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Chapter 207 Death (This volume is coming to an end, you guys can start killing now)
Having spent so many years in Lizhou, the pale-faced scholar naturally knew what 'opening the Yin Gate' meant.

That was a situation where, while traveling on a dark path, they suddenly lost their protection, causing the entire group to fall into danger.

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How did this happen?

The pale-faced scholar felt his mind was a complete mess, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out the reason.

Could it be that monk Zhengde?

No, that's impossible.

The monk Zhengde had already lost his way to the hell realm, and Master Songyang had sealed his Arhat relics. There was no way he could open up a true path to the underworld here.

But in that case...
however.

Before he could think it over, another scream suddenly rang out from the ranks!
The pale-faced scholar looked up and was horrified to see a monster with the lower half of a hand and the upper half of a beautiful woman embracing men one by one and then kissing them deeply.

In just a few breaths, the man's once strong body seemed to have been drained dry, becoming as withered as rotten wood. The beautiful woman tossed the still convulsing body aside as if discarding a large piece of trash, and then the pale-faced scholar revealed a seductive smile.

But this is already considered a relatively good way to die.

Among the ranks were those crawling with worms, riddled with holes; those torn to pieces by a group of little devils, not yet dead; and those being roasted over a fire by a giant fat man, constantly howling and screaming in agony.
None of those who managed to get here were mediocre, but the problem was that there were just too many of these monsters!

Looking around, all I could see were countless pairs of eyes—

And within each pair of eyes lurked a hungry and greedy appetite.

The pale-faced scholar made up his mind on the spot.

Damn it, no matter what happened, now is not the time to hesitate!

Years of fighting have given him a wealth of experience. He may not be the sharpest of minds, but he quickly realized something.

There is still a way to survive!

—While those idiots are being devoured by the monster, I still have a chance to fight my way out!
but.

He wasn't the only one with the same idea.

The pockmarked man also retreated quickly while the monster was preying on its companions, and he glanced at the pale-faced scholar as he passed by.

"Young Master Yu, what exactly is going on?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Who knew things would turn out like this!"

"What should I do?"

"What else can we do?" The pale-faced scholar gritted his teeth. "Let's fight our way out!"

As he spoke, he threw four or five darts, instantly pinning the ghost child to the ground. Before the child could even scream, the soul-corroding poison on the dart tips immediately took effect, melting him completely.

The pockmarked man no longer held back; his enormous eyes opened to their widest extent, emanating a viscous, blood-like light that would instantly cause bones to snap and rupture upon being touched.

Of course, with their reckless use of their abilities, many of their companions were inevitably injured, but the two of them couldn't care less about that now—

In fact, many times they were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at those guys—

After all, every minute these guys delay increases their chances of survival.

The journey back was gradually pushed back, and the distance that hadn't been far when we came seemed exceptionally long now.

Soon, those who were used as cannon fodder were gradually wiped out, and more and more monsters set their sights on the two survivors.

But perseverance pays off. Just as the last scream faded away, the boundary between the mortal world and the underworld came into view!
However, suddenly, both sides' resistance fell silent.

The pale-faced scholar reached into his sleeve several times, but couldn't find even a single hidden weapon. Meanwhile, blood and tears welled up in the pockmarked man's eyes, but he could no longer emit the slightest red light.

Without a doubt, they were both completely exhausted.

But...
Suddenly, the two looked at each other.

Then, they attacked simultaneously!
With his last ounce of strength, the pockmarked man shattered one of his eyeballs, hurling a beam of bloody light at the pale-faced scholar. The pale-faced scholar, in turn, broke off one of his fingers, from which a fragment of bone sprang out.

In the blink of an eye—the pale-faced scholar had half his hand swept away by the bloody light, while the pockmarked man had one of his legs shattered by bone fragments.

However, the loss of his hands did not prevent the pale-faced scholar from escaping, but his calves were gone.
"You damned Jade Gentleman, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!!! And don't get too cocky, you'll be dying here sooner or later!!!"

The final curse had barely been uttered when it was swallowed up by countless cruel laughs.

The pale-faced scholar looked at the pockmarked face, which was being torn and destroyed like a rag doll, spat without hesitation, and then turned and left quickly.
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After sacrificing his last teammate, the pale-faced scholar finally managed to break through the encirclement.

After climbing up a hillside, he finally saw a face.

That was the face of Master Matsuo.

Looking at that face, the pale-faced scholar felt an urge to burst into tears.

At this moment, the other party was even more important than his own father.

The pale-faced scholar, clutching his still bleeding hand, staggered toward the master with a sorrowful expression.

"Master, listen to me! That damned Zhengde, I don't know what method he used, but he actually opened the gates of hell. Now we've been completely wiped out, we must notify everyone immediately!"

However, he suddenly paused halfway through his sentence.

The master, who had been locked in a fierce battle with the petty thief, now stood there leisurely, seemingly taking a stroll. As for Cai Yuankui and Benshan, they huddled to one side, doing who-knows-what.

The thief had vanished without a trace.

The pale-faced scholar hesitated for only a few seconds before guessing what was going on.

—The master is indeed a master. In such a short time, he actually killed that thief completely!

A forced smile appeared on his pale face. He no longer cared about the grudges from years ago; he simply wanted to cling to the master's powerful backer.

However, suddenly, he felt something was off.

There seems to be something extra about the master?
Before he could search carefully, the master walked towards him with his usual peaceful smile.

"You've had a tough time. I really didn't expect you to escape from that desperate situation."

The pale-faced scholar immediately smiled ingratiatingly.

"Master, you flatter me. I just got incredibly lucky."

However, he was interrupted once again before he could finish his humble words.

Wait a minute, Master Mingming didn't come with us, so how did he know we were in a desperate situation?

The pale-faced scholar lowered his gaze, and at that moment, he finally realized what the master possessed.

—It was a sword, a sword as fierce as a tamed tiger, yet remarkably docile.

At this point, unless the pale-faced scholar was a complete idiot, he would understand no matter what.

"You're not a wandering monk of Tantric Buddhism at all; you're that swordsman who slaughtered his way through Lizhou—"

However, it's too late.

He had barely finished speaking when a cold, moonlit light flashed by.

At that moment, someone's voice finally rang out.

"Now that you've finished your hard work, you can go too."

The pale-faced scholar immediately lost all his strength.

In his swaying motion, he only saw Ben Shan's terrified face and someone's unchanging, peaceful smile.

He slipped and fell down the hillside.

Beneath that, countless hungry and mocking eyes were quietly waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)