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Wang Tuozi looked up with a face that seemed to say he was infuriated but didn't care. Bai Maoren took seven quick steps forward. Although he had never faced Wang Tuozi directly, he had heard of his fierce and brutal reputation. When dealing with such a person, it was better to strike first. Horan extended his hands, suddenly slicing the tip of his tongue with his thumbnail. A spray of blood shot out, and he dipped his hands in it, rubbing them together as if forming a blade, sending a gust of wind toward Wang Tuozi.
"Release the Yin Blade," Wei Ning thought with a sinking heart, recalling the story of Peng San Po. The Yin Blade was the family secret technique of Peng Family Village, capable of killing without leaving a trace. Those who had not learned it could not even see the blade itself, and this Yin Blade carried a curse that could lock onto a target; it would not retract until the heart's blood was spilled. Wei Ning understood its power and feared for Wang Tuozi's safety, quickly activating his Yin-Yang Eye. While others might not see it, he could protect his master at any moment. Sure enough, a black blade-like object shot swiftly toward Wang Tuozi.
Wang Tuozi snorted coldly, stepping back just in time to narrowly avoid the Yin Blade shot by Bai Maoren. He reached into the air and grasped the Yin Blade, turning it back toward Bai Maoren. "Does your Bai Family have nothing better to show? For hundreds of years, it's always been this broken blade—aren't you tired?"
Bai Maoren caught the Yin Blade and replied with a sneer, "Whether we have something better is our business. As for whether it's worthless or not, I hope you can enlighten me."
Then Bai Maoren spat three more mouthfuls of blood into his hand. The sound of wind filled the air, and those below felt an eerie chill that made their hearts race. Wei Ning saw three black Yin Blades split into upper, middle, and lower paths attacking Wang Tuozi. Wang Tuozi stepped lightly to evade them but found that these three Yin Blades relentlessly followed him as if guided precisely, always just a step behind his head, back, and feet.
"You bastard! Are you asthmatic? Always spitting blood!" Wang Tuozi taunted while dodging. He continued to step lightly as the Yin Blades pursued him but remained calm. He drew a talisman from his hand and scattered phosphorescent powder over it. The powder sparkled like stars upon contact with the air and ignited instantly. Wang Tuozi turned around and swiftly wrote in the air with his finger, shouting "Rise!" Suddenly, a massive Golden Door Panel formed in midair, perfectly blocking the three incoming Yin Blades. A wave of energy swept through as the blades vanished.
The crowd erupted in astonishment; the White Family's Yin Blade technique was one of Zhu You's great secrets. Only members of the Bai Family could truly understand its depths; others had only heard its name. Although they couldn't see the Yin Blade like Wei Ning could, they clearly witnessed Bai Maoren's action to release it and Wang Tuozi's countering technique. The fact that Wang Tuozi casually dispelled what was supposed to be Bai Family's pride—the infallible Yin Blade—left everyone below in awe.
It seemed this scruffy old man was indeed extraordinary.
However, some began to doubt whether the Yin Blade was merely for show as murmurs spread through the crowd.
Bai Maoren appeared unaffected by the audience's jeers. He formed a circle with his index and middle fingers facing his mouth while placing his left palm upward on his lower dantian. Chanting silently in his mind, he suddenly unleashed two Bagua spells inscribed in yellow on black paper—one he consumed while the other ignited in the wind, transforming into a purple lightning bolt that shot toward Wang Tuozi. At this moment, Wang Tuozi finally adopted a serious expression and remarked, "Now this is getting interesting." The long-absent Five Emperor Coins finally spun above Wang Tuozi's head.
At this point, Bai Maoren shouted: "Draw your bow and set your arrow! With my heart method and millions of soldiers at my command—draw your bow and shoot! Protecting and guarding with one mind: Qian Yuan Heng Li Zhen; let the Underworld transform into countless soldiers."
Wang Tuozi quickly retreated, shouting in alarm: "Bai Family brat! You dare attach Yin Soldiers to your broken blade? Are you not afraid of attracting heavenly wrath?"
Bai Maoren said, "If I can eliminate the threat to Zhu You, I would not hesitate to sacrifice my head!"
Wang Tuozi chuckled mockingly, "Enough of that. Who doesn't know you're just a hypocrite pretending to be noble? It's a pity your method of summoning Yin Soldiers is something left over from Grandpa's time; you should learn a thing or two." With that, he formed a sinister gesture with his hand. The Five Emperor Coins in the air shone even brighter as Wang Tuozi pulled out Blood Spirit Liquid from his pocket. This so-called Blood Spirit Liquid was a unique 'thing' made from the blood of women's placentas, with a production method that was mysterious and difficult to learn. It was generally hard to find in the Ghost Market, and even if one did, it would cost a five-figure sum. It seemed Wang Tuozi had invested quite a bit.
Wang Tuozi threw the Blood Spirit Liquid into the air, instantly dyeing the Five Emperor Coins crimson. The red light spread out, illuminating the entire night sky. Wang Tuozi chanted urgently, "Open the gate, open the earth gate! Divine Earth shall arrange the troops half and half. Five Thunder Bagua formation gate, for the left hand of man is metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Strike and scatter their souls; do not linger on the ground!"
As Wang Tuozi recited, he stepped back until he had chanted seven times. The red light from the Five Emperor Coins flickered above his head. The spectators below squinted against the blinding light but were reluctant to look away from such an intense battle.
Wang Tuozi suddenly halted, forming a Vajra gesture with his hand and writing "Thunderfire" in mid-air. Just then, the purple lightning that had been on Wang Tuozi's clothing exploded with a bang. The red light surrounding the Five Emperor Coins enveloped him completely. When this purple lightning met the red light, it ignited like a stick soaked in gasoline and was instantly reduced to ashes.
Bai Maoren stumbled, nearly losing his balance as he was hit by the backlash of the Yin Blade, turning pale and unable to suppress a mouthful of blood.
Wang Tuozi laughed heartily and said, "The Bai Family's broken blade is nothing but trivial. Now watch my methods!" With that, Wang Tuozi took out seven Yama Talismans—six gold and one black—holding them in his right hand while igniting Gold Paper with his left hand in a thunderous roar. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, focusing inwardly as he took seven breaths and tapped his teeth seven times. Gradually, white mist appeared at his nostrils, about the size of soybeans. In an instant, it enveloped his entire body in layers—nine layers in total—from his feet to his head. Wang Tuozi swallowed liquid seven times again and tapped his teeth seven times more. As white mist swirled around him like an Immortal being, he shouted loudly, "Where are the corpse dogs! Where are the hidden arrows! Where are the sparrow's shadows! Where are the devouring thieves! Where is the poison! Where is the purification! Where are the foul lungs!"
As this technique was unleashed, the older spectators below turned pale in unison and exclaimed loudly.
Fang Yujue's face was filled with undeniable shock as he muttered to himself, "Forbidden Technique... Forbidden Technique! Manufacturing the Seven Souls Technique is indeed a Forbidden Technique! How could Wang Chuyi be so bold and ruthless as to dare practice such a Forbidden Technique? He will face retribution!"
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