"Perhaps Heaven's will was not on our side."
"Fortunately, I hid the supplies and left behind some spiritual guidance. I hoped they could find them."
Mao Yong'an smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and stubbornly steadied himself.
Several more savage wounds had appeared on his body. Soaked in blood, he looked like a bloody man.
Opposite him stood a Ghost King, greedily watching him.
Strong Man was still in a deep coma.
Mao Yong'an swayed for a while before finally managing to stand firm. He stared directly at the ghost before him, his eyes devoid of fear, holding only regret.
Regret that he had not sent Strong Man back.
"Come on."
"No matter what, this young master is the current Dao Child of Dao City. I can't disgrace my ancestors."
Mao Yong'an chuckled as several talismans appeared in his hand.
Talismans that he could normally activate with ease refused to move despite his repeated efforts, given his current condition and his threadbare spiritual power.
"Heh, I still disgraced myself."
"When a Dao Child dies, he actually dies like a brute... with a sword."
With a self-mocking smile, Mao Yong'an tossed the talismans onto the ground, then pulled out a longsword from his cloth bag and waited for the Ghost King's charge.
The Ghost King clearly did not give him more time to prepare. Ghostly energy surged, and in the next second, it was already upon him.
But—
"Little Mao, I always feel like you're insulting me, but I have no proof."
With a light laugh, Wang Ye appeared beside the Ghost King in the next second. He casually waved his hand, and the Ghost King's head exploded.
Then—
A flash of sword light streaked past. Lu Dongbin, his face dark, sliced the remaining body into several pieces.
After the Third