The moment the purple gas collided with the flames, the flames directly engulfed the purple gas and surged towards Luo Jiangwen.
Luo Jiangwen quickly retreated to dodge, and Yu Daohen seized the opportunity to press his attack, gripping the Kanglong Jian and slashing at Luo Jiangwen.
Luo Jiangwen raised his dagger to block, and the Kanglong Jian struck the dagger with a crisp clang.
Luo Jiangwen was sent flying back two meters, his expression turning grim.
Yu Daohen rejoiced inwardly. Luo Jiangwen was not strong in terms of raw power. He was known as one of the Three Evils because his soul sorcery was insidious and hard to guard against. However, his Exorcism Stone could counter all soul sorcery, and today Luo Jiangwen was doomed.
Yu Daohen swung the Kanglong Jian and slashed at Luo Jiangwen once more.
Luo Jiangwen inhaled sharply, lowered his head, and spat a puff of air onto the ground.
The purple gas rapidly dispersed around them. Yu Daohen snorted lightly, thinking Luo Jiangwen was trying to block his attack with a mere puff of air.
"Young Master Yu, is there really no room for negotiation on this matter?"
From within the puff of air, Luo Jiangwen's voice emerged from one direction.
Yu Daohen carefully discerned the direction of the voice: "There is room for negotiation."
"Does Young Master Yu truly mean it?" Luo Jiangwen chuckled from within the puff of air.
Yu Daohen looked towards a certain direction, a smile playing on his lips. "Got you!"
"I'm your great-grand-uncle's truth."
As soon as Yu Daohen finished speaking, he traced his finger across the Kanglong Jian, and a ball of flame enveloped the weapon.
Yu Daohen gripped the Kanglong Jian and smashed it directly in one direction.
The Kanglong Jian sliced through the air. Yu Daohen's expression changed: "Damn it, I've been tricked."
Before Yu Daohen could finish speaking, green gas erupted from beneath his feet.
Yu Daohen's face contorted in shock. Without hesitation, he spun around and brought the Kanglong Jian down in a slash.
The flames on the Kanglong Jian transformed into a wave of energy that struck in one direction.
A muffled groan was heard. The purple gas dissipated, revealing Luo Jiangwen clutching his left shoulder, his face contorted in pain.
On Luo Jiangwen's left shoulder, a wound resembling a burn mark from a flame was bleeding profusely.
"Young Master Yu's reaction is quite fast," Luo Jiangwen gritted out, glaring fiercely at Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen looked at Luo Jiangwen with a grave expression, his hand tightening around the Kanglong Jian, preparing to attack again.
Seeing that Yu Daohen was not affected by his Soul Suppression Formation, Luo Jiangwen snorted and spat another puff of air onto the ground.
"You win this time, Young Master Yu."
As the puff of air dissipated, Luo Jiangwen had vanished from his spot.
Yu Daohen let out a sigh of relief. His eyelids were heavy and began to close, but he forced himself to look forward.
"That fellow Luo Jiangwen is extremely cunning. He might be watching me from somewhere right now."
After a few seconds, Yu Daohen finally relaxed, sheathed the Kanglong Jian, and turned to leave. Suddenly, his head spun, and he collapsed to the ground, his soul drifting out.
Yu Daohen looked at his physical body. Luo Jiangwen's earlier green gas had been so potent that even the Exorcism Stone couldn't block it.
Yu Daohen's soul drifted back towards his body but was repelled by a barrier.
Yu Daohen's face paled in alarm. Luo Jiangwen's move had this additional effect. If Luo Jiangwen were to double back now, he would be truly finished.
Yu Daohen tried repeatedly, but no matter how he attempted, his soul could not return to his body. Each time the Exorcism Stone emitted its dark glow, it was dispersed by a stream of green gas.
Yu Daohen's heart tightened. If he didn't return to his body by nightfall, he would surely die. In his soul state, he couldn't use any sorcery.
Time passed quickly. By the time the sun set and the sky darkened, the dark glow of the Exorcism Stone finally managed to disperse the green gas.
Yu Daohen hurried back into his body, glanced at the rapidly darkening sky, and sprinted towards Elder Tai's house.
Before he had run halfway, the surrounding houses began to light up. Yu Daohen's face turned extremely grim. Without the item, his body's yang energy couldn't be concealed.
People started opening their doors and coming out.
"Isn't that Wang Pozi's grandson? You're up so early."
A voice called out from behind. Yu Daohen looked back and saw that it was Old Man Zhang.
Yu Daohen didn't stop, continuing to run towards Elder Tai's house. Old Man Zhang behind him sniffed the air, a greedy look on his face. "Little Yu, you smell so good."
As Old Man Zhang spoke, the surrounding pedestrians sniffed the air, their gazes fixed greedily on Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen looked at the surrounding pedestrians with a grim expression, his hand instinctively gripping the Kanglong Jian.
More and more pedestrians gathered, surrounding Yu Daohen. However, fearing the Kanglong Jian at his waist, none dared to approach.
Suddenly, a boy about seven years old, unable to resist the temptation, rushed towards Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen didn't hesitate. He drew the Kanglong Jian and swung it. The little ghost was sent flying, white smoke beginning to emanate from its body.
Following the lead of this little ghost, the other ghosts also began to charge at Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen swung the Kanglong Jian in a horizontal sweep, sending the charging ghosts flying backward, white smoke rising from their bodies.
The little ghost that had been sent flying earlier rushed towards Yu Daohen again.
Yu Daohen stared in surprise at the charging little ghost. With the blow he had just delivered, this little ghost should have been at least half-crippled, if not dead. How could its ghostly energy be undiminished?
Yu Daohen swung the Kanglong Jian again. The charging little ghost was sent flying backward once more. Looking at the other ghosts he had knocked away, he saw a surge of Yin energy continuously flowing into them.
Suddenly, a ghost attacked Yu Daohen from behind.
Yu Daohen condensed a stream of golden gas in his left hand and slapped it backward.
*Bang.*
The ghost that took Yu Daohen's palm strike was sent flying back several meters, white smoke dissipating from its body. Just as it was about to be completely annihilated, Yin energy surged from the ground and entered its body.
Yu Daohen looked at the scene before him in disbelief. A minor ghost like this, after taking a hit from his Heavenly Qian Palm, should have been dead without a doubt. Yet, this little ghost had not been annihilated.