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2274 Holding the Sword with Both Hands With No Need to Retreat

After reaching his destination, Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit hovered in the air while gazing down.

In this moment, the residential area lay concealed beneath a thick layer of fog. Yet, the ordinary passersby, navigating through the residential area, paid no heed to the fog and continued on nonchalantly.

They couldn’t perceive the fog at all.

Even the sounds originating from within the residential area were trapped by the fog and couldn’t escape into the outside world.

“The world is truly on the cusp of change,” Song Shuhang mused softly.

Within just one day, numerous locations in the Jiangnan area had become infested with malevolent spirits. As per Senior Thrice Reckless’ words, this was at least a foreboding sign for the G Cup.

“I need to investigate.” the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Combined Magical Treasure whirled around Song Shuhang.

The Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber trailed from a distance and joined the ranks of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts ‘Combined Magical Treasure to encircle Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit with a cheerful demeanor.

“What brings you here?” Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit gently made contact with the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber.

The Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber emitted a contented hum.

“Let’s venture inside and take a closer look. Otherwise, we won’t be able to discern Evil Claw’s true form,” Song Shuhang said.

The fog below was a smokescreen conjured by Evil Claw, not his actual body.

Evil Claw was rather weak.

With Song Shuhang’s Seventh Stage Venerable level and the protection of his immense power of virtue, he was inherently untroubled by this nascent evil.

Beneath the safeguard of the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber and the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts ‘Combined Magical Treasure, Song Shuhang plunged into the fog and pinpointed the spot where the feeble holy light had emanated.

At the same time, Song Shuhang briskly recollected the contents of the book bestowed upon him by Senior White Two. He contrasted the knowledge regarding the ‘Evil Evil’ below with the book’s contents and hoped to uncover the true nature of the Evil source.

After his Essence Soul penetrated the array, he swiftly soared toward the coordinates where the faint holy light had manifested.

In the following instant, Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit underwent a slight jