Wang Butcher looked in horror at Lao Liu, who was full of smugness. "You planned to scheme against them from the start?"

"Of course!" Lao Liu sneered, "Anyone who dares to provoke Liangjie Tang will not end well. They should be grateful that we're keeping their true spirits intact."

Lao Liu deliberately tapped his fan twice. "Li Xue, I advise you not to provoke me, or I'll discipline you, you vicious dog. Look how well-behaved these two are."

Li Xue really didn't dare to speak, but the coldness in Lao Liu's eyes didn't diminish at all.

In his words: dogs must be trained, donkeys must be whipped. If they're not trained, they won't listen; if they're not whipped, they won't work. After that, he began months of relentless whipping of the three ghost gods.

The remnant souls of the three ghost gods were still drifting towards Lao Liu's fan, and Wang Butcher was already anxious. "Lao Liu, let's go back and help Li Po. The ghost gods on their side are not easy to deal with!"

Lao Liu shook his head. "Not going back is how we help the master."

Lao Liu stood up and said, "Once Mo Family Village is in chaos, Cang Yu Sect will inevitably rush thousands of miles to Mo Family Village. The two of us have to block Cang Yu Sect."

Wang Butcher said in a deep voice, "Do we need to call for help?"

When Wang Butcher said call for help, she didn't mean calling Liangjie Tang; she didn't want to cause any sacrifices for Liangjie Tang.

"No need!" Lao Liu said calmly, "The two of us are enough. We're not annihilating the enemy, just holding them back. However, when we run away, you have to take me with you. I can't run fast."

Wang Butcher squinted at Lao Liu and spat. "You old codger, always messing things up!"

Lao Liu laughed loudly and turned around. Suddenly, a loud noise came from the mountain. Mo Family Village collapsed in an instant, like dominoes blown over by the north wind. The earth shook and mountains trembled, and billowing dust rose into the sky.

Wang Butcher couldn't help but gasp. "The ghost god has emerged."

Indeed, the ghost god had emerged!

Under Ye Yang's repeated stimulation, the ghost god Zhi Nan broke through the Xinghe Suo (Star River Lock) and stood between heaven and earth.

I thought Zhi Nan would be dressed as a scholar to match Gu Bei's bookish air. But I didn't expect Zhi Nan to be a swordsman.

"The Realm of No Sword!" Ye Yang's sword intent suddenly erupted, confronting Zhi Nan in the distance from afar.

Ye Yang's sword intent, when held back, was like a storm about to break, the oppression of the approaching storm enough to suffocate people. Once unleashed, the continuous sword momentum was like the Yangtze River pouring down, never stopping until the enemy was cut down.

Zhi Nan's sword intent was indeed as calm as water, giving people the feeling of a deep pool without ripples, unfathomable, capable of trapping thousands of troops. Bottomless, capable of accommodating torrents.

Zhi Nan's sword intent could restrain Ye Yang!

I turned sharply, forced my way between the two, and with my twin blades swirling with wind and snow, I slashed at Zhi Nan in the air: "A Night of Wind and Snow, Ghost Gods Tremble."

The black and white blades fell like a blizzard, and Zhi Nan merely put two fingers together and pointed in the air, and thousands of sword qi burst through the air.

I and Zhi Nan each unleashed a move, and hundreds of thousands of blades and sword shadows collided in a radius of several meters. Every inch of air seemed to be exploded by true qi and divine power, rolling outwards with strange sounds.

This move seemed to be evenly matched, but in reality, I had the disadvantage—Zhi Nan didn't move at all, but I was pushed back several meters by his sword qi.

Zhi Nan had been sealed for many years, and even if he had accumulated some power in the forbidden area and restored his strength to its original state, breaking the seal this time would have consumed most of his power. Yet, he could still easily repel me. The power of Zhi Nan at his peak was evident.

I can't kill him this time. In the future, I will inevitably be hunted down by him!

I can't give him that chance.

"Setting Sun, Blood-stained City!" The stances of my twin blades changed, and the light of day and night became blood-red at the same time. The bloody light illuminated ten meters around, and the continuous blade shadows resembled a waterfall slashing down.

The blade light was like blood, the blade momentum was connected, and the killing intent on the blade startled ghosts and gods.

A bloody blade was a city-slaughtering blade.

When my master taught me this set of bladesmanship, he told me that I couldn't use it until I reached the Transcendent Realm. I couldn't activate the blade momentum, and I couldn't withstand the backlash of the killing intent in the bladesmanship.

This is a killing move that can slaughter sects and cities!

I asked my master what this set of bladesmanship was called.

My master said it had no name. If he had to give it a name, he would call it "The Past."

The past written in blood.

After that, I never asked about the origin of this set of bladesmanship again, nor did I give it a name.

My master said "The Past," probably because the bladesmanship hid his past stories.

I don't know why, but when I unleashed that bloody blade light, the blood in my body seemed to boil instantly. It was as if I was walking on a battlefield, treading through blood, not knowing what life or death would bring, nor thinking about where the result would be. I only wanted to cut down the enemy with one blade, and then rush towards a certain goal through the opponent's blood.

At that moment, I clearly saw Zhi Nan's eyes widen. As a ghost god, he was also shocked by the killing intent on my blade, and he took extra caution when making his move.

This time, Zhi Nan had already changed his finger into a palm and slashed towards me diagonally. The sword qi on his palm was like a white ribbon in the air, like the aurora moving from the horizon, facing the falling blood with a chilling aura.