Watching her descendants fall wave after wave, the old witch could no longer restrain herself and shouted, "My brats, retreat!"
Seeing this, Yu Daochen grinned and hacked his way towards the old witch, counting aloud, "Forty-two, forty-three... fifty-one..."
"My brats, run, run!" the old witch yelled and turned to flee.
She had thought it through; dignity was worthless compared to life.
Seeing the old witch trying to escape, Yu Daochen pursued her with consecutive horizontal slashes and overhead chops.
In the deep night forest, a figure scrambled forward on all fours, desperately fleeing. Behind them, another figure, wielding two short swords, chased madly, cursing all the way.
"If you have the guts, don't run! I, the Northeast Chopping King, will chop you into eight pieces."
After chasing for about half an hour, Yu Daochen finally ran out of strength. He sat on the ground, panting, and muttered, "This guy is quite fast at running away."
As soon as he stopped, the old witch ahead had long since vanished without a trace.
Yu Daochen turned to look at the forest behind him, "Alright, come out."
As soon as he spoke, a figure emerged from the trees behind him.
Yu Daochen's heart leaped, and he tightened his grip on the Reincarnation Blood Tear short sword, becoming vigilant.
Damn it, he had only intended to bluff and see.
But he hadn't expected to actually draw out a big fish.
The figure slowly walked out.
Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly in the night, his bald head was exceptionally prominent.
"Bald head?" Yu Daochen said suspiciously.
The figure held a staff, clasped his hands together, and said kindly, "Amitabha, this humble monk is a monk, so naturally, I am bald."
As the figure drew closer, Yu Daochen could finally see what he looked like.
Yu Daochen scrutinized him for a few moments, unable to gauge his depth, and asked, "May I ask which temple this master belongs to?"
He truly couldn't recall any such figure in the martial world.
The monk smiled benevolently and said kindly, "This humble monk is from the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, and my dharma name is Nitian."
Was there such a figure in the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple?
Yu Daochen sheathed the Reincarnation Blood Tear short sword in his hand, unable to recall this monk from the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.
How to put it.
If you say he's awesome, he is indeed somewhat awesome, with the dharma name Nitian.
If you say he's ordinary, he's indeed too ordinary, even more ordinary than an ordinary person.
This was completely different from that Forgetful Ming Evil Monk.
"So it's Master Nitian. Junior is disrespectful!" Yu Daochen cupped his hands.
As the saying goes, the most ordinary are often the most formidable.
It was possible this fellow was an unfettered master.
Nitian the monk shook his head slightly and said, "Benefactor Yu is too kind. I have heard of your great name long ago."
Seeing that pleasantries were exchanged, Yu Daochen got straight to the point.
"I presume the purpose of sending us here wasn't to verify if the entrance to hell is real, but to lure out the people from the Divine Religion, right?"
Yu Daochen had always been puzzled. How could such an important matter be entrusted to them, mere juniors?
Moreover, those sent were the elites of the younger generation from various sects.
The only explanation was that the entrance to hell was merely a facade.
The true objective was to lure out the people from the Divine Religion and capture them all in one fell swoop.
He suspected that the Bagua Compass was also fake.
Nitian the monk had no intention of concealing it further and revealed everything, "Benefactor Yu is indeed intelligent and perceptive. Our purpose this time is indeed to lure out the people from the Divine Religion and capture them all in one fell swoop."
Yu Daochen spread his hands and said, "It seems your plan has been seen through. The Divine Religion doesn't seem to have fallen for it."
Nitian the monk shook his head and smiled, "No, they will definitely come, and they are already here."
As soon as Nitian the monk said this, Yu Daochen looked around vigilantly, his expression changing drastically.
He hadn't detected anyone following them.
Could it be that a Black List expert had arrived?
"Master has great skill. I never expected you to be so well hidden yet still be discovered," a woman's voice emerged from the nearby forest.
Yu Daochen looked over vigilantly and saw a voluptuous woman stride out.
Yu Daochen took a closer look and inwardly cried, "Not good."
The person who had arrived was none other than the Right Emissary of the Divine Religion, Huang Yueji.
"Damn it, those ordinary people in the Mountain God Temple!" Yu Daochen's expression changed drastically.
If Huang Yueji had already arrived, those ordinary people in the Mountain God Temple were likely in grave danger.
And what about his Heaven-Soaring Mace!
Nitian the monk looked at Yu Daochen beside him and said with a hint of admiration, "I didn't expect Benefactor Yu to have a chivalrous heart."
Yu Daochen shook his head, "That's not it. I'm just worried they'll take my Heaven-Soaring Mace."
"This..."
Nitian the monk was instantly speechless. The admiration in his eyes vanished. After a moment, he slowly said, "Benefactor Yu, rest assured, we already have people guarding there."
Yu Daochen nodded, surprised that this old bald donkey had arranged everything.
Huang Yueji looked at Nitian the monk and said seductively, "Being able to sense my presence is not something ordinary people can do. How come I've never heard of you in the martial world?"
Nitian the monk remained neither pleased nor displeased, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is just an ordinary monk."
Yu Daochen leaned closer to Nitian the monk and whispered, "Why don't we just escape? Even the Forgetful Bliss Immortal Aunt couldn't defeat her, and the two of us are no match. ".oγg"
Even the Black List's Forgetful Bliss Immortal Aunt couldn't defeat this Huang Yueji, so with just the two of them, they stood no chance.
It was no different from giving away experience points.
Nitian the monk wore a benevolent smile, "Benefactor Yu, rest assured, with this humble monk here, nothing will happen."
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes speechlessly. Did he think that just because his dharma name was Nitian, he was truly invincible?
Huang Yueji didn't want to waste any more words. She extended her hand and said, "Hand over the compass, and I can spare both of you."
Yu Daochen looked confused, "Isn't this compass fake?"
Nitian the monk beside him shook his head, "Amitabha, this humble monk never said the compass was fake."
Yu Daochen felt the compass in his pocket and cursed inwardly.
So, all along, he had been carrying the real deal.
Just then, three gusts of cold wind blew.
Behind Huang Yueji, three figures suddenly appeared.
Yu Daochen took a careful look and his face immediately turned bitter, as if he had eaten three mouthfuls of feces.
Damn it, three Ghost Kings!
It's over, it's over, he was going to lose his life here today.
Three Ghost Kings plus Huang Yueji, who had Black List strength.
Even Haotian Fist might not be able to defeat them.
One of the Ghost Kings whispered into Huang Yueji's ear, "There's a bald monk guarding the Mountain God Temple. That monk's strength is not weak, and we couldn't capture those ordinary people."
Huang Yueji nodded indifferently, "No matter. Our original objective was this compass."
As soon as Huang Yueji finished speaking, she looked at Yu Daochen, who had a bitter expression on his face.
Seeing Huang Yueji looking at him, Yu Daochen's face grew even more grim.
Don't just look at me, your opponent is the old bald donkey next to me.