder's feet, spreading rapidly to engulf the surroundings before drifting towards Yu Daohen.
Where the blackness passed, vegetation was quickly corroded.
Tree trunks, upon contact with the black gas, were also completely eroded and collapsed with a thud.
"What kind of sorcery is this?" Yu Daohen inwardly cursed his misfortune.
This black mist was incredibly fast, impossible to dodge.
As the black mist drew nearer, Yu Daohen had a flash of inspiration. He pushed off a large tree with his foot, using the friction to propel himself off another tree, leaping high into the air.
The moment he leaped, the black mist surged towards him.
Seeing the area below covered by the black mist, Yu Daohen wasted no time. He formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, and unleashed a torrent of flames.
*Boom!*
The black mist below was instantly dispersed by the flames, and Yu Daohen landed smoothly.
The instant he touched down, the Left and Right Elders seized the opportunity. They stomped their feet on the ground and unleashed punches.
Yu Daohen had just stabilized himself when the fists, imbued with terrifying power, slammed towards him. Instinctively, he raised the Kang Long Halberd and struck.
*Bang!*
The halberd collided with the fist. Elder Zuo's expression shifted slightly, and he was sent staggering back.
However, Elder You's incoming fist was unavoidable.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen showed no fear. He clenched his other fist and met the blow head-on.
*Bang!*
The clash of two fists erupted with a surge of energy. Both remained unmoved.
Elder You's lips curved upwards into a sinister smile, and he then uttered a low command, "Ice Condensation Palm!"
A chilling aura emanated from his palm.
"Not good!"
Yu Daohen inwardly cried out. As his fist was being encased in a rock-like substance, the chilling aura pressed in.
In an instant, Yu Daohen suddenly exerted force, repelling Elder You.
Elder You retreated, a hint of unwillingness on his face, "Just a little bit more."
Seeing the rock-like substance encasing his palm had turned into ice, Yu Daohen gasped.
This chilling energy was truly terrifying. Had he not used the Di Kun Hand to block it in time, his hand would likely have been crippled.
Indeed, when dealing with experts of this caliber, one could not afford the slightest carelessness.
The Left and Right Elders attacked again rapidly, their posture indicating a desire for a swift conclusion.
Yu Daohen wasted no time. His left eye narrowed, and the Samsara Blood Tears flowed out, condensing into two long swords.
Yu Daohen wielded the Kang Long Halberd in one hand and gripped the two long swords, striking simultaneously.
These Samsara Blood Tears were something even immortals feared, let alone these two.
There was indeed a reason Yu Daohen dared to boast that fighting two was not a problem.
He discovered that the true dragon inner core and the marsh viper inner core he had swallowed last time were not without effect; their benefits had entirely gone into his Nine Lives Samsara Eyes.
One drop of Samsara Blood Tear was equivalent to ten drops of essence blood. Although the consumption decreased as his strength grew, it was still something he could not afford.
But now, it was different. He could feel that one drop of essence blood could now condense ten drops of Samsara Blood Tears, a complete reversal.
What did this concept imply?
It was akin to having an atomic bomb, but the materials required for its creation were extremely costly.
Therefore, one would use them sparingly.
But now, it was different. The materials for making atomic bombs were practically dirt cheap.
Why wouldn't one use them lavishly and dominate?
He wondered, which master in the current mortal world would dare to face his blood tear swords?
As for why Yu Daohen didn't use them earlier?
It was naturally due to the consumption. Whether it was unleashing the Ghost Horn's power or casting the Samsara Blood Tears, both over-drew his physical strength.
His face was already pale enough; any further depletion would be disastrous.
How could a renowned Black List expert tolerate being called a pretty boy?
As Yu Daohen's fame grew, who in the current martial world didn't know of Jiangdu's Master Yu?
Yet, many secretly referred to him as a pretty boy.
It was much like the divine ability user Tang Junsheng back then; due to his short stature, many called him Short King Kong behind his back.
Yu Daohen initially didn't mind, until he was at the Yan Huo Sect.
He overheard two male disciples in his own sect discussing him behind his back.
One of them said that he was a pretty boy, and furthermore, a… bottom.
How could anyone hear such a thing and not be enraged?
Of course, as the sect leader, he had to maintain his composure. He merely gave those two disciples a 'simple' lesson.
Returning to the battle.
Yu Daohen, wielding twin swords, saw his strength surge, becoming invincible.
With horizontal slashes, chops, and cleaves, he forced the Left and Right Elders to dare not approach, even pursuing them relentlessly.
The Left and Right Elders were seasoned veterans, having witnessed countless major events.
But this chaotic, street-brawling style of fighting was something they encountered for the first time.
It was truly a mad dog's assault.
This fighting style had the air of random blows defeating a seasoned master.
Although Yu Daohen was slashing wildly, he had no discernible pattern.
He knew he couldn't give these two an opportunity to create distance and cast spells; he had to engage in close-quarters combat.
The two primarily relied on punches and palms, carrying no weapons.
In such a situation, they were bound to be at a disadvantage. They could only evade his initial onslaught and look for another opportunity.
"Holy crap, is this crazy brat a dog in his past life? He's giving us no chance to cast spells."
Elder Zuo couldn't help but curse.
Elder You, beside him, retreated to create distance, preparing to cast a spell.
This close-quarters combat was too disadvantageous.
Yu Daohen gave him no opportunity. He stepped forward, first swinging a sword to force Elder Zuo back, then swinging again at Elder You, interrupting his spellcasting.
Seeing the sword aimed at him, Elder You could only tactically retreat to dodge the incoming blade.
Elder You couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, isn't this a bit too cheap?"
The two elders spat out profanities, a testament to their hatred for Yu Daohen's mad dog style of fighting.
To be put in such a disheveled state was a first in their lives.
This was simply a humiliation, a great humiliation!!