The four stopped not far from Yu Daohen.
Old Man Zuo revealed a sinister smile, "We meet again."
Yu Daohen's expression was grim, but he retorted, "Honestly, I really don't want to see your face."
"Enough nonsense, kill him directly!" Old Man You mobilized the qi in his palm, ready to strike.
"Alas, you're really forcing me to wipe you all out."
Yu Daohen put away his Kang Long Mace. His left eye narrowed, and the Samsara Blood Tears condensed into two long swords.
Gripping the two blood tear long swords, he instantly charged.
The most crucial thing in a fight is to not lose momentum.
You can lose to someone, you can lose money, or you can be outmatched.
But you must never lose your spirit.
This is paramount; fearing defeat before the battle even begins is a major taboo in warfare.
Seeing that Yu Daohen not only didn't flee but attacked first, the four were dumbfounded.
The Left and Right Elders were ready to control the situation to prevent this brat from escaping.
Based on their understanding of Yu Daohen.
This brat would always spout fierce words, feign an attack, and then bolt.
This had always been his modus operandi.
But today was different.
Yu Daohen knew that when outnumbered, one shouldn't aim to kill, but rather focus on both offense and defense.
He first swung a sword at Old Man Zuo, then the other sword at Old Man You.
The Left and Right Elders expected this brat to flee, but they didn't anticipate him daring to attack directly. They retreated, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.
In terms of strength, among the four present, Yu Daohen believed only the Left and Right Elders could contend with him.
As for Li Tiandao and Shen Fengqing... hehe, these two were no longer his match.
However, they were still Black List experts, and killing them wouldn't be easy.
Huang Yueji swung her long whip, lashing it out quickly.
Yu Daohen dodged easily, the whip whistling through the air with a sharp crack.
Li Tiandao seized the opportunity, thrusting his long sword forward.
Swish!
The sword aimed straight for his forehead. Yu Daohen took a step back, parried with his sword, and then quickly swung his other hand.
Li Tiandao also knew Yu Daohen's prowess. Seeing his attack fail, he instinctively retreated.
A dark shadow shot across the ground towards Li Tiandao's feet.
"What is this!?"
Yu Daohen dared not be careless. He quickly dodged backward, trying to create distance.
But the shadow was too fast, and coupled with Huang Yueji's whip.
Yu Daohen was forced to parry the incoming whip, but his footwork slowed.
As the shadow attached itself to his feet, Yu Daohen felt his legs become immobile.
"Not good!"
Yu Daohen cursed inwardly. At the same time, the four attacked in unison.
Yu Daohen intended to swing his swords, but Huang Yueji's whip lashed out, entangling the blood tear long sword he raised.
Li Tiandao wasted no time, thrusting his sword fiercely towards Yu Daohen's heart.
Yu Daohen was forced to raise the blood tear long sword in his other hand to block the fatal blow.
Having blocked the attacks of two, the assaults from the Left and Right Elders were unavoidable.
They had already reached Yu Daohen. Old Man Zuo gathered qi in his palm and roared, "Soul Severing Palm!"
Old Man You clenched his fist and struck, "Dark Burn Fist!"
Bang!
A punch and a palm strike landed squarely on his chest. Yu Daohen's expression changed drastically, and he was sent flying backward.
Strike while the iron is hot; it's a simple principle.
As the four prepared to attack, Yu Daohen, who was flying in the air, suddenly performed a backflip to adjust his body. He then formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, and spewed out flames, blocking the four's advance.
Li Tiandao and Huang Yueji were repelled by the flames, but the Left and Right Elders dodged them with ease.
Old Man Zuo stepped forward, leaped high, and then unleashed a rapid finger strike.
Meanwhile, Old Man You condensed a corrosive gas, preparing to shoot it out.
Yu Daohen reacted swiftly, flicking his blood tear long sword backward to interrupt Old Man You's spell, and then swung his sword to meet the incoming sword energy.
Lacking any leverage in the air, Yu Daohen was sent flying by the sword energy, crashing into a large tree ten meters away.
Boom!
The tree was snapped by the terrifying impact and fell. Yu Daohen quickly stood up, his back straight, his face expressionless.
A surge of blood rose to his throat, but he forcefully swallowed it.
The searing pain in his chest still made his lips twitch.
Seeing Yu Daohen still standing, Old Man Zuo was slightly surprised.
"This brat is quite resilient. I put my full power into that palm strike just now."
He knew how terrifying the power of that palm strike was.
Even though the subsequent moves were all blocked by this brat, even a Black List expert wouldn't be unscathed after taking that palm.
And Old Man You's punch was similar, perhaps even more powerful than that palm strike.
Yu Daohen's gaze was fixed on the four.
If these two old men discovered that he was merely at the end of his rope, he would have no chance of survival.
Escaping now was likely unrealistic. His only hope was to hold them off until reinforcements arrived.
Reinforcements?
Who could possibly reinforce him now?
As expected, seeing Yu Daohen unharmed, aside from a slightly grim expression, there was no other effect.
The four exchanged glances.
Yu Daohen no longer hesitated and unleashed his strongest killing move.
Truth be told, even he didn't know the current limit of the Samsara Blood Tears.
The Samsara Blood Tears surged from his left eye, and countless drops floated in the air.
For a moment, Yu Daohen was surrounded by black liquid.
"What is this!?"
Huang Yueji and the other three narrowed their eyes. They could already feel the aura of death.
"This is still not the limit!"
The surrounding Samsara Blood Tears could condense into at least three hundred blood tear long swords.
But Yu Daohen could clearly feel that this was not his limit.
Yet, he stopped.
Because if he continued, he might truly be drained.
But three hundred swords... were enough.
Yu Daohen uttered a low command: "Condense!"
All the Samsara Blood Tears rapidly condensed into three hundred blood tear long swords.
In an instant, the surroundings were filled with long swords.
Looking at the blood tear long swords filling the space behind and around Yu Daohen.
Old Man You swallowed nervously, his voice filled with apprehension, "These liquid swords are extremely bizarre. Everyone, be careful."
The three of them became serious.
They had witnessed the sharpness of these blood tear long swords.
A moment's carelessness could lead to immediate death!
At this moment, Yu Daohen was brimming with confidence, even bordering on arrogance.
With these three hundred blood tear long swords, fighting anyone would be like playing.
He had tasted the sweetness of remote operation.
In the past, it was better to engage in close combat than to clash with spells.
Just charge headfirst.
But now it was different; this was much more comfortable than close combat.
If it weren't for the fact that using this drained him, he would have loved to just slaughter everyone with the blood tear long swords.
"Go!"
Yu Daohen immediately raised his hand and waved.
The three hundred blood tear long swords shot towards the four like raindrops.
The four exchanged glances, then split up to dodge.