Wang Fubao, with quick eyes and hands, suddenly uttered a word in a low voice: "Return!"
The white smoke was instantly inhaled back into Wang Fubao's body.
Wang Fubao, full of confusion, asked, "Immortal, why do you not accept this matter?"
Wang Fubao's face was grim, and he muttered to himself, "Little brat, those three people opposite are not something a minor immortal like me can handle. My life is more important, so I'll slip away first."
"Wait a moment...."
Before Wang Fubao could finish speaking, the white smoke rapidly floated away.
Yu Daochen was utterly bewildered, "Old Wang, what kind of unorthodox immortal did you find? Just like that, they leave."
Wang Fubao shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Alas, there's nothing we can do. This is just how the Chuma Immortals are."
Huang Yueji on the opposite side laughed charmingly, mocking, "Is this the Northeast Immortal? To be scared away."
Wang Fubao, unwilling to be outdone, cursed loudly, "Damn it, if you have the guts, wait! I'll invite Master Hu Si to deal with you."
"Master Hu Si?"
Huang Yueji sneered, "Can you even invite him? As far as I know, all the reputable Immortals in the Northeast cannot leave the Northeast. Show me one if you can."
Wang Fubao's sore spot was hit, and his face turned grim.
Huang Yueji was right. The reputable Immortals in the Northeast were forbidden to leave the three northeastern provinces. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been allowed to be so arrogant until now.
"Do we have to retreat?"
Yu Daochen was somewhat unwilling. He knew that if they fought, they would definitely be able to reclaim the compass.
"Alright, let's finish them."
Shen Fengqing narrowed his eyes, having already picked up the Minghong Saber, ready to take their heads.
Yu Daochen gripped the Kanglong Mace in his hand and asked, "Everyone, retreat or fight? Give me a clear answer."
In this situation, all four understood that victory was no longer possible, but no one was willing to give up.
"Master Yu, is ten minutes enough?"
Shi Bingzhi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Yu Daochen turned to look at Shi Bingzhi and asked seriously, "Can you last ten minutes?"
Shi Bingzhi gripped the two butcher knives in his hand and said earnestly, "I'll try my best to stall, giving you at least ten minutes."
"Enough!"
Yu Daochen responded immediately.
With ten minutes, although he couldn't kill Shen Fengqing, reclaiming the compass would not be a problem.
"Good."
Shi Bingzhi replied and then looked at Wang Ming and the others, "Li Tiandao is yours to handle. I'll hold off Huang Yueji!"
Wang Ming asked worriedly, "Can you do it?"
"If I can't, I have to!"
As soon as Shi Bingzhi finished speaking, he swung his knives and charged at Huang Yueji.
"Li Tiandao is yours to handle, I'll go reclaim the compass."
Yu Daochen followed closely, rushing towards Shen Fengqing.
Wang Ming and the others also moved forward to engage Li Tiandao.
The great battle was about to erupt.
Behind an inconspicuous stone in the distance, Fen Yue leaned weakly against it, muttering with difficulty, "Hey, if you're going to escape, don't leave me behind."
In fact, Fen Yue had been trying to shout with all his might, but he had no strength, and coupled with the tense moment.
No one paid him any attention.
At this moment, he was like a stone, completely unnoticed.
Even when Huang Yueji walked past, she didn't even glance at him.
Shi Bingzhi was the first to confront Huang Yueji, wielding his two butcher knives with great momentum, but Huang Yueji blocked them with ease.
Even so, Shi Bingzhi did not stop his assault, channeling all the cleavers on his body towards Huang Yueji.
Seeing this, Huang Yueji swung her whip to block, but the flying cleavers seemed to have a navigation system and returned to strike at Huang Yueji.
For a moment, she was actually suppressed by Shi Bingzhi.
Turning to Li Tiandao's side, Wang Ming and Wang Fubao were already strong, and with Liang Jing's magical support.
They were also locked in a fierce battle with Li Tiandao for a short time.
Finally, there was Yu Daochen's side.
The two sides had already engaged in a fierce fight. Yu Daochen continuously attacked with his mace, while Shen Fengqing kept retreating.
Time ticked by, and Yu Daochen, eager to seize the compass, could not break through the defenses.
Meanwhile, Wang Ming and the others, as well as Shi Bingzhi, were at a disadvantage.
Shi Bingzhi's clothes were already tattered, his flesh was torn, and blood stained his entire body.
As for Wang Ming and the others, although not as severely injured as Shi Bingzhi, they already had several wounds.
Shi Bingzhi roared with effort, "Master Yu, hurry! I can't hold on!"
Huang Yueji seized the opportunity, swung her whip, and directly wrapped it around Shi Bingzhi's neck.
"Fighting me and still having time to think about other things? Die!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Huang Yueji exerted force, intending to snap Shi Bingzhi's neck.
Shi Bingzhi's face instantly turned red, and he immediately controlled his flying knives to stab at Huang Yueji.
Seeing this, Huang Yueji could only retract her whip and look for another opportunity.
"These flying knives are so troublesome."
Huang Yueji's delicate eyebrows furrowed as she watched dozens of flying knives aimed at her in the air.
Several times she had almost had a chance to finish this kid, but each time these flying knives intercepted her.
Did the赊刀人 (She Dao Ren -赊刀人) have such a trick?
Shi Bingzhi knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, but he did not forget to control the flying knives to shoot at Huang Yueji. His eyes showed not fear of death, but heartache.
This move, Gong De Yu Qi Zhi Shu (功德御器之术 - Technique of Controlling Artifacts with Merit), consumed not Qi, but merit!
Those who cultivate the Dao have the concept of merit. While other sects might not value it, the She Dao Ren valued this merit the most.
The She Dao Ren roam the mortal world cultivating the word "merit." The more cleavers they give away, the more merit they accumulate, and the stronger they become.
Other sects must train diligently to become stronger, while the She Dao Ren become stronger by accumulating merit.
The more merit accumulated, the stronger they become, with no upper limit.
When merit reaches a terrifying level, their strength can even rival that of gods.
Of course, this is前提 (premise) that merit must be accumulated to an unimaginable degree.
Learning that Shi Bingzhi was about to collapse, Yu Daochen's offensive became even sharper, wielding the Kanglong Mace with great power.
Shen Fengqing's expression was slightly grim, and he kept retreating, but he was not overly panicked.
As long as Huang Yueji could be held back to deal with Shi Bingzhi, victory would ultimately belong to them.
Yu Daochen also understood this. He parried the attacking Minghong Saber with his Kanglong Mace, then condensed the Di Kun Hand with his other hand and slashed upwards with a hand knife.
Shen Fengqing, with quick hands and eyes, although unable to block with his saber, dodged the upward slashing hand knife by tilting his head back.
But Yu Daochen's next move was beyond his expectation.
The hand knife, which Yu Daochen had raised halfway, suddenly stopped at Shen Fengqing's chest, and then transformed into a claw, reaching for his chest.
"Not good!"
Shen Fengqing realized something was wrong, and understood Yu Daochen's true intention. He reacted immediately, retracting his saber and slashing at Yu Daochen's arm.
Yu Daochen's hand, which had reached inside his clothes, touched a compass. Although he was puzzled why there was only one, he grabbed it firmly and withdrew his hand.
Shen Fengqing's Minghong Saber had already been swung, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
This saber strike would surely sever one of your arms!