I was sizing him up, and he was also rising from behind the coffin, facing me across a stone sarcophagus.

Our gazes collided across a hundred meters of space, and we saw the ferocity in each other's eyes.

Ghost eyes against ghost pupils – a clash of yin energy and murderous intent. Like two wild beasts displaying their power from afar, one staunchly guarding its territory, the other waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The man slowly spoke, "This is not a place for you. This is not your business. Go back! Go back and you might save your life."

I laughed, "Who takes whose life is not yet certain!"

"You think breaking through the Dragon-Tiger Gatekeepers means you can pass the Yin-Yang Road? The gate is just a minor trick; the true secret art is still in my hands!" The man took a staff from behind the coffin and slammed it hard on the ground. The iron staff struck the ground with a sudden sound, and a gust of yin wind swept violently along the Yin-Yang Road.

Accompanied by the wind, the roars of dragons and tigers echoed through the mountains. Black shadows resembling dragons and tigers descended from both sides of the road, seeming to solidify as they surged forward.

Old Liu and Zhao Zhuang simply couldn't withstand this pressure, which was enough to shatter one's courage. Their faces were pale as they retreated. Zhao Zhuang shouted hoarsely, "Mr. Li, the Dragon-Tiger Gatekeepers haven't been broken! The real dragons and tigers are up there. Let's go!"

It wasn't that Old Liu and Zhao Zhuang didn't want to stay and fight alongside me, but they couldn't control their retreating steps. Before long, out of the five of us, only I was left standing at the entrance, facing the man from afar.

The man sneered, "You're not afraid of the dragon's roar and the tiger's howl? You've got guts! Let's see if you retreat from the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Gods!"

As he spoke, he slammed the iron staff onto the ground for the second time. A deafening sound, like mountains splitting and rocks shattering, erupted beneath my feet. If I hadn't had solid ground beneath me, I would have thought that the entire mountain range had been shattered by his staff.

The Ding brothers were so frightened that they knelt on the ground. Old Liu forcibly stopped his retreat and pleaded from afar, "Mr. Li, hurry up and leave! Only if you leave will we have hope. We'll cover your retreat. Hurry!"

Zhao Zhuang kept shouting, "Get up! Everyone get up and cover Mr. Li's retreat!"

Before Zhao Zhuang's roar could fade away, ghostly shadows had already spread across the mountain road. The ghosts seemed to be emerging from the gates of the Yellow Springs, lining up in the trenches and simultaneously looking up at my face. Hundreds of blood-red pupils reflected pale faces in the dark night, filled with eerie ghost energy and oppressive baleful aura.

In the next moment, the ghosts on the road advanced towards me, the approaching shadows growing closer and closer. Zhao Zhuang was desperately trying to move towards me, his legs trembling incessantly. Each step he took required him to forcibly plant his feet, but he was still struggling to move forward: "Mr. Li, run! We don't ask for anything else, just save the rest of us, save the rest of us..."

Old Liu, who couldn't even stand up, was almost crawling towards my feet: "Mr. Li, go! Just go!"

"Kill!" I suddenly roared to the sky, drawing both sabers from behind me. Holding the sabers, I leaped into the air, heading straight for the top of a ghost's head.

"Mr. Li—" Old Liu's cry had changed its tone.

But amidst Old Liu's desperate roar, I stepped down on the ghost's head.

At the instant the ghost raised its head, my foot landed on its face. A sound like a balloon bursting erupted beneath my feet, and the ghost's head transformed into phosphorescent flames, spreading around my foot.

Before the ghost could fully explode, I leaped up again, using the resentful souls as stepping stones to advance wildly towards the coffin.

One ghost after another exploded beneath my feet. I was like a person walking on ghost fire, traversing through the air. Without stopping for even a moment across the hundred meters, I appeared above the coffin stone in the blink of an eye.

The dead man holding the iron staff looked up and even revealed a hint of a smile as he met my gaze.

Before his smile could fade, my dual sabers arrived, Bai Zhou (Daylight) and Zi Ye (Midnight) simultaneously piercing through the left and right sides of his chest. I held the saber hilts and stared at the man.

This was our third meeting, and also our last.

I asked in a deep voice, "Do you have anything to say?"

The man calmly said, "Can you spare Wang Xin? He is the last of the Wang family bloodline!"

"That's not my decision," I replied. "It depends on whether the people of Yuluo Village agree! But I will leave Er Zhu Zi alive."

"Very well!" The man nodded slightly and said, "Cut off my hand, take off the bracelet, and give it to Lan'er, would you?"

"I can!" I asked, "What is your name?"

"It's meaningless. A dead man has no need for a name," the man said. "Under the coffin stone, there is an empty coffin that's mine. Put me back in it, face down, press a stone on top, so that I never see anyone again and can never turn over for all eternity. Thank you!"

After I abruptly pulled out my dual sabers, I slashed again, cutting off the man's right hand. As he fell to the ground with a smile, wisps of green fire floated from his facial features.

He wanted to never turn over for all eternity, but I will make his soul dissipate. At least he still had remorse before his death, and having his soul scattered is enough.

I moved the man's body into the coffin, and Old Liu and the others followed the mountain road up: "Mr. Li, what's going on?"