A man and a ghost charged at each other.
Yu Daochen raised the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand and slashed out.
The female ghost dodged to the side and swung her fist at Yu Daochen.
Yu Daochen reacted quickly, leaning his body slightly to evade the incoming punch.
For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
After exchanging several more blows, Yu Daochen's speed gradually slowed.
The female ghost seized this opportunity and landed a solid punch on Yu Daochen's cheek.
Taking the ghost king's heavy blow, Yu Daochen staggered back several steps, his consciousness blurring, his head spinning.
If not for the augmentation of the ghost horn's power, he would have suffered a concussion in normal circumstances.
The female ghost seized this opportunity and swung again.
With this punch, the young man was sure to die.
Although his consciousness was blurred, Yu Daochen still swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword forward.
The female ghost was forced back by the Samsara Blood Tear short sword.
Yu Daochen stabilized his stance, shook his head, his consciousness cleared, and he looked at the female ghost in front of him.
The ghost horn's power was weakening, and he had to end the fight quickly.
The female ghost was unwilling, having missed such a good opportunity.
Yu Daochen knew that he and the female ghost were at best evenly matched.
The only way to defeat her was to trade injury for life.
With determination, Yu Daochen swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand and slashed out again.
The female ghost, having gained an advantage earlier, was now more confident and charged forward with her fists.
The female ghost aimed a punch at Yu Daochen's chest, but to her surprise, he didn't dodge. He took the punch head-on, and with his other hand, swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword.
At such close range, evasion was impossible. The Samsara Blood Tear short sword directly struck the female ghost's chest.
For a moment, both their expressions turned grim.
Yu Daochen spat out a mouthful of blood.
The female ghost was no better, with ghost energy constantly seeping from the wound inflicted by the Samsara Blood Tear short sword.
Yu Daochen steadied himself, the immense pain in his chest almost making him fall to the ground.
But he gritted his teeth and swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword again.
Seeing this, the female ghost hardened her resolve, her fist turning into a palm as she met Yu Daochen's strike.
Yu Daochen struck the female ghost's chest again, while he himself was struck in the abdomen by the female ghost.
Instantly, blood gushed from his abdomen. Yu Daochen ignored the wound and swung the Samsara Blood Tear short sword again.
The female ghost also ignored the two wounds on her chest and struck out with her palm again.
At this moment, both were focused on defeating the other.
*Swoosh!*
Yu Daochen's chest was directly struck, and blood splattered.
Yu Daochen staggered back, but the Samsara Blood Tear short sword in his hand slashed out.
A terrifying wound appeared on the female ghost's abdomen, and a large amount of ghost energy surged out.
Yu Daochen retreated several steps to steady himself. He intended to charge forward again, but his body had reached its limit, and he directly fell to his knees with a thud.
Seeing Yu Daochen kneeling on the ground, the female ghost laughed heartily, "It seems the final winner is me."
The female ghost looked at Yu Daochen with a ferocious expression and strode towards him.
But after taking only two steps, she knelt on one knee, raising a hand to cover her chest.
Truth be told, her injuries were no less severe than Yu Daochen's.
Yu Daochen used one hand to grip the Samsara Blood Tear short sword to support himself on the ground, while the other hand covered the wound on his abdomen.
The hand covering the wound felt terrifyingly hot and sticky.
Blood flowed onto the ground.
These sensations made Yu Daochen's consciousness even more blurred, his eyelids feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they slowly closed.
Cannot sleep!
Yu Daochen knew that if he fell asleep, he would truly lose.
No!
He still had important things to do. He absolutely could not fall asleep!
The female ghost looked at Yu Daochen, who was completely defenseless on the ground, gritted her teeth, stood up again, and staggered forward.
Yu Daochen made no move as he watched the female ghost approach.
He had reached the limit of human endurance. Let alone counterattacking, merely staying conscious was his limit.
The female ghost walked closer and closer, and Yu Daochen felt a sense of unwillingness.
Why was it always just a little bit short?
If only he were a little stronger, he could have killed this fellow!
Who would come to save him this time?
Liu Feng was in mortal danger, and Qin Muyu was still in a deep slumber.
Perhaps... no one would come to save him.
To end his life like this, he was truly unwilling!
The female ghost, exhausted, reached Yu Daochen, a ferocious smile on her face, "Goodbye."
Yu Daochen simply lowered his head. He couldn't even lift it now, but he could feel death approaching, feel his heart pounding violently.
Time seemed to stand still...
Is this... the feeling of death?
Images of the past flashed through his mind: the little girl, Grandpa, Su Lai, Da Hu... Liu Feng, and finally Qin Muyu.
"Die."
The female ghost raised her palm and brought it down fiercely.
Yu Daochen slowly closed his eyes, welcoming the arrival of death.
Just as her palm was less than two centimeters from Yu Daochen's head, the female ghost suddenly stopped.
After a second, Yu Daochen opened his eyes, puzzled.
Why didn't he feel any pain?
Just then, he heard the female ghost's scream.
"Ah... Ah...!"
Yu Daochen wanted to look up to see what was happening, but he couldn't.
He saw the female ghost retreat, roaring in pain, "Why now!?"
"Ah... Ah...!"
Yu Daochen glanced sideways and saw a golden light erupt from within the retreating female ghost. The golden light transformed into a dragon and a tiger, entwining themselves around the female ghost.
What was going on?
Yu Daochen was utterly confused. What was happening?
But no matter what it was, he had won this battle.
Although the victory was somewhat inexplicable.
The female ghost looked at Yu Daochen with unconcealed unwillingness.
She was so close to killing this kid.
But why now?
When she fought Yu Shuntian, she had used the Asura Gate to absorb Yu Shuntian's two fatal attacks.
She could have used her ghost energy to suppress these two fatal attacks for six days before they backfired.
However, her injuries were too severe, and the ghost energy within her could no longer suppress these two fatal attacks, so she was now suffering the backlash.
But why now!
If it had been even a little later, she could have killed this kid.
The female ghost roared in unwilling anger, "I am not reconciled!!"
The dragon and tiger attacked simultaneously, and the female ghost instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air.
After the female ghost was annihilated, the dragon and tiger also turned into light spots and disappeared.
Where the female ghost had vanished, a dark, black-energy-emitting bead appeared, floating in the air.
Only after the smoke completely dispersed did the bead fall to the ground.
A haggard smile appeared on Yu Daochen's face.
He had won this battle!