A Night of Desperation

Chapter 308: Night 306, Part 2

"Mad? We might not be mad, but you definitely are about to lose your minds," Yuan Ming said with a smile.

With a sudden movement, he clasped his hands together, forming seals rapidly. In an instant, layers of white cloth enveloped Yu Hen and the others, quickly forming into a huge cocoon.

To be honest, the strength of these old men was a bit beyond his expectations, but no matter, just hold on a little longer. Their Daoist Skills were not what they used to be. Using the Inheritance Dao Artifacts put a tremendous strain on them, and with their physical conditions, they could last at most ten minutes.

"By the way, you don’t seriously believe that by sending away the Dao Seed Disciples, they can be unharmed, do you?"

"Heh, so what if I know?" Yu Hen sneered coldly. "It so happens that Ku Chan of Zihe Palace is nearby. Once he receives the call for help and arrives, you will all die!"

"Ku Chan is formidable indeed, but do you think you can last until his arrival?" Yuan Ming and his companions couldn’t help but laugh.

"All signals nearby are blocked by us, mobile phones cannot communicate. As for the disciples who ran away, do you think... there are people from the Yu Generation among us, would there be none among the disciples?"

With those words, a sense of foreboding suddenly rose within Yu Hen and the others.

"You...!!"

A large vase smashed heavily onto the back of Yu Hong’s head, shattering on impact.

He was just about to get into the car, one foot on the step by the door, the other still on the ground, not yet lifted.

As a result...

His head was hit hard.

He stood quietly in place.

Blood, slowly dripping onto the brown concrete floor, sticky and fishy.

But this blood wasn’t Yu Hong’s.

It was from the hands of the bewildered Taoist behind him who was holding the broken vase.

The shards of the vase had sliced through his hand, creating a deep gash and blood was flowing.

However, this Taoist guy, seeing that Yu Hong was hit yet turned around as if nothing happened, felt more panic in his heart than pain in his hand.

"Is... is your head made of iron?!" he couldn’t help but shout, stepping back.

"Speaking of which, where did you get that vase from?" Yu Hong calmly looked at him.

"....." The Taoist stepped back a few steps, joining the others.

"Attack!"

All of a sudden, they pulled out black guns from behind their waists, aimed at Yu Hong and his companions.

Click.

The sound of safeties being switched off echoed.

Just then, a figure flashed by, and Yu Hong suddenly leaped several meters. In the time before they could even pull their triggers, he delivered a sidekick.

Boom!!

The kick landed squarely on the waist of the gun-wielding Taoist.

With a dull roar, an immense and terrifying force exploded instantaneously. The Taoist was sent flying without as much as a grunt, toppling five people in a row before crashing heavily against the side of another bus.

The side of the bus caved in violently, and the Taoist instantly lost his life, blood oozing from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

Not just him, the other several armed individuals were also struck by this kick, losing their ability to fight, collapsing with broken bones, screaming in agony.

Only at this moment did Zheng Xia and the rest come back to their senses, staring dumbfoundedly at Yu Hong.

From the beginning when Yu Hong was ambushed, to the counter-kill that happened in just a few moments. The altercation was over in an instant.

By the time they recovered, the armed Taoists were already on the ground, powerless to resist.

They had not even begun to be shocked by Yu Hong’s terrifying strength.

"Zheng Rou, what are you...!?" Zheng Xia quickly called out.

Then, an irritating clapping sound drifted over from not too far away.

The clapping was incredibly distinct; one second it was far away, the next it was just a dozen meters away.

"Nice moves."

A refreshing young male voice came from the entrance of the parking area.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a towering, burly man with long brown hair approaching step by step. With his square face and dark, deep-set eyes, he advanced towards them.

"In just a few months, Qingchen Temple probably hasn’t given you much sense of belonging, Yu Hong. Why not leave Qingchen Temple and join us? With your talent and ability, you should be able to surpass your current level soon," the muscular man said with a smile.

Clap clap clap clap.

Meanwhile, as the man continued to approach, everyone finally saw that following him out of the darkness were similarly tall and sturdy figures in black.

"It’s... Copper Soldiers! These people are from the Mud Doll Sect, those are Copper Corpses, everyone be careful!" Zheng Xia was the first to recognize the origins of the newcomers, fear evident on her face.

Copper Corpses??

Yu Hong frowned, shocked to find such things in this place!

"They are after me, you guys go first!" he gestured with his hand, signaling Zheng Xia to take the others and leave.

"But..."

"There are no ’buts,’ go! I can’t look after all of you alone!" Yu Hong said sternly.

Zheng Xia, recalling how she was easily defeated earlier, knew that if they engaged in pure Daoist Magic Technique battles, she might be of some use. But in this kind of real combat that integrated with reality, she fell far short.

Thinking back to the dramatic scene she had just witnessed, Yu Hong’s combat power seemed even stronger than when he confronted her before.

Immediately, she led the group of young Taoists and retreated quickly.

"Once we get out of the signal blocking area, we’ll immediately inform Ku Chan from Zihe Palace. Zheng Rou, you must hold on, prioritizing buying time!"

"Don’t worry, I’m fine." Yu Hong didn’t even turn his head, just waved his hand. "Go."

