Suddenly, a piercing whistle rang out from the distant horizon where sea met sky. Two more strange figures in purple robes came racing over the waves.
Beneath their feet were Ghost-Face Sails refined from fishermen's corpses. One held a jet-black staff covered in eerie runes; the other carried a folding fan painted with the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts.
The purple-robed men moved with incredible speed, reaching the Vertical Sword Sect's sword cultivators in the blink of an eye. A staff swept sideways, its wind tearing through the air like a tornado. Before one sword cultivator could raise his sword to block, his head burst like a watermelon, spraying red and white matter everywhere.
The other man opened his folding fan, and the hundred ghosts painted upon it abruptly came alive. Countless strands of primordial energy, thin as black silk, poured down like rain. The Vertical Sword Sect cultivators raised their swords, weaving their sword qi into a net, yet three or four were still pierced by the black strands and fell screaming into the sea.
Mo Daiyan's eyes nearly split with rage. Abandoning defense, he attacked with all his strength. His sword thrust forward, its rainbow-like sword qi becoming a streak of light aimed straight at the purple-robed man's throat. Yet his opponent moved with uncanny strangeness, dissolving like smoke and reappearing behind Mo Daiyan.
The staff swept across. Mo Daiyan barely dodged it, only for the other purple-robed man to ambush him with his fan. Black strands of primordial energy coiled around his body, and blood immediately gushed from his mouth.
"The Vertical Sword Sect... will never let you get away with this!"
Mustering his last breath, Mo Daiyan crushed a Message Jade Slip. It became a streak of light and vanished into the dark clouds.
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