Chen Shan couldn't believe his grandfather had truly abandoned them.
Seeing their despair, Yu Daohan felt a pang of sympathy, but he also began to fear this Chen Guojun.
A person who could abandon their own grandson was terrifying.
Such individuals were silent until they struck, and when they did, it was a fatal blow.
If his grandfather and that little girl hadn't been there today, they would have likely met their end here.
Chen Tie, noticing Yu Daohan's sympathetic gaze, spoke with icy coldness, "Take back that look of pity. My brother and I don't need your sympathy."
Yu Daohan wasn't angered by this. Instead, he smiled and said, "I apologize for my previous actions. Now, you may die."
"Come!"
Chen Tie roared, his brother ready for battle.
*Whoosh!*
Both sides attacked simultaneously. Yu Daohan swung his Kanglong mace towards Chen Tie's head.
*Gasp—*
Chen Tie was struck by the terrifying blow and died instantly.
Seizing the opportunity, Chen Shan swung his saber at Yu Daohan.
But before the saber could fall, Yu Daohan grabbed his throat and lifted him up.
Chen Shan's face turned red as his neck was choked, but he still smiled coldly, "You won't live much longer."
Yu Daohan chuckled lightly, "Oh, you think your father will avenge you?"
Chen Shan sneered, "No, he won't. It's not a person who will kill you, but heaven!"
At these words, Yu Daohan's expression immediately darkened. "What do you mean?"
Seeing Yu Daohan's grim expression, Chen Shan's smile widened. "My father once said that you are too scheming, too talented, and too fortunate. These three things have defied heaven's will, and you are destined not to live long."
As he spoke, Yu Daohan's eyes turned as cold as ice. He smiled sinisterly, "Whether this is true or not, you won't have the chance to find out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Daohan didn't hesitate. He abruptly snapped Chen Shan's neck and tossed him aside.
In truth, Yu Daohan had already vaguely guessed what Chen Shan was implying.
But so what!
Yu Daohan's life was his own to decide!
The surrounding lackeys, seeing their young master dead, had already scattered and fled.
In a moment, only Yu Daohan and Huang Yong remained on the battlefield, along with the corpses of disciples from various sects.
Looking at the empty battlefield, Yu Daohan mused, "Is this the strength of a Black List expert?"
Huang Yong slowly walked to within six meters of Yu Daohan.
A surprise attack would no longer be very effective against Yu Daohan now.
"Now it's time for our battle."
Huang Yong had come to terms with it. Whether he won or lost, he could no longer change the outcome.
Yu Daohan looked at Huang Yong and said with a sigh, "In the past, I would only be able to run when I saw you."
Huang Yong nodded, regretting, "If I had known you would grow to this extent, I should have eliminated you in the cradle back then."
"Unfortunately, you didn't."
Yu Daohan admitted that if Huang Yong had eliminated him in the cradle.
He wouldn't be in this situation today.
Though Huang Yong was reluctant to speak, he still pleaded, "I hope that after I die, Master Yu will spare the Chen family."
Yu Daohan let out a light laugh, shook his head helplessly, and said mockingly, "Do you think that's possible?"
Huang Yong remained silent, then knelt down with a thud.
"I know it's impossible, but I still want to try."
Seeing Huang Yong kneeling on the ground, Yu Daohan's expression immediately turned grim. He sneered, "People like you are truly detestable. Wanting to do something but not wanting to bear the consequences, like a scumbag who just wants to have his fun and leave."
Huang Yong was not angered. He continued to plead, "I'm not asking for too much. I only beg Master Yu to leave a single bloodline of the Huang family, even if it's a woman. I have a daughter who is quite beautiful..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Daohan suddenly roared, "Enough! Let's fight!"
Seeing this, Huang Yong said nothing. He stood up, drew his long sword, and prepared for battle.
Without any further words, both of them raised their weapons and charged at each other.
*Whoosh!*
They met in the middle, their weapons swinging simultaneously.
*Clang!*
The crisp sound of cold weapons clashing echoed across the battlefield.
Neither side held back in this fight.
Yu Daohan knew in his heart that after this battle, he would firmly establish himself in the martial world.
He would make the world fear him completely, without relying on any external power.
Huang Yong felt the same.
If he could kill Yu Daohan, the Huang family of corpse herders might be able to survive a little longer, until the next powerful individual emerged.
*Clang!*
*Clang, clang!*
The crisp sounds of cold weapons colliding became more frequent and louder.
Within two breaths, they had exchanged over ten moves.
Huang Yong delivered a heavy downward strike. Yu Daohan raised his mace to block.
*Clang!*
Yu Daohan was directly repelled several meters by the heavy blow.
Seizing the opportunity, Huang Yong formed a hand seal and shouted, "Condense Blood Token, Ten Thousand Corpses Rise!"
Seeing Huang Yong suddenly unleash his ultimate move, Yu Daohan's expression became serious.
This guy wasn't playing by the rules.
Didn't people usually save their ultimate moves for when they were critically wounded?
Around them, all the corpses began to move, and the ground beneath their feet started to tremble violently.
Even those on the city walls could feel the intense tremors.
Ding Han looked at Yu Shuntian, who remained calm and composed beside him, and asked, "Elder Yu, you really aren't going to intervene?"
Yu Shuntian's aged face broke into a smile, confident, "I believe in my grandson!"
As the corpses advanced towards him, Yu Daohan remained unfazed. He looked at Huang Yong and smiled, "What, don't you want to fight a bit longer?"
He could sense that Huang Yong had poured all his energy into this move, leaving no room for retreat.
This move was a fight to the death.
Huang Yong shook his head and smiled, "No, let's decide this with one move. There's no reason to fight any longer."
Yu Daohan nodded, "I think so too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Daohan formed a hand seal. He then leaped into the air, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully.
A torrent of flames surged towards the ground and then spread outwards.
The flames expanded to a radius of fifty meters.
The approaching corpses were instantly engulfed in the flames and began to burn.
Huang Yong channeled his remaining energy to fend off the encroaching flames.
On the city walls, everyone was finding it difficult to bear the heat from the flames.
Ding Han looked at the incredibly widespread flames with astonishment.
He hadn't expected Master Yu to have cultivated the Flame Swallowing Art to such a degree.
It was truly terrifying.
With this single move, he was already invincible in the martial world.
As the saying goes, one unique skill can sustain you everywhere.
This was precisely what it meant.
Some sects could maintain their position as first-rate powers with just one signature move.
A moment later.
The corpses had been reduced to charcoal, and the ground was scorched black by the flames, leaving nothing alive.