At this moment, Daoist Crow had also reached his limit.
In a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't even be able to defeat my Uncle in his current state.
Facing a host of Wudang elders and True Person Cangsong, he stood no chance.
At this point, Daoist Crow passively blocked a few rounds before being kicked down.
He fell from the rooftop to the ground.
He was only about ten meters away from me.
True Person Cangsong saw this and prepared to strike him down.
But my Uncle shouted:
"Senior Brother Cangsong, leave this demon to me!"
True Person Cangsong was stunned by these words.
Without asking further, he simply nodded.
Then my Uncle leaped down, holding his broadsword.
Arcs of electricity danced around his body:
"Demon, you bullied my junior nephew and disciple, you're finished today."
My Uncle was seething with anger.
His peripheral vision swept over to our side.
I was relatively fine; though covered in blood, I was still standing.
Old Mo, however, was being supported by Xiao Yao nearby and couldn't even stand.
Daoist Crow saw that all directions—rooftops, walls, the ground—
were filled with our people.
His subordinates, the sneaky ones, including those red-clothed fierce spirits, had all been killed.
The remaining residual evil spirits were also being dealt with by other Wudang disciples…
He was completely surrounded, trapped in a dead end.
Daoist Crow's expression sank to its absolute lowest.
Perhaps he never imagined that after initially surrounding us juniors and pushing us to the brink of death,
toying with us like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly torturing us to satisfy his perverse desires,
the situation would completely reverse now.
He had become the mouse, and we had become the cat.
"What a pity, so close.
If this humble daoist had summoned ten powerful red ghosts from the start and attacked with all my might, this situation wouldn't have occurred."
Daoist Crow lamented regretfully.
Knowing there was no escape and begging for mercy was meaningless, he became defiant.
His eyes glared venomously at us.
The intense regret made him extremely self-reproachful.
"I'll give you a chance. Fight me one-on-one.
If you win, I'll let you go.
If you lose, you leave your life behind."
My Uncle was furious.
To be honest, in our line of work, we rarely engage in such duels with enemies.
Especially when we held absolute superiority.
Killing them outright was the sensible action; a duel was a waste of time.
However, the reason my Uncle insisted on this was seeing me and Old Mo covered in blood and injured, wanting to vent his rage.
Daoist Crow's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
He felt a glimmer of hope.
"Really?"
"My vow as Hǔ Xiào is as solid as a mountain. If you can kill me here, you may leave."
My Uncle spoke with great presence.
Everyone around them remained silent.
Daoist Crow heard this and glanced at True Person Cangsong not far away.
After all, he was the Alliance Leader of the Dao Alliance, the strongest here, True Person Cangsong.
True Person Cangsong remained silent, which was taken as consent.
"Very well! This humble daoist, Crow, will engage you in a duel to the death."
With that, Daoist Crow let out a low growl.
His entire being surged with power, dark energy billowing.
A phantom image of a black crow appeared behind him.
Daoist Crow's face began to distort, and he grew a crow's beak.
Seeing this, many were astonished by his appearance.
My Uncle merely snorted coldly:
"Heretical path."
Daoist Crow, however, let out a "Caw!" a crow's screech.
The billowing black energy surged directly towards my Uncle.
"Such potent evil energy!"
"It's evil energy! Fall back, contact with it will corrode your muscles."
"..."
Many Wudang disciples exclaimed, retreating rapidly.
The surrounding spirits also moved to shield me, preventing the black evil energy from touching me.
Wherever the evil energy passed, even the stone slabs on the ground were corroded, forming small holes, and the weeds instantly withered into ashes…
My Uncle, holding his broadsword, let out a cold snort and swung his sword:
"Break!"
My Uncle roared, and at that moment, arcs of electricity erupted.
With crackling sounds and the explosive pops of current, the black evil energy was instantly shattered.
He then lunged directly at Daoist Crow.
Daoist Crow was greatly alarmed, not expecting my Uncle to be so formidable, to be able to directly counter his strongest offensive technique.
He could only retreat repeatedly.
My Uncle, crackling with electricity, raised his hand and struck with his sword:
"You can die now."
Accompanied by a furious roar, my Uncle's sword descended.
It carried an arc of electricity, which crackled as it swung towards Daoist Crow.
Daoist Crow panicked, and his crow's beak let out a guttural cry:
"Ah!"
He raised his black staff, attempting to block.
However, it was utterly useless.
In this state, my Uncle was nearly invincible among those of the same rank.
With a thunderous explosion and crackling arcs of electricity leaping outwards,
Daoist Crow let out another scream.
Then, an arc of electricity was seen piercing through Daoist Crow's body.
Finally, with a resounding bang, Daoist Crow's body was blown to smithereens, his flesh and blood mangled.
But my Uncle wasn't finished.
Even if the physical body died, the soul remained.
And Daoist Crow was, after all, an evil cultivator.
This body was merely a vessel for his returning soul.
My Uncle did not cease his movements. He took a step forward, raised his hand, and grabbed Daoist Crow's soul by the neck.
As the black energy dissipated, in the center of the battlefield,
only the image of my Uncle holding Daoist Crow's soul by the neck remained.
Daoist Crow, even in the face of death, could not face it with equanimity.
His face was contorted with extreme fear, his eyes filled with the terror of death.
From his mouth came sounds of pain, "Ugh, ah…"