Suddenly, Yu Shuntian drew eight silver needles from his waist and shot them towards the densely packed Wu Gu crawling towards them, forming a cage. He muttered, "Bind!"
The eight silver needles emitted red threads that connected them together.
"Sever!" Yu Shuntian shouted again, and the red threads instantly tightened.
In just an instant, the crawling Wu Gu were cut in half, their black blood flowing all over the ground.
A pungent, foul odor made Huang Yong's expression grave. "These red threads are incredibly sharp."
Chen Shanhe's brows were also tightly furrowed, daring not to be careless in the slightest.
This old fellow had a nickname in the martial world back then: the Butcher of Limbs.
Yu Shuntian narrowed his eyes and charged directly at the two.
Seeing this, Huang Yong and Chen Shanhe gripped their weapons tightly to defend.
Yu Shuntian's speed was like a phantom as he arrived before them, drawing his silver needles and thrusting them out.
"Damn, so aggressive!" Huang Yong was somewhat infuriated.
Fighting close-quarters from a distance, this was truly unique.
Chen Shanhe and Huang Yong swung their weapons, launching continuous attacks.
Yu Shuntian remained unhurried, constantly drawing out silver needles and stabbing. When they were knocked away, he drew more and stabbed again.
In a short while, an unknown number of silver needles had been knocked to the ground.
Seeing Yu Shuntian at a disadvantage, their attacks became even more ferocious.
Yu Daohan, seeing his grandfather in a passive state, was about to step forward to help, but he saw his grandfather's expression was calm, even appearing confident.
Yu Shuntian finally drew out two more silver needles, which were knocked away. He then pushed off the ground with his toes, rapidly retreating.
A triumphant smile appeared on Huang Yong's face. After being suppressed for so long, he could finally speak his mind.
He cursed at Yu Shuntian, "Old man, have you run out of tricks?"
Yu Shuntian's lips curved upwards, looking as if his scheme had succeeded.
Chen Shanhe, seeing Yu Shuntian's expression as if he were looking at two insignificant pests, instantly realized something was wrong. He looked down at the silver needles on the ground. "Not good!"
Chen Shanhe tried to move out of the range of the silver needles, but it was already too late.
Yu Shuntian's low shout rang out, "Bind!"
The silver needles on the ground quickly extended countless red threads, entangling the two.
"What!" Huang Yong's face changed drastically; his body was already bound by the red threads.
Yu Shuntian chuckled dismissively, "Youngsters, there are always people better than you, and heavens beyond the heavens. Don't think you're invincible just because you're on the Black List."
"The old man is playing dirty," Huang Yong cursed.
The red threads around his body tightened, digging into his skin and drawing blood.
Yu Shuntian knew clearly that indecision leads to disaster. He reached out, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the two.
"Old fellow, there's no need to kill them all!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed from all directions.
Not good!
Yu Shuntian's heart tightened. He turned to rush towards Yu Daohan, but it was already too late.
Yu Daohan's expression turned extremely grim. Just as he was about to condense his Samsara Blood Tears, a hand rested on his shoulder, and an ancient voice spoke.
"Little one, no need to be so tense."
So fast!
In just an instant, this person had appeared beside him.
Who was this person?
Even those on the Black List could not possess such speed.
Yu Daohan turned his head to look.
He saw an old man with white hair and a face so gaunt it was merely skin and bones, looking at him with a smile.
Although the old man was smiling, Yu Daohan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulder, making it difficult to breathe.
Who exactly was this person!?
Yu Shuntian glared fiercely at the old man, his face filled with killing intent, his voice chilling to the extreme. "Old bastard, let go of my grandson!"
The old man looked at Yu Shuntian, a smile on his face. "Old fellow, don't get so worked up. Besides, my son's life is still in your hands, isn't it?"
Yu Shuntian subtly reached for his waist.
Seeing this, the old man, while holding Yu Daohan's shoulder, let a purple scorpion crawl out of his sleeve and onto Yu Daohan's neck, his gaze fixed seriously on Yu Shuntian.
"Old fellow, don't even think about pulling out needles. My scorpion will surely be faster than you."
Yu Shuntian became slightly anxious upon seeing this and lowered the hand that had been reaching for his waist.
Chen Shanhe, who was bound by the red threads, shouted, "Father, why are you here?"
The old man gave him an annoyed glare and scolded, "You still have the nerve to ask? If I hadn't come, you would have been chopped into eight pieces by now."
Chen Shanhe lowered his head in silence.
Hearing Chen Shanhe call the old man "Father," Huang Yong looked at the old man with bewilderment.
Could this person be Chen Guojun, the former fourth-ranked expert on the Black List?
This old guy was still alive!
The foundation of the Chen family was truly profound.
The Chen family of Miao Jiang had maintained a first-class influence since ancient times, unlike these first-class powers.
The Corpse Herders had only become a first-class force in recent years.
This was all built by him.
The Yan Shu Sect was the same, having risen rapidly in recent years, thus gaining the opportunity to enter the top tier of first-class powers.
Frankly, it all depended on Tang Junsheng's presence.
After Tang Junsheng fell off the Black List, the Yan Shu Sect's influence greatly diminished.
Below the three major sects, the title of the fourth major sect had become a mere formality.
If one were to truly compare foundations, they might not even match the Chen family of Miao Jiang.
Why could the three major sects, without any Black List experts openly present, still control this martial world?
It was precisely because their foundations were terrifyingly deep.
Chen Guojun chuckled, a grim smile appearing on his withered face. "Old fellow, that rebellious bald donkey is also dead. Not many of us old bones are left. There's no need to fight to the death."
Yu Shuntian couldn't help but sigh. "That rebellious bald donkey died for the common people of the world. It was a glorious death."
Chen Guojun chuckled, "So, let go of my son."
Yu Shuntian did not release him but stared at Chen Guojun. "You release my grandson first."
The two met each other's gaze, neither intending to release their captive first.
They understood each other's personalities all too well; they were both ancient foxes.
Chen Guojun sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Alas, we've been fighting for so many years. Is there no trust at all?"
Yu Shuntian chuckled dismissively, "Since you say so, then you release him first. You know my character, don't you?"
Chen Guojun looked at Yu Shuntian with disdain. "We're both ancient foxes, why are you playing games with me? You think I'll release him without a bargaining chip? Do you really think I'm senile?"
Yu Shuntian snorted, "Since you know that, why are you asking me to release him first?"
Chen Guojun chuckled, "Old fellow, I have more than one son, but you only have this one grandson. If he dies, I can have another son to take his place, but your old Yu family will truly be without descendants. So, are you sure you don't want to release him first?"