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Zhao Zuo’s eyes were resolute. He swung his saber continuously, its blade glinting with a flame so dark it almost blended into the night. He poured Mana into the saber, his black robes billowing in the airflow, dancing wildly with the wind.

"Realm of Overflowing Moon!"

An inviolable majesty suddenly radiated from Zhao Zuo. The flames on the saber’s blade compressed ceaselessly, finally forming a black saber about two meters long. The air around it began to warp, and the fiery patterns burning on the blade seemed to come alive, following Zhao Zuo’s will.

Moving like lightning, Zhao Zuo clashed with Wu Fadu. Their figures flickered and intertwined, leaving afterimages with every exchange. The ground around them was scored by the piercing Gang Qi, leaving behind deep gashes.

The two sabers clashed repeatedly. Black flames and blood-red Gang Qi intertwined, like two different kinds of Thunder battling for supremacy. They also competed in raw strength and the intensity of their Mana. The aftershocks of Mana released during their confrontation battered the surroundings, making the very earth beneath their feet tremble.

CRACK.

The defense known as the Blood God Barrier shattered completely. The battle between Zhao Zuo and Wu Fadu grew even more intense as they continuously dodged attacks and countered with their respective skills.

The flames ignited the surrounding grass and trees, illuminating and driving back the night.

As the battle raged on, the wind on the street grew violent, howling past and forming whirlwinds.

"It’s done!" Shen Yunjiao said softly.

At this point, the layer of blood-red mist around Wu Fadu had been completely devoured. The Blood God Barrier and the Spirit-Annihilating Mist were the two trump cards he had prepared, having spent many years in Cultivation to perfect them.

They could be called his Guardian Path Skills.

But... now they had all been nullified. Freed up, Shen Yunjiao immediately unleashed her full power.

Wu Fadu was clearly aware that his defeat was inevitable, but instead of giving up, he launched a savage assault on Zhao Zuo, hoping to take one of them down with him before he died.

"Ptooey! If it were just one of you, you’d have long been a Ghost under my saber!" Wu Fadu spat out a mouthful of grayish blood foam, then gasped for a few ragged breaths.

But Shen Yunjiao and Zhao Zuo had no intention of giving him any time to rest, and they continued their fierce assault with their weapons.

The three battled in a tangled mess. Sword Aura and Mana collided, and the clash of Energy seemed to detonate the surroundings. The residual Energy in the air created a field of distorted, illusory images.

Wu Fadu had already activated a kamikaze Secret Technique. The blood vessels all over his body pulsed under his skin like writhing worms, and his aura became even more terrifying.

The pressure on Zhao Zuo increased dramatically. The cornered and desperate Wu Fadu vented all his fury upon him, each downward slash of his Defiled Blood Saber as heavy as a mountain peak.

"Hah... hah... hah..." Wu Fadu managed to gasp a few ragged breaths before continuing his desperate assault on Zhao Zuo.

But his frenzy didn’t change the situation. Zhao Zuo’s response remained calm. His saber swings and footwork were in perfect sync, and he even adjusted his breathing to match the rhythm of their clashes.

’Impatience is a sign of defeat.’

This was a phrase Zhao Zuo had believed in his previous life. Losing one’s cool at any time could be fatal.

This battle was not just a clash of Mana and physical bodies, but also a contest of will. Every swing of the sword or use of a Talisman required foreseeing the effect and making the optimal judgment.

To react on the battlefield, one needed not only a sharp mind but also an incomparably calm heart.

The three of them exchanged several hundred more blows in a very short time. The surrounding vegetation had already been burned to ash by the flames, which was then swept high into the air by the clashing Energy, drifting away on the wind.

Finally, Zhao Zuo seized an opportunity, knocking the Defiled Blood Saber from Wu Fadu’s hands and leaving him completely defenseless. Shen Yunjiao immediately thrust her sword into his chest.

Wu Fadu struggled a few more times, then breathed his last.

Zhao Zuo waved his hand, recalling the Sky-Breaking Saber. He immediately pulled a powder from his Storage Bag and scattered it around to conceal their auras and traces. He quickly snatched up the Defiled Blood Saber and stowed it in his Storage Bag, then swallowed a healing Pill Medicine. Finally, he circulated his Mana to grind away the Exotic Energy clinging to his wounds and preventing them from healing.

