Chen Shanshui naturally understood Hu Ting's intentions and chuckled, "Why would we dare not? Are we afraid of you?"
In terms of strength, apart from Xu Gensheng being a bit troublesome, the others were merely minor characters.
They couldn't win in a one-on-one fight, nor could they win in a group battle.
But the more important reason was that all of Yu Daohén's top-tier combatants were here.
As for that old fossil Yu Shuntian, with his father present, he likely wouldn't be able to help his grandson.
Once Yu Daohén left these people, he was as good as dead.
Even the most ordinary of characters could crush him now.
Seeing Chen Shanshui agree, Hu Ting looked at Xu Gensheng and nodded, signaling him to release Chen Yan.
Xu Gensheng didn't say much and looked at Zhou Fu beside him, asking, "Are you confident?"
Zhou Fu nodded affirmatively, "Yes!"
Seeing this, Xu Gensheng immediately let go of Chen Yan.
Chen Yan looked at Yu Daohén, who was less than two meters away, and wished he could rush forward and cut him into a thousand pieces.
But he understood that if he got close to Yu Daohén, Xu Gensheng might kill him with a single blow, so he could only choose Zhou Fu for now.
Chen Yan charged at Zhou Fu, and the two immediately began to fight.
At the same time, the eight people on the field had found their targets.
"Fight!"
Zhou Jingmin roared and made the first move, while the other seven attacked simultaneously.
Xu Gensheng looked at Yu Daohén beside him and whispered, "Master Yu, hurry into the Ghost Market."
Although Xu Gensheng's voice was not loud, Yu Daohén heard it clearly. He then turned and ran towards the Ghost Market.
Around them, the sounds of fighting, wailing, and slaughter were endless.
Yu Daohén listened to these sounds, his heart feeling particularly heavy.
These disciples were fighting to the death to protect him as he entered the Ghost Market.
Suddenly, a string of copper coins flew towards him. Yu Daohén instinctively raised his hand to block, but a disciple wearing a fox-patterned Taoist robe stepped in front of him.
*Thwack!*
The copper coin sword instantly pierced the disciple's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.
Yu Daohén's face was splashed with blood.
The disciple's life force was rapidly fading, but he still turned to look at Yu Daohén and shouted with his last breath, "Sect Leader... Go quickly!!"
Yu Daohén, though unwilling, could only continue to run towards the Ghost Market.
The enemy tried to pursue, but the disciple held onto their leg tightly.
Yu Daohén felt self-reproach, wondering why these people were risking their lives to protect him.
Was it simply because he was their Sect Leader?
Was he truly a qualified Sect Leader in his current state?
But the only thing he understood was that he had to rush into the Ghost Market now.
Otherwise, their sacrifices would be meaningless.
Yu Daohén charged forward, and disciple after disciple fell beside him.
At this moment, Yu Daohén had only one thought in his mind: he had to get into the Ghost Market and avenge the fallen disciples.
As long as he recovered his memory, he would make them pay!
On the city wall, several figures sat on chairs.
The leader was a beautiful woman with fair skin, wearing a red qipao that drew the eye. However, her bloodless complexion made people instinctively stop their greedy gazes.
This was not a natural human skin tone.
White, even whiter than a corpse.
The woman watched Yu Daohén below with great interest, but her gaze occasionally flickered to the figures around her.
The woman was the City God of this place, and the people beside her were none other than the current Black List experts and top powerhouses in the martial world.
Chen Shanhe grew increasingly anxious as he watched. He looked at Chen Guojun beside him and whispered, "Father, Yu Daohén is only twenty meters away from the city gate. Should we...?"
Huang Yong and Li Wangsheng, the current head of the Li family, had the same thought.
Just then, Yu Shuntian, on the far left, raised his teacup, took a sip, and said coldly, "If anyone dares to jump down and help, I, Yu Shuntian, will pay them a visit."
Yu Shuntian's words carried a strong threat, and everyone present weighed them carefully.
To put it nicely, it was a "visit," but to put it bluntly, it was a massacre of a sect.
"Old Master Yu, we're just here to join the fun," Ding Han quickly said, distancing himself.
Some others chimed in.
"Me too."
"Me too."
"..."
Those who were enemies with Yu Daohén were the Corpse Masters, the Miao Jiang Chen family, and the Yin Yang Master Li family.
Other sects had their minor grievances, but they hadn't reached the point of intercepting and killing Yu Daohén.
Of course, there were also those like Ding Han who just wanted to witness the spectacle.
The current unparalleled prodigy of the martial world, Yu Daohén.
Regardless of his final outcome, it was a battle not to be missed.
Yu Shuntian ignored these people, slowly put down his teacup, and looked back at Yu Daohén below.
The warning he had just issued made Li Wangsheng reconsider.
If anyone else had uttered such a threatening statement in front of so many Black List experts, they would have been considered insane.
But the old man before them was different.
He truly had the power to destroy a sect.
Even if that sect had a Black List expert guarding it!
Huang Yong's face turned ashen. His collusion with the Divine Cult had been exposed.
The only reason he could still sit here was because he had made a deal with the Supernatural Affairs Bureau.
The terms of the deal were that he and the Corpse Masters sect would offer no resistance and accept any judgment, in exchange for five days of freedom.
During this period, he was forbidden from doing anything detrimental to the human world.
This was the greatest concession from the Supernatural Affairs Bureau and the three major sects.
Huang Yong's sole purpose for these five days was to completely eliminate Yu Daohén.
This child's talent was too terrifying; he would be the greatest threat to the Corpse Masters sect in the future.
He had to be eliminated today!
"Brother Li, are you really not going to make a move?" Huang Yong looked at Li Wangsheng beside him.
It seemed like a final struggle.
Li Wangsheng shook his head and smiled, "Brother Huang, although we've been old friends for many years, with that old man around, I don't want my sect to be wiped out. Do you understand what I mean?"
Hearing this, Huang Yong shook his head helplessly and then gave a bitter smile, "Truly, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when the wall crumbles, everyone pushes."
Li Wangsheng smiled faintly, a mocking expression on his face, "Brother Huang, the martial world is just like this. Both you and I have lived for more than half our lives; you should understand this."
"I understand, I understand, I couldn't understand it any clearer." Huang Yong gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile.
Since his troubles began, his close friend Li Wangsheng had not offered him any assistance.
At this moment, there was one other person as anxious as him, and that was Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe looked at Chen Guojun beside him, his face filled with anxiety, "Father, are you truly not going to make a move?"
A sinister smile appeared on Chen Guojun's withered old face, "Why the rush? The show has just begun."
At the same time, below the city wall.
Yu Daohén looked at the city gate, less than ten meters away, and a smile appeared on his face, "As long as I charge through this gate, everything will be over."