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"You... how dare you kill her!" At that moment, Uchi's eyes were bloodshot, like an angry lion.
"Stop pretending. If you hadn't threatened her with her parents' lives, would she have married you?" Sun Wulang sneered after glancing at Uchi.
"You will be devoured by ten thousand ghosts!" Uchi shot a glare at Talangtai.
"Trying to scare me? Useless! I am filled with killing intent, feasting on raw meat and drinking fresh blood; your ghosts can't come near me!" Talangtai laughed.
"Enough nonsense! There's no point in stalling. Hand over your Ghost Summoning Technique!" Sun Wulang finally lost all patience, kicking a broken bamboo segment aside.
Whoosh! The kicked bamboo flew like an arrow towards Uchi's arm. Uchi rolled to avoid the strike, but Talangtai, who had been gathering power for a long time, swung his blade directly at Uchi's waist.
With no way to evade, Uchi suddenly let out a furious roar, and his body erupted in a cloud of Blood Mist. A ghost wielding a blood blade charged straight at Talangtai. However, when Talangtai's blade cut through the ghost, it inflicted no damage. Instead, the ghost's blood blade sliced open Talangtai's chest; though the wound wasn't deep, blood flowed uncontrollably.
Then two or three more ghosts emerged from Uchi's Blood Mist. Realizing he couldn't win, Talangtai chose to retreat explosively. Swinging his wide-bladed knife, he unleashed a faint red inner energy that cleaved two Blood Blade Demons in half.
Yet the last Blood Blade Demon lunged straight for Talangtai's forehead. At that moment, Talangtai could not dodge and could only shout, "Master Sun, save me!"
Finally unable to sit back and watch the fight unfold any longer, Sun Wulang understood Uchi's current state; he was fighting desperately and had even resorted to the Blood Sacrifice Technique. With a wave of his Black Banner, a black ghostly figure shot out like an arrow and pinned the Blood Blade Demon against the wall before both disintegrated into ashes.
The black ghostly figure turning to ash caused Sun Wulang to tremble. He looked in astonishment at Uchi, who was slumped on the ground. Then he said, "Old buddy, you actually mastered the Blood Flame Technique!"
"Cough cough! Didn't expect that, did you? Today I will risk my life to take both of you down with me!" At that moment, there was no longer any desire for fame or profit in Uchi's eyes; only revenge remained. Perhaps in his final moments, he remembered his wife!
Meanwhile, lying downstairs was Cui, also known as Uzi's Wife. A tear finally fell from her eye. She had long given up on this demon and even felt an impulse to kill him herself. Yet she never expected that he would seek revenge for her after believing himself dead. She didn't know what to think; initially, Uchi had forcibly taken her as his wife through threats and coercion, filling her heart with hatred.
However, unexpectedly in this final moment of life, Cui realized she had fallen in love with this demon. With her parents gone and this demon childless as well, dying together could be seen as a twisted fate! As Cui silently wept, the three on the second floor exchanged glances. Sun Wulang hesitated to act first and wanted Talangtai to go ahead instead. But Talangtai was afraid of the Blood Blade Demon and was reluctant to make a move. Meanwhile, Uchi lay motionless in the Blood Mist; until it dissipated, none could approach him—Uchi was already dead.
Xiao Yefeng lay motionless on the bed, watching the drama unfold. Although his position was not ideal, at that moment, the three others were focused on each other, leaving him, the sacrificial pawn, completely ignored.
Time passed slowly, and after a while, the Blood Mist surrounding Uchi gradually dissipated. Sun Wulang feigned understanding and exclaimed, "Haha, Old Wu, how's it going? I must have dragged you down with me! Ah Tai! Now that his Blood Mist has vanished, he can’t move anymore. Go deliver the final blow!"
Indeed, Talangtai had a low IQ in the air. Hearing Sun Wulang's words and seeing the Blood Mist disappear, he genuinely believed Uchi was out of strength. He strode toward Uchi, his wide blade exuding a faint red energy as it transformed into a gust of wind aimed at Uchi's legs.
With a sharp sound, Uchi's legs were severed at the roots. However, there was little blood because most of it had evaporated due to the Blood Sacrifice Technique. Seeing his strike succeed, Talangtai swung his blade back to strike at Uchi's heart. At that moment, Sun Wulang shouted, "Don't hold back! With the Ghost Summoning Technique, I can learn from the spirits—kill him directly!"
As Sun Wulang issued his command, Talangtai immediately redirected his Blade to sweep toward Uchi's throat. Just then, a chilling Blade sliced through the air with a sonic boom from below. Talangtai was so focused on adjusting his Blade that he failed to react in time.