Zheng Xia said no more, turned, and led the group off at a quick pace.

The burly man was just about to speak when he saw Yu Hong too starting to run swiftly in another direction.

"Thinking of running!"

He was one of the Primordial Embryo’s seven sons, known for the strongest tracking skills, which was why he was sent to handle this matter.

"If you get away from me like this, I won’t be able to show my face in the sect anymore!"

Bang.

In an instant, he and the group of Copper Soldiers beside him turned into dark shadows, chasing tightly after Yu Hong.

The two figures—one chasing, one fleeing—disappeared into the distance.

Not until he reached the roller skating plaza in front of a shopping mall did Yu Hong stop.

At this late, quiet hour of the night, the plaza was deserted except for the dim lights and the occasional passing car.

Yu Hong paused, standing at the edge of the green belt.

He steadied himself against a trimmed plane tree by the roadside and turned to face the other person.

"Do we really have to be this ruthless?"

"We’ve tolerated your Qingchen Temple for so many years, we’ve done everything we could. This isn’t ruthlessness; starting tonight, Qingchen Temple will peacefully merge into our Mud Doll Sect," the burly man said with a smile.

"Furthermore," he paused and looked to the right of Yu Hong, "did you think you would be safe by fleeing here?"

From the shadows to the right, a similarly burly and tall woman with dirty dreadlocks, holding a familiar young Taoist in one hand, approached and stepped into the light.

The young Taoist, swaying to reveal his face, was none other than Zheng Ming, who had been sent earlier to deal with the case!

"Yuan He, haven’t you dealt with it yet? You’re too slow," the dreadlocked woman said discontentedly.

The burly man chuckled.

"I just wanted to try persuading through education, after all, this one only joined Qingchen Temple a few months ago. Maybe we could sincerely convince him to join us. A twist against the natural course is bound to be ungracious."

"Heh, Yuan Ming, the boss, is waiting; hurry up," the dreadlocked woman scoffed with a disdainful laugh. She moved her feet, subtly positioning Yu Hong between the two of them.

"What do you say? One last question, Yu Hong, do you want to renounce darkness for light and join us?" the burly man Yuan He asked gently again.

"To be honest," Yu Hong lowered his hand, flexing his fingers, "I’m actually very willing."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The premise is, if you can survive...."

Before he finished speaking.

Before the two had time to understand what he meant.

Whoosh!

Around the plaza, from the shadows, pairs of dark red eyes lit up one after another.

Tens of pairs of greedy, hunger-only eyes locked onto the two from all directions.

"!!!"

"!!"

Expressions on both their faces froze instantly, and after a second of hesitation.

Yuan He immediately reached for his mobile phone at his waist, but it was already too late.

Nearby, Dragon Lizards had already lunged forward, closing in.

Hiss!!

Streaks of dark red flame shot out, hitting him in the back in the blink of an eye, engulfing him.

On the other side, the dreadlocked woman rolled on the ground, releasing Zheng Ming, and vigilantly avoided the flames’ assault.

"What the hell are these!!?" She kept dodging, evading the onslaught of Dragon Lizards, demonstrating extremely agile maneuvers.

In the world of Hope City, she could have held her own against a moderately strong enhanced person.

But such struggles were futile.

Because there were simply too many Dragon Lizards attacking.

Forty Dragon Lizards attacked at the same time, each one much faster than her.

Such a battle was almost without suspense.

Just as the woman was about to be overwhelmed by the massive dark red flames,

She raised her right hand high, from which a flicker of purple-black light that only those knowledgeable in Daoist Skills could see shone intensely.

"Heaven and Earth Summon..."

Boom!!

A dull thud.

In the purple-black light, the massive spiritual power fluctuation, comparable to a Level Eight Black Disaster, had barely caused a ripple before it instantly went out.

A Dragon Lizard brutally hit her in the small of her back, accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones.

The woman let out a pained cry, sliding forward several meters, and began to vomit blood profusely.

Plop.

The item in her hand fell to the ground, rolling a few meters away.

"My...!!"

The woman struggled to reach out, crawling forward, trying to grasp the object again.

But a black boot gently stepped on it.

Yu Hong bent down to pick it up and examined it.

It was a palm-sized, purple-black carved stone of a coiled snake, which looked exquisite and delicate, with even the snake’s scales and pupils carved out.

"That’s why I hate variables that were not part of the plan."

He looked down at the woman.

"Qingchen Temple was my chosen optimal starting point."

He placed the stone carving back in her hand.

"You wanted to disrupt my intended starting point, which means disrupting my plan, and for the future of the world, I can only ask you to die."

"You...!!"

The dreadlocked woman’s pupils shrank, and by now, she had clearly realized something was wrong.

This so-called righteous and gentle Taoist in front of her, feared to be like the undercover agent they had sent, also with a special purpose to join the Qingchen Temple.

Moreover, this man hid deeper and more brutally!

With such terrifying strength, he was at least on the same level as their leader Yuan Ming and yet pretended to be a disciple.

Looking at it this way, his aim... probably wasn’t Qingchen Temple at all!

But to use it as a springboard to climb the entire Taoist Sect!!

But realizing this at this moment was already too late.

Boom.

A great expanse of dark red viscous flames surged from all directions, completely drowning the woman.