Watching the two fight, Yu Daochen couldn't help but sigh.
The battles of quasi-black list experts were truly terrifying.
As the energy dispersed, both stood unmoving. The man's arm that had been used for the direct confrontation was now covered in blood.
Fan Wujiu saw that the man had endured the blow and grinned, "You've got something, but not much. That's all."
The man's expression turned grim, clearly angered by Fan Wujiu's words.
Seeing this, Fan Wujiu's lips curled up, and he kicked out.
Although the man was provoked, he was agile. He took two steps back, easily dodging the straight kick.
Fan Wujiu then launched a fierce punch. The man did not flinch and met the attack head-on, defending while also throwing punches.
The remaining members of the Divine Religion, seeing that their leader was locked in a stalemate, all turned their attention to Yu Daochen.
Their intentions were obvious.
Yu Daochen instinctively took a step back, cursing inwardly.
Why are they all looking at me? Go help your boss quickly.
At this moment, Qiu Jiaxiang, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Although he is the murderer of the Underworld officials, you will not touch him without the lord's command."
"..." Yu Daochen looked at Qiu Jiaxiang in shock and couldn't help but curse.
Damn it, have some shame!
Even now, he's trying to stab me in the back.
Qiu Jiaxiang looked at the members of the Divine Religion and said, "Come on, if you want to kill him, you'll have to step over my dead body."
Yu Daochen was completely stunned. This act of sacrificing himself for a cause was so convincing.
As expected, Fan Wujiu, who was fighting the man, glanced at Qiu Jiaxiang with admiration.
At this moment, the two masked figures, one black and one white, attacked Qiu Jiaxiang.
The man in the white mask swung his mourning stick towards Qiu Jiaxiang.
Seeing this, Qiu Jiaxiang raised his soul-hooking chain to block, then immediately retreated into the nearby woods.
The two masked men in black and white saw this and chased after him, and the three of them wrestled their way into the forest.
Yu Daochen looked at the remaining members of the Divine Religion and gave an awkward smile, "Actually, I'm an old acquaintance of your Divine Religion's leader. Aren't you afraid he'll be angry if you attack me?"
The members of the Divine Religion exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
"The leader had already instructed that your past favors are settled. Feel free to kill me when you meet me."
"My God."
Yu Daochen let out a curse.
The group then drew their short swords and attacked.
Seeing this, Yu Daochen shouted towards Fan Wujiu, "Eighth Master, save me!"
Meanwhile.
The man looked at Fan Wujiu and grinned, "Your opponent is me now."
Fan Wujiu looked at the man's triumphant expression and chuckled, "Mortal, let me show you what true power is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu's aura changed drastically, and countless chains coiled around him like serpents.
"Such potent ghost energy!"
The man's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively took a step back, his expression extremely serious.
The members of the Divine Religion who were attacking Yu Daochen also stopped in their tracks and looked over.
With just that glance, their lives ended there.
Fan Wujiu stomped his foot on the ground and roared, "Earth Fiend, Thousand Jin Chain!"
The man instantly sensed something was wrong, stomped his feet, and leaped into the air.
He looked at the spot where his feet had been, and a chain emerged.
"Everyone, quickly move away from your current positions!" the man shouted to the crowd.
But it was too late. Chains emerged from beneath several people, entangling them.
Yu Daochen looked at the chains on them and frowned.
So fast!
Is this the true strength of the local Black Impermanence?
"Once caught by these Thousand Jin Chains, you cannot break free."
Fan Wujiu finished explaining, his eyes narrowed. He raised his hand, preparing to tighten the chains, "Die!"
Bang!
Fan Wujiu suddenly froze, turning to look at his palm.
A finger had disappeared, and ghost energy poured out.
"What is happening?"
Fan Wujiu was utterly bewildered. He was certain that no one had approached him, nor had any hidden weapons or spells hit his finger.
It was as if the finger had vanished into thin air.
"Hoo~"
The man opposite him was panting heavily, one eye bleeding, and he was forming a strange hand seal.
Seeing the man with one blind eye, Fan Wujiu immediately reacted, "Could it be some forbidden sacrificial technique?"
The man endured the intense pain in his eye and sneered, "Lord Fan guesses correctly, it is indeed a forbidden sacrificial technique."
Fan Wujiu stopped the ghost energy from pouring out of his finger and said with admiration, "Interesting, but it's a dead end."
The man gritted his teeth, blood from his eye dripping down his cheek onto the ground. "Lord Fan, if you don't want your head removed, release my companions."
Hearing this, Fan Wujiu found it somewhat amusing. "Oh, are you threatening me?"
The man glared fiercely at Fan Wujiu, "You can think of it that way."
Fan Wujiu chuckled and stared into the man's eyes, "I don't believe you have the ability."
"Then you can certainly try."
The man's gaze was firm, showing no fear.
Seeing the man's provocative gaze, Fan Wujiu instead showed a sinister smile, "Then I shall try today!"
Fan Wujiu tensed his legs, and just as he was about to charge at the man, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.
"Little Eight, let it go."
Fan Wujiu turned his head and saw a man in white ancient attire who had appeared before him at some unknown time.
"Seventh Brother, why are you here?" Fan Wujiu asked, confused.
Xie Bi'an's handsome face showed a smile, "I was out on business and just got back."
Yu Daochen, standing behind, looked at the suddenly appearing figure with a serious expression.
Could this person be the Underworld's White Impermanence, known as Seventh Master, Xie Bi'an?
As rumored, he was indeed handsome. This appearance alone could rival his own by a six-to-four ratio.
Of course, he was the six, and the other was the four.
The man looked at Xie Bi'an, who had suddenly appeared, his expression extremely grim.
With these two working together, he had no chance of winning.
"Seventh Brother, this guy..."
Before Fan Wujiu could finish, Xie Bi'an interrupted him, "Leave the rest to me."
Seeing his Seventh Brother say this, Fan Wujiu could only nod.
Xie Bi'an looked at the man and asked, "What is your name?"
The man swallowed and put on a show, "Divine Religion, Gao Lei."
Xie Bi'an nodded, his face expressionless, and continued to ask, "What is your rank in the Divine Religion?"
Gao Lei chuckled disdainfully, "Do you think I would tell you?"
Xie Bi'an was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled faintly and said confidently, "I believe you will tell me."
Seeing Xie Bi'an's strange expression, Gao Lei laughed, "I'm not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of your threats?"