A half-broken machete plunged into Talangtai’s back. It was just half an inch away; Talangtai’s Blade halted before Uchi’s throat. In an instant, Talangtai was pierced through the heart by this sudden attack and fell through the large hole. The sharp wide-bladed knife embedded itself in Cui’s chest. In that moment, two mid-level Ancient Warriors met their demise in mutual destruction.
Cui fulfilled all her duties as a wife but ultimately perished due to her complicity and poor choices. Perhaps this was also Causality; Talangtai thought he had killed Cui but was instead pierced through the heart by her half-broken machete. Two unrelated individuals died tragically together while upstairs lay Uchi, who had lost both legs but awakened from excruciating pain, and Sun Wulang, who seemed unaffected by it all.
"Cough cough cough! Sun Wulang! Cough cough—looks like I dragged you down with me after all!" Uchi said with a smile as he looked at Sun Wulang, who was barely standing thanks to the Soul Banner.
"Cough cough, phew!" After a violent fit of coughing, Sun Wulang spat blood onto the Black Banner in his hand and slowly knelt down. At that moment, a thumb-sized hole in his black robe began bubbling with blood just below his chest.
"I didn’t expect you to have one last trick up your sleeve. When did you place this curse on me?" Sun Wulang leaned on the Soul Banner while coughing up blood.
"First time we met!" With that said, Uchi finally collapsed onto the ground. Meanwhile, Sun Wulang clutched his chest wound and gritted his teeth as he pulled out a vial and said, "No matter how cunning you are, you miscalculated—I still have time to heal!"
However, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "What an epic scene this is; however, you no longer have time!"
The unexpected voice startled Sun Wulang; instinctively turning around revealed no one there. But upon turning back around, he discovered that the man who had been lying on the bed had vanished without a trace. Moreover, the six porcelain dolls he had painstakingly crafted were also gone without a shadow. This realization left Sun Wulang utterly shocked.
"Who? Show yourself and return what you took from me!" Sun Wulang stepped back, pressing against the bamboo wall behind him, cautiously surveying his surroundings. The room remained unchanged, with only the absence of that man and six porcelain dolls.
"Hmph! I don't care who you are; if you offend our new power, you will never know peace." As he spoke, Sun Wulang prepared to conceal himself with his black robe, intending to swallow the pill contained within the Black Porcelain Bottle in his hand.
However, just as he opened the bottle, a Golden Cyan Light Blade shot out from a dark corner, striking the Black Porcelain Bottle and sending it flying from Sun Wulang's grasp. Watching his life-saving medicine soar away while blood bubbled from the wound in his chest, a wave of helplessness washed over him. In that moment, Sun Wulang finally understood the feeling Uchi had experienced just before his death.
Yet, as the saying goes, even ants strive to survive. Sun Wulang, an old fox who held this saying dear, would not easily accept death. He suddenly reached for his Black Soul Banner. The violent motion caused blood to spurt from his chest wound once more, but this blood shot forth like an arrow onto the Black Banner.
At that moment, the Black Banner seemed to absorb energy, glowing with a crimson Aura in the dimly lit room. Sun Wulang hid behind the banner and coldly declared, "You're dead! The moment you chose not to kill me when you appeared behind me sealed your fate under my Demon General! Go! Kill that person hiding in the shadows."
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng was crouched on a beam of the Bamboo House. Initially, he had intended to strike decisively; however, he quickly abandoned that thought. He had come here to compete with these individuals and gain experience. If he simply swooped in for an easy victory, he would gain nothing in terms of growth. Thus, Xiao Yefeng chose to spare Sun Wulang's life as a test stone to enhance himself.
Indeed, Sun Wulang was proving useful. Seeing the Ghost Mist rising from the Black Banner made Xiao Yefeng nod excitedly. A Demon General? That was an Inner Force-level old ghost! Could he win? After putting away the six Sealing Soul Porcelain Dolls, Xiao Yefeng carefully prepared himself.
At that moment, no one could have anticipated that Uchi, who should have been dead by now, had opened his eyes in a dark corner. Uchi was not dead after all; he had used a forbidden technique from his Ghost Summoning Technique.
Alongside the Blood Sacrifice Technique stood the ruthless Cursing Technique—specifically, the Corpse Control Technique. This time, Uchi had cursed himself. He hadn’t expected to succeed because this was a Transcendence-level Cursing Technique with only a fifty percent success rate. To his surprise, he had succeeded; Uchi had transformed into a half-human, half-ghost entity.
With a living body yet controlled by a dead soul, Uchi had become what was long thought lost in Huaxia—a Zombie. However, even as a Zombie, Uchi was at a disadvantage since both of his legs were now broken.
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