Jin Wei, standing nearby, had already run a considerable distance.
Zhang Ming watched Jin Wei flee, a grin spreading across his face. "I always keep my word."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ming formed a hand seal.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Ming's shadow suddenly stretched and lunged towards the fleeing Jin Wei.
Zhou Fu instinctively looked towards Jin Wei, who was running away.
The snake-like shadow reached Jin Wei's feet and transformed into a sharp spike, piercing directly through Jin Wei's chest.
*Puff!*
The speed was so great that Jin Wei had no time to react before his life was extinguished.
What kind of dark art is this?
Zhou Fu's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively became wary of the shadow.
It was all the fault of the original owner knowing too little about the dark arts of the martial world; his deepest memories were of life in the sect and his master.
"You're still so careless when facing an opponent stronger than you."
Suddenly, Zhang Ming appeared before Zhou Fu without anyone noticing.
"What!"
Zhou Fu's heart jolted. He was about to swing his dagger when it was already too late.
Zhang Ming grabbed Zhou Fu's face with one hand and slammed him onto the ground, a sinister hunting smile on his face. "You can go to hell."
Zhou Fu was pinned to the ground, with no room to retaliate. He could only watch as Zhang Ming raised his fist to strike.
Is this how it ends?
Zhou Fu was unwilling. He had finally obtained his life.
Is he really saying goodbye to this world like this?
Zhou Fu slowly closed his eyes, preparing to die, with no hope left in his heart.
Why was he thinking of his master before his death?
This was the only thing he couldn't understand.
Zhang Ming's raised fist slammed down heavily. At that critical moment,
A figure appeared between them in a flash, grabbing the descending fist.
Zhang Ming grinned, "Finally decided to make a move?"
The figure looked at Zhou Fu on the ground, his face filled with heartache, then turned to Zhang Ming with murderous intent, his voice icy, "Scum, how dare you lay hands on my disciple!"
A smile appeared on Zhang Ming's face, but he dared not be careless. He said, "As expected, there are experts. If not for your emotional fluctuation just now, I might not have noticed."
"Get lost!"
The figure roared, and the hand gripping Zhang Ming suddenly exerted force, flinging him away.
Zhang Ming's face was filled with shock, but by the time he reacted, he had already been sent flying.
Zhou Fu looked at the newcomer. When he clearly saw who it was, his face was filled with disbelief. After a long pause, he slowly said, "Master!"
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu on the ground, a smile on his face. "You finally decided to see your master."
"I..." Zhou Fu suddenly wanted to say something, but then he hesitated.
Yu Daohen did not wait for Zhou Fu's reply. He walked forward, "Let me deal with this scum, and then we can talk."
Zhou Fu remained silent, merely nodding slightly.
Yu Daohen suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back to Zhou Fu. "Right, don't you dare run away secretly."
Zhou Fu didn't want to agree, but his head instinctively nodded.
Yu Daohen nodded with satisfaction and looked at Zhang Ming, who had stabilized himself, grinning. "Come on, my disciple couldn't beat you, so his master is here to get even for him."
Zhang Ming looked at Yu Daohen, his previous arrogance completely gone. His eyes watched him with seriousness. "I've seen you before!"
Yu Daohen chuckled lightly. "Many people know me, but not many in the Divine Religion do. I don't recall ever seeing you."
Zhang Ming sneered, his voice laced with killing intent. "Of course, you wouldn't have noticed me."
Hearing this, Yu Daohen recalled the times he had interacted with the Divine Religion, but he couldn't remember who this person was.
Seeing that Yu Daohen still couldn't recall his identity, Zhang Ming confessed, "I was right beside the Cult Master at the time, but your entire attention was on the Cult Master, so you wouldn't have noticed me."
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohen smiled faintly and mocked, "So, you're just a passerby."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Ming's killing intent reached its peak.
Yu Daohen disdainfully drew the Kanglong rod from his waist and grinned, "Are you getting serious now?"
The two instantly charged at each other, their weapons clashing.
They both attacked without much defense.
After several exchanges, they retreated simultaneously. Yu Daohen stabilized himself, his cheek cut and bleeding, his clothes tattered, but he wasn't seriously injured, only his skin was broken and bleeding.
As for the other side.
Although Zhang Ming was not bleeding, his left cheek was red and swollen, and his body was covered in bruises. His ruddy complexion had turned pale.
Yu Daohen had sustained minor injuries, but Zhang Ming was not internally injured; he was severely wounded.
Even so, Zhang Ming still wore an excited smile. "This is what it feels like. It's been a long time since anyone made me feel fear."
Yu Daohen's face was also filled with excitement, a smile curving his lips into his signature sinister grin. "Is that so? Then I'll make you feel more fear, perhaps the fear of being close to death."
Ever since the incident involving his disciples, a heavy stone had been pressing down on Yu Daohen's heart, leaving him no room for relaxation.
Today was a perfect opportunity for a thrilling battle.
Today, he would let this scum know if his master was made of iron.
He bullied his disciple, he must die!
As their eyes met, they both knew what the other intended.
Zhang Ming made the first move, forming a hand seal. The shadow beneath his feet expanded several times, attacking Yu Daohen like a demon.
Yu Daohen grinned, showing no fear. He stomped on the ground and charged towards Zhang Ming, disdain in his heart.
Fighting with spells!?
The reason he could thrive in the martial world was his unparalleled mastery of spells.
The shadow on the ground suddenly materialized, wielding a giant axe and cleaving towards Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen stopped, his finger tracing the Kanglong rod, igniting it with flames as he slashed at the black shadow.
The flaming sword energy hit the shadow and instantly vanished.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen frowned. This shadow was rather peculiar.
The shadow swung the giant axe again.
Yu Daohen knew the principle of "capturing the leader to capture the bandits." He easily dodged the shadow's attack and charged towards Zhang Ming.
When he was about ten meters away from Zhang Ming, he suddenly leaped.
The moment Yu Daohen leaped high into the air, several spikes suddenly grew from beneath his feet.
Zhang Ming was slightly surprised at this.
Since he had dodged.
Yu Daohen, in mid-air, looked at the spikes beneath his feet and Zhang Ming. He then formed a hand seal, sucked in a breath of air, and spewed out a stream of flames.
Seeing this, Zhang Ming quickly retracted the giant black shadow and the spikes. Then, he condensed his palm and uttered, "Form!"
A sphere of even purer darkness enveloped him.