Qin Muyu, standing by, didn't know how to comfort him. He could only place a hand on his shoulder and say softly, "We're here. You go collect your disciple's body."
"Mm."
Yu Daohang nodded, his eyes filled with killing intent.
At this moment, all he wanted was for Shen Fengqing to pay blood for blood!
Arriving outside the school, Yu Daohang strode towards the fields.
The image of Zhou Fu, that young lad, was vivid in his mind.
Perhaps he shouldn't have asked him to guard this place.
If not... he wouldn't have to die!
He had only two disciples in his life. One's whereabouts were unknown, and Zhou Fu had died on the battlefield.
Many people had experienced the same fate as Yu Daohang. Before the three hellish entrances,
countless disciples had fallen fighting, one after another.
They might have been someone's master, or perhaps someone's disciple.
Reaching the fields and seeing the traces of battle and blood on the ground, Yu Daohang's expression grew grave.
Why was Zhou Fu's body missing?
Given Shen Fengqing's personality and methods, he would definitely have left Zhou Fu's body behind to provoke him.
If the Divine Phoenix Sect didn't take Zhou Fu's body, it certainly wasn't the evil spirits.
But who could it be?
All ordinary people within a hundred-mile radius had already been evacuated.
Who exactly had been here?
Yu Daohang immediately scanned his surroundings, only to find no one.
Yes, after so much time, people should have already left.
Perhaps this wasn't a bad thing. At least someone had taken Zhou Fu away.
Zhou Fu still had a glimmer of hope for survival.
Yu Daohang looked up into the distance, a wry smile on his face.
Those destined to meet will meet.
May this lad be safe and sound!
Next, they just had to wait for the hellish entrance to be sealed again.
Once the hellish entrance was opened and then sealed, it would take at least a hundred years for the seal to loosen and allow it to be opened again.
Returning to the school, he saw that people from the Underworld had arrived and were beginning to set up the sealing formation.
Yu Daohang wasn't particularly fond of the people from the Underworld.
These fellows hadn't been very enthusiastic when the hellish entrance opened, but they were quick to arrive when it came to sealing it.
However, this was for the best.
Once the entrance was sealed again, for at least a century, the second-tier evil spirits would have no hope of wreaking havoc in the human world again.
Of course, they could also fight their way through the Underworld and emerge directly from the Ghost Gate.
But that was likely unrealistic, as the Ghost Gate of the Underworld had someone of great power guarding it.
The battle here had ended. Now, they had to see if the other three hellish entrances could hold.
A week later.
In a certain alley, a disciple of the Blazing Fire Sect, wielding a short blade, was chasing a figure ahead.
Ahead, a man around forty years old, covered in wounds, was running forward, cursing, "Damn it, this is like a persistent plaster!"
A week had passed since the hellish entrance was opened.
During this week, countless disciples from various sects had been killed or injured. However, it was fortunate that the three hellish entrances had withstood the onslaught of the evil spirits.
What followed was a war of attrition, seeing who would break first.
Although the front lines held, changes occurred in the rear.
Because the Supernatural Affairs Bureau had deployed all their manpower to the front lines, the "scum" in the rear began to act maliciously.
After all, the Supernatural Affairs Bureau was short-handed, and so were the three major sects.
No one could do anything about them.
The Blazing Fire Sect's original task was to maintain order, but after a week, there had been no incidents from any sect.
Therefore, the task of maintaining order was shifted to eliminating these scoundrels of the martial world.
"You won't escape!"
The disciple shouted lowly, then pulled out a talisman and shot it out.
*Swish!*
The man reacted swiftly, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
Smoke filled the alley. The disciple was clearly a novice, raising his short blade and adopting a defensive stance.
*Swish!*
A figure flashed by. The disciple struck with his sword, but it missed.
Although the disciple lacked experience, his reaction was not slow. He immediately thrust his sword again.
*Thwack~*
Seeing that he had struck, the disciple showed joy.
But as the smoke cleared, he saw the man's hand gripping the thrusting short blade, staring at the disciple with a sinister grin.
The disciple's face showed fear. His other hand instinctively reached for the talismans in his satchel.
But it was too late. The man raised his hand and locked his grip around the disciple's throat, letting out a disdainful snort, "I'm the forty-first ranked expert on the Earthly Ranking, and you dare to risk your life, chasing alone."
The man, named Dong Jianping, was known for his ruthlessness, despite only ranking forty-first on the Earthly Ranking.
If it weren't for the fact that there were too many pursuers earlier, he would have already killed this brat.
But this brat was also quite audacious to chase after him alone.
The disciple, with his throat constricted, couldn't move at all. He knew he was doomed today.
Damn it.
He should have listened to his senior brothers and not been careless when dealing with these seasoned veterans.
"On your way."
As soon as Dong Jianping finished speaking, he prepared to exert force and snap the disciple's throat.
"Oh, an Earthly Ranking expert?"
"It's truly been a long time since I've met such a weak opponent!"
A voice suddenly rang out from the side.
"What!"
Dong Jianping's face was filled with terror.
When did this person get so close?
He hadn't sensed him at all!
With such terrifying strength, could it be a Heavenly Ranking expert?
Dong Jianping, a veteran of the martial world, released the disciple and, in turn, grabbed at the figure who had suddenly closed in.
Yu Daohang chuckled softly, merely extending two fingers to capture Dong Jianping's attempted throat-grabbing strike, and said listlessly, "When I was an Earthly Ranking expert, I wasn't this weak~"
Upon clearly seeing that the newcomer was Yu Daohang, the foremost expert in the human world, Dong Jianping's face was filled with dread. "Yu... Yu Daohang!"
The disciple was also overwhelmed with surprise and excitement. "Sect Master!"
Yu Daohang looked at the disciple with annoyance, speechless. "Just as this scoundrel said, you're truly audacious. Even if he's weak, he still carries the title of an Earthly Ranking expert, and you dared to chase him alone."
"Also, your first reaction upon seeing him use smoke should have been to flee. You..."
Seeing Yu Daohang lecturing him as if he didn't matter at all,
Dong Jianping's face was filled with anger. He roared, "Even if you're a Black Ranking expert, aren't you being too arrogant!"
Yu Daohang looked at Dong Jianping with disdain and asked, "And then, what are you trying to say?"
"Damn it!"
Dong Jianping roared, trying to retract his hand that was being held, but found he couldn't break free at all.
The situation became extremely awkward.
"This... should I let go or not!"
Yu Daohang found it somewhat amusing and then released the two fingers holding Dong Jianping's hand.
Seeing Yu Daohang release him, Dong Jianping instantly clenched his fist and struck.
Yu Daohang chuckled softly, shaking his head disdainfully, and then struck out with a palm, his move preceding Dong Jianping's.
*Swish!*
The palm reached Dong Jianping's face in an instant, followed by a crisp sound.
*Slap!*
Dong Jianping was sent flying backward like a cannonball.