The figure outside was identical to Grandpa, even their auras were unchanged.
Seeing no movement from inside, the figure outside knocked on the door again and called out, "Xiao Hen, it's Grandpa!"
This figure was not his grandfather!
Yu Daohen glanced at his grandfather's face outside, his expression turning solemn. He had already drawn the Kanglong Mace from his waist and asked, "Is it Grandpa?"
The figure outside replied, "Of course it's me."
Yu Daohen chuckled and asked again, "Is it really Grandpa?"
The figure outside became visibly impatient, "Of course it's me, Grandpa. What nonsense are you talking about?"
She's getting anxious, she's getting anxious...
Seeing no movement from inside, the figure outside knocked on the door again and continued to shout, "Xiao Hen, it's Grandpa! Open the door quickly."
Without a word, Yu Daohen pulled the door open with one hand while gripping the Kanglong Mace with the other, swinging it out as he cursed, "I'm your mom's cotton candy, damn it!"
The figure hadn't expected Yu Daohen to swing the Kanglong Mace the moment he opened the door. Before she could react, the mace was already upon her.
Her head took a solid hit from the Kanglong Mace, and she was forced back, transforming back into the red-dressed woman.
Yu Daohen knew that he couldn't give this kind of top-tier opponent a chance to retaliate.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Yu Daohen formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, and spewed a torrent of flames towards the female ghost.
The female ghost seemed dazed from the blow to her head from the Kanglong Mace and didn't know to dodge.
By the time she reacted, the flames were already upon her. She could only raise her hand to block her face.
The flames engulfed her.
Yu Daohen didn't dare to stop his attack. He continued to spew flames, his left eye focusing as several drops of Samsara Blood Tears appeared in the air. He then swung his other hand.
Several drops of Samsara Blood Tears shot towards the female ghost within the flames.
Even a Ghost King couldn't withstand the attack of Samsara Blood Tears.
Yu Daohen kept spewing flames from his mouth and condensing Samsara Blood Tears from his left eye, shooting them out continuously.
With both attacks, he wondered if she could withstand it.
"Enough!"
A roar echoed, and the ghostly energy was blown away by the flames, scattering in all directions.
Yu Daohen raised his hand to shield his face, cursing inwardly.
Is this the power above a Ghost King?
His entire combo felt like mere scratching.
As the flames dissipated, the female ghost was covered in ghostly energy, with several small, dot-sized wounds on her body.
These were the wounds inflicted by the Samsara Blood Tears.
The female ghost glared at Yu Daohen fiercely and roared, "Today, I will drain your essence dry!"
Seeing the ghostly energy leaking from the female ghost, Yu Daohen knew she was injured, but it was not a fatal blow.
Even a severely injured Ghost King of this caliber was still a formidable opponent.
It seemed he had underestimated this female ghost's strength.
Yu Daohen had a sudden inspiration, a cunning smile spreading across his face. He shouted towards the nearby rooftop, "Grandpa, now!"
Upon hearing this, the female ghost didn't hesitate. She turned into a wisp of smoke and fled in a panic.
Seeing the female ghost escape, Yu Daohen let out a sigh of relief and quickly ran back into the old house, locking the door and preparing for battle.
To be safe, Yu Shuntian had already set up a formation in the courtyard.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have felt so at ease chasing after her.
Meanwhile.
Yu Shuntian was rushing towards home.
He had cleared all the evil spirits in the bamboo forest but hadn't seen the female ghost.
If the female ghost wasn't there, there was only one possibility.
That thing had gone to find his grandson.
In fact, the two of them had just missed each other.
Yu Shuntian had arrived at the bamboo forest just as the female ghost was descending the mountain.
The more Yu Shuntian thought about it, the more worried he became about his grandson.
As he reached a patch of farmland, Yu Shuntian spotted a wisp of smoke drifting towards him.
"This aura!"
Yu Shuntian's eyes widened. This aura definitely belonged to that thing.
Upon seeing Yu Shuntian, the wisp of smoke paused, seemingly confused, and then turned to flee.
Yu Shuntian, quick as lightning, drew a silver needle from his waist and shot it out.
The silver needle was easily dodged by the smoke, which simultaneously reformed into human shape.
The female ghost glared at Yu Shuntian, her face extremely grim, "Good, that brat dared to trick me."
Yu Shuntian, seeing the ghostly energy leaking from her body, understood what had happened.
His grandson was amazing.
He had actually managed to injure this thing.
This was also due to the female ghost's carelessness. She had intended to slowly drain Yu Daohen's essence, but she hadn't expected this kid to hit her with a mace right at the door.
This was a complete upset, a case of capsizing in a ditch.
Strike while the iron is hot.
This was an old tradition of Yu's.
Yu Shuntian naturally understood this principle. He drew two more silver needles and shot them out, then stomped his foot on the ground and charged forward.
The female ghost had experienced the power of Yu Shuntian's silver needles long ago and naturally didn't dare to meet them head-on. She dodged to the side, avoiding the two incoming needles.
But as she dodged the needles, Yu Shuntian's fist had already arrived.
The female ghost was not intimidated and met his punch with a palm strike.
She had been holding back all night.
With a clash of fist and palm, Yu Shuntian remained unmoved, while the female ghost was forced back a step.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian retracted his fist and struck again. The female ghost could only dodge and weave, parrying with her palms.
As Yu Shuntian attacked, he felt something was wrong.
Why was this thing's strength so much weaker!
It was completely different from the powerful aura he had sensed last time.
This was the strength of an ordinary Ghost King.
Even if she was injured, she shouldn't be this weak.
The female ghost had no intention of fighting and only wanted to escape, so her speed slowed down.
Yu Shuntian seized the opportunity, drew a silver needle, and shot it out, muttering, "Needle of Exterminating Ten Thousand Evils and Banishing Ghosts!"
The silver needle that was shot out suddenly erupted with a powerful blue flame, as if it were about to destroy everything.
The needle was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
Seeing the incoming needle, the female ghost knew she couldn't dodge and could only try to block it.
She channeled all her ghostly energy into her palm, compressed it, condensed the ghostly energy, and then unleashed a powerful strike.
The ghostly energy collided with the silver needle, and the powerful energy wave kicked up dust from the ground.
As the dust settled, the two energies were still locked in a stalemate, forming two energy waves.
However, within three seconds, the female ghost began to struggle. Her foot instinctively took a step back, and the power of her ghostly energy weakened considerably.
The silver needle's power, however, remained undiminished.
The female ghost's expression clearly turned grim. Looking at the silver needle that was about to pierce through her ghostly energy, she hesitated.
Should she fight this guy head-on?
Her strength had been stagnant for over ten years. She was only half a step away from reaching the Ghost Immortal realm, but why couldn't she break through?
It was as if someone had sealed the door to Ghost Immortal.