But what Shen Fengqing couldn't understand was that he could have fooled himself by pretending to be dead.
Yet this kid insisted on getting up.
Shen Fengqing chuckled and said, "Kid, you've made a wrong choice. You could have lived by pretending to be dead all along."
Zhou Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a proud smile on his face. "My master is Yu Daohen. I can't disgrace his name."
"Yu Daohen!" Shen Fengqing's eyes suddenly sharpened.
This was a name he never wanted to hear.
But Yu Daohen was probably too busy to care about himself right now.
Shen Fengqing immediately laughed, "If you're trying to stall for time, I advise you to stop struggling, because your master is not coming."
The two elders, along with Huang Yueji and Li Tiandao, four Black List experts, had joined forces.
Even someone as powerful as Yu Daohen couldn't escape from four Black List experts.
Shen Fengqing was very sure of this!
Hearing Shen Fengqing's words, Zhou Fu also realized that his master must have encountered a formidable enemy.
But he believed that no matter what powerful enemy his master faced, he could easily handle it.
He had believed this ever since he became Yu Daohen's disciple.
"Is that so? If you're so confident, why haven't you received a call from them yet?" Zhou Fu pointed out.
Hearing this, Shen Fengqing's face instantly turned grim.
Yes, why hadn't he received a call from the two elders and the others after so long?
There was only one reason for not receiving a call: they hadn't taken down Yu Daohen yet.
However, with four Black List experts, Shen Fengqing didn't believe Yu Daohen could truly escape from them.
But no matter the current situation, the kid in front of him had to die.
This was beyond doubt!
Zhou Fu, far away, curled his lips and continued to taunt, "What, are you starting to doubt yourself?"
"Shut up!"
Shen Fengqing's face turned extremely cold, his long saber held tightly in his hand.
Zhou Fu grinned, "Because you fear my master, you don't want to hear the name Yu Daohen."
"You're seeking death!"
Swish!
Shen Fengqing suddenly attacked, his long saber already slashing down.
Seeing this, Zhou Fu knew his provocation had worked. He immediately raised his short sword to block.
Clang!
The two cold weapons collided. Zhou Fu felt his arm go numb, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, but he still stubbornly said, "Such a hasty attack, you're really afraid of my master coming."
"Shut up!"
Shen Fengqing's eyes flashed with killing intent. He clenched his other hand into a fist and struck out.
Zhou Fu immediately raised his other arm to block.
Bang!
This terrifying punch sent Zhou Fu flying back.
Shen Fengqing narrowed his eyes, his body moving rapidly. He grabbed Zhou Fu's forehead and pressed him to the ground, then shot out another ten meters before stopping.
When he stopped, Shen Fengqing slowly raised his hand, feeling as if the world had gone silent.
Looking down at the dying Zhou Fu, Shen Fengqing let out a disdainful snort, "You've learned your master's sharp tongue, but unfortunately, you don't have his immense strength. This is the price for angering me!"
Zhou Fu knew he was doomed today, but he absolutely could not disgrace the title of his master's disciple.
With his last breath, Zhou Fu suddenly burst with strength, gripped his short sword, stood up, and thrust his sword forward.
"You can't insult my master!!"
Shen Fengqing was surprised that this kid could still get up.
But… it was just a death throe.
Shen Fengqing dodged to the side, then used a counter-grapple to disarm Zhou Fu of his short sword.
"In the face of absolute strength, all struggles are futile."
As soon as Shen Fengqing finished speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed it into Zhou Fu's abdomen.
Gurgle~
The short sword instantly pierced his body. Zhou Fu's expression turned blank. He covered his abdomen with both hands, staggered back two steps, and fell to his knees with a thud.
Cold, so cold!
Zhou Fu felt his body temperature plummeting. A large amount of blood gushed from his abdomen, and his hands could clearly feel the warmth of the blood.
He had once asked his master a question.
What does death feel like?
Yu Daohen, taking a deep drag of his cigarette at the time, slowly exhaled and said one word.
Silence!
At this moment, Zhou Fu finally understood what that felt like.
His hearing seemed to have disappeared, and he could only feel his heart pounding.
But this beating was growing weaker and weaker.
When his heart stopped beating, it meant he was dead.
His consciousness began to blur, and his eyes slowly closed.
Looking at Zhou Fu, who was completely lifeless, Shen Fengqing turned and left, leaving behind a parting remark.
"I admire your backbone. I'll leave you a whole corpse. If Yu Daohen is not dead, tell him to come and collect the body."
At the same time, the disciples of the Divine Light Sect surrounding the school launched a collective attack on it.
Glancing back at Zhou Fu, who stood defiant even in death, Shen Fengqing felt a slight sense of respect.
There truly were people with such backbone in this world.
An ordinary person would have been trembling with fear upon encountering a Black List expert, let alone fighting back.
Yu Daohen had truly taken a good disciple.
Zhou Fu had two chances to survive.
The first was to pretend to be dead, but he insisted on getting up to fight again.
This time, one could say he was fighting for all living beings.
But the second time, if he had just closed his eyes, Shen Fengqing might not have intervened, and he might have had a chance to live.
Yet, he still insisted on thrusting that sword.
He knew that this sword could never kill Shen Fengqing, a Black List expert.
But why did he still attack?
If the first time was for all living beings, then the second time was to uphold his master's name.
As Yu Daohen's disciple, he could not allow himself to fall.
This was the pride of being Yu Daohen's disciple.
Shen Fengqing hadn't walked two steps before he suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on a distant corner. Just as he was about to speak, a disciple suddenly ran over.
The disciple knelt before Shen Fengqing and reported, "Reporting to the Sect Master, the mission is progressing very smoothly. We have already obtained four compasses."
Shen Fengqing glanced at the direction he had just looked, then turned back to the disciple and nodded with satisfaction. "Well done. Next, let them see what a true living hell is."
Shen Fengqing's stated objective was to unseal the entrances to these three layers of hell and secretly open the entrance to the second layer.
But in reality, he wanted to seize the remaining compasses.
Now that the experts from various martial sects were on the front lines, their own sects were naturally at their most vulnerable.
This was the best time to seize the compasses.
However, this task could not be entrusted to the two elders.
The Divine Light Sect's high-end combat power was already known to the various sects and the Spiritual Bureau. Only disciples with Heaven List strength could accomplish this.
Without the presence of powerful experts, disciples with Heaven List strength were more than enough to destroy the sects.
This was also why Wang Ming and the others hadn't seen any Divine Light Sect disciples.
Even Shen Fengqing had only brought thirty people with him this time.
The disciple looked at the kneeling Zhou Fu and asked, "Sect Master, what should be done with that person's corpse?"