Chen Yu chuckled and said modestly, "You flatter me, Brother Luo. In the end, it simply comes down to this: I truly have no wish to leave."
Yan Wufeng's expression was cold as he said gravely, "Then we can only ask you to face death with dignity, Brother Chen Yu."
Chen Yu looked calmly at the slit-pupiled old man, utterly composed. "Brother Yan, are you truly certain you can put me to death?"
Yan Wufeng gave a raspy laugh. "Could it be that you still have some secret move hidden away to turn the tables, Brother Chen Yu?"
Luo Ping lightly brushed the dust from his clothes and said admiringly, "Brother Chen, you fought three against one all the way here, yet still managed to injure us this badly. You truly have my admiration!"
Of the three, Luo Ping had been struck by more than a dozen strands of sword qi and was in a sorry state. Youguang Zhou was worse off: not only had sword qi wounded him, but the Nine Yang Divine Skill had also scorched his meridians. Only Yan Wufeng, thanks to his superior physique, had suffered relatively light injuries, though he was far from unscathed.
Youguang Zhou barked decisively, "Enough talk! Chen Yu, die!"
"Eighth Soul Skill-Void Shadow Burst!"
More than a dozen Void Dark Snake clones, each over ten meters long, materialized out of thin air and lunged at Chen Yu like phantoms.
At the sight, Chen Yu shook his head with a smile. "Brother You, why use this move again? Have you run out of other tricks?"
"The Righteous Path Is Fraught with Hardship, The Path Winds Around, Crossing Many Passes. Sword Control: Changing Stars and Shifting Constellations!"
Chen Yu softly recited the verse. The Seven Kill Sword suddenly quivered and pointed toward the