Shen Yunjiao was also quickly cleaning up the battlefield. The earth roiled under the control of her Dharma Seals, and everything was enveloped and covered by black soil, even the scorch marks from the fire.

It took the two of them about twenty-some seconds to completely clean the scene.

"Let’s go," Shen Yunjiao said, the pleasant surprise in her tone hard to conceal.

"Right."

Suddenly, applause broke the silence of the street.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP...

The sound was crisp and pleasant, and it grew faster. The applauder was clearly in an excellent mood, but Zhao Zuo and Shen Yunjiao’s hearts sank to the bottom of a ravine. Neither of them had sensed the newcomer’s presence, which meant the enemy’s Cultivation was higher than theirs.

"As expected of the one I’ve set my sights on. Seeing you again, you’ve already impressed me so much." A figure slowly emerged from the shadows under a nearby tree. She wore a form-fitting black dress that clung to her body, accentuating her perfect curves. The hem of her dress flowed like elusive wisps of smoke.

Countless Ghosts seemed to struggle and scream around her.

Zhou Wushuang walked with a light gait, yet each step seemed to land heavily on their hearts.

Zhao Zuo desperately wanted to ask Shen Yunjiao why her Taotie Divine Eye hadn’t worked, but he knew this was no time for idle talk.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he took a Communication Jade from his Storage Bag.

"I’ve encountered a Demon Path Cultivator in the outer district of Moyun Workshop."

This Communication Jade belonged to Chen Xiaorong. Zhao Zuo stated his current situation bluntly. As for whether Chen Xiaorong would actually come to the rescue, perhaps only heaven knew.

He didn’t even wait for a reply before stuffing it back into his Storage Bag.

Zhou Wushuang’s black hair was like a river of flowing Stars. Against the backdrop of the night, she was like a queen of darkness. Her pure-looking face would occasionally reveal a hint of seduction, then a trace of cold beauty, making her as unpredictable as a shapeshifting demoness.

’I knew it... she’s no pushover.’

Zhao Zuo now understood. Wu Fadu had used the Bone Flute to call Zhou Wushuang for help. She had arrived at the battlefield long ago but hadn’t intervened, instead allowing the two of them to kill Wu Fadu, showing no regard for the bonds of their shared sect.

’Is this what the Demon Path is truly like...’

One step, two steps... Before long, Zhou Wushuang had closed to within five meters of them. Zhao Zuo was not one to sit and wait for death. He immediately directed the Sky-Breaking Saber at his waist to fly out, aiming straight for the spot between Zhou Wushuang’s eyebrows.

"Split up and run!" Zhao Zuo didn’t even check to see if the Sky-Breaking Saber had harmed Zhou Wushuang. He immediately picked a direction and bolted towards Moyun Workshop.

If he ran for the Yunlan Mountain Range, he definitely wouldn’t be able to outrun Zhou Wushuang. Moyun Workshop was his last chance.

The moment Zhao Zuo spoke, Shen Yunjiao, without the slightest hesitation, chose a completely different direction and sped towards the Yunlan Mountain Range, actively igniting her own Qi Blood.

DING.

The Sky-Breaking Saber stopped a meter before Zhou Wushuang’s brow, colliding with a black barrier. It immediately lost its momentum and fell to the ground.

"If you’re going to be this naughty, then later... you’re going to have to suffer a little." Zhou Wushuang licked the corner of her lips. Her eyes were deep and dark, like a night sky reflected on a lake.

She glanced at Shen Yunjiao’s retreating back and said disdainfully, "Trying to sacrifice yourself to lead me away?"

It was true that the woman was a more delectable prize to her, but she still focused her attention on Zhao Zuo.

All because that ant... actually dared to fight back!

Zhao Zuo threw Talismans behind him as if they were free, trying to slow Zhou Wushuang’s pursuit, but it had no effect. She barely even dodged, simply smashing through them with brute force.

The good news was... Zhou Wushuang’s speed wasn’t so great as to make Zhao Zuo despair.

The bad news was... Zhou Wushuang’s speed far surpassed his own.

Meanwhile, when Shen Yunjiao realized Zhou Wushuang wasn’t chasing her, a sudden nervousness gripped her heart. She anxiously turned and raced back in Zhao Zuo’s direction, transforming her entire body into a bloody shadow that streaked through the night.

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