"Arrogant!"
Zhang Ming stared at Yu Daohan and suddenly roared, "Drink!"
The black shadow beneath his feet suddenly enveloped him.
Zhang Ming's body emitted waves of red blood qi.
Seeing this, Yu Daohan did not dare to be careless, ready to use the Water Kan Mirror to defend at any moment.
Judging by the blood qi emanating from his body, it should be life force.
Zhang Ming visibly aged at an alarming rate, and the black blood qi emanating from his body grew increasingly thin.
Behind him, a massive, solid shadow rapidly expanded, reaching over ten meters in height within moments.
Everything around seemed to converge onto that colossal shadow.
Seeing this, Yu Daohan looked at Zhou Fu behind him, "Little Lucky Star, get further away."
Zhou Fu, who was behind him, was stunned for a moment, then nodded and retreated to the side.
With Zhou Fu having moved away, Yu Daohan's eyes narrowed. His left eye condensed, and the Samsara Blood Tears flowed out, forming two short swords.
Yu Daohan grabbed them and brought his hands together.
The two Samsara Blood Tear short swords quickly merged, ultimately condensing into a single long sword over a meter in length.
Yu Daohan was somewhat surprised by this.
He hadn't expected it to actually work!
He had already thought that since the Samsara Blood Tears could form short swords, they could surely be combined into a long sword.
His original plan was to use the Water Kan Mirror to confront it head-on if the condensation failed.
But he never imagined it would succeed on the first try.
Grasping the Samsara Blood Tear long sword in his hand, Yu Daohan felt a surge of confidence. He looked at the black giant shadow behind Zhang Ming, which had stopped growing.
All things can be severed!
If Yu Daohan's skill with the mace was masterful, his swordsmanship was no less, perhaps even more proficient.
After all, Qin Muyu had started teaching him with swordsmanship.
Zhang Ming looked at Yu Daohan, his voice hoarse, "Face my wrath."
Zhang Ming now resembled an old man over a hundred years old, his face devoid of vitality.
"Go!" Zhang Ming roared, swinging his hands. The giant shadow behind him raised a colossal axe and swung it down.
The giant shadow had not yet arrived, but a powerful surge of energy struck Yu Daohan's face, his clothes clinging tightly to his skin from the force.
Yu Daohan's gaze was firm. He slightly raised the hand holding the Samsara Blood Tear long sword. The sword emanated an aura of death.
Yu Daohan lowered his stance, like a race car coiled and ready to spring.
Whoosh!
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Yu Daohan shot towards the attacking black giant shadow.
The black giant shadow swung its massive axe down to meet him.
Simultaneously, Yu Daohan raised the Samsara Blood Tear long sword in his hand and slashed at the descending axe, roaring, "Slash!"
The moment the Samsara Blood Tear long sword collided with the giant axe, a powerful force converged at the center before scattering outwards.
Boom!
Dust billowed up from the ground, and the surrounding trees were cut in half by the force.
Even Zhou Fu, who was further away, was affected by the blast and raised his hand to shield his face.
Zhang Ming, his aged face filled with seriousness, watched Yu Daohan, who was obscured by the dust.
The surrounding trees toppled, scattering birds and beasts.
After a moment, the world seemed to fall silent.
Seeing that everything had returned to calm, Zhou Fu walked over to observe the movement within the dust.
Both held their breath, watching the dust with tense anticipation.
After an unknown period, the dust settled. Yu Daohan stood unyielding, rooted to the spot, a massive crater now beneath his feet.
Yu Daohan gasped for breath, his clothes tattered and bloodied. The Samsara Blood Tear long sword in his hand was broken in two.
Zhang Ming, seeing Yu Daohan still standing, knew he had lost.
The moment he saw the figure in the dust, he knew this would be the outcome, but he was unwilling to accept it.
A look of relief spread across Zhang Ming's face.
The power of that single strike was enough to rival a Black List expert.
Yet, it had been blocked by him.
Zhang Ming seemed to lose the strength to stand. His legs gave way, and he sank to his knees, slowly uttering two words, "I yield!"
He was truly convinced, having been unable to kill Yu Daohan with that attack.
Yu Daohan steadied himself and looked at Zhang Ming kneeling on the ground.
That attack had indeed been fierce.
He felt as if all his bones had been dislocated from enduring it.
Yu Daohan hadn't endured that terrifying blow solely for show; he wanted to know the extent of the gap between himself and a Black List expert.
Withstanding that strike indicated that the gap was not as significant as he had imagined.
Yu Daohan laboriously walked up to Zhang Ming, looking at him with admiration, and said, "You have proven your strength, but unfortunately, it was not enough."
Zhang Ming looked at Yu Daohan, a look of relief gracing his face, "To receive praise from an enemy is enough."
Looking at Zhang Ming before him, Yu Daohan couldn't help but sigh.
This person was quite similar to him in temperament.
He possessed a spirit of not accepting defeat.
Yu Daohan shook his head helplessly and said, "If you weren't part of the Divine Religion, perhaps we could have become friends who sparred; it's a pity..."
Zhang Ming's relieved smile vanished, replaced by a grin, "You saying that makes it hard for me to self-detonate."
"Uh..." Yu Daohan was utterly bewildered.
Zhang Ming suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Fool, you didn't expect I had a trick up my sleeve, heh heh heh..."
"My god!"
Yu Daohan cursed loudly, immediately turned, grabbed the stunned Zhou Fu beside him, and bolted.
Just as they were ten meters away, Zhang Ming behind them suddenly self-detonated.
The energy wave from the explosion swept outwards.
Yu Daohan and Zhou Fu were sent flying, crashing to the ground.
Yu Daohan steadied himself against a broken tree and stood up, muttering, "Damn it, this bastard wanted to take me down with him before he died."
Despite his curses, he secretly admired Zhang Ming.
Wanting to drag his opponent down with him in death was something he could relate to.
Indeed, only a pervert would appreciate another pervert.
Yu Daohan looked at Zhou Fu, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes fixed on him, extended his hand, and smiled.
"Although your master is handsome and dashing, you don't need to stare at me like that, especially since you're a guy."
Zhou Fu was clearly not amused by Yu Daohan's joke. He shook his head and asked, "Master, are you alright?"
Yu Daohan chuckled and patted his chest confidently, "What do you think my strength is? This level of attack is nothing. I'm not bragging, but this level of attack is like a tickle to me."
Seeing Zhou Fu's skeptical look, Yu Daohan added, "What, you don't believe in your master's strength?"
Zhou Fu quickly shook his head, "Not at all. It's just that your thigh is bleeding, Master!"
Yu Daohan froze for a moment and looked down.
He saw that a branch had somehow pierced his thigh. Although it hadn't hit bone, blood was flowing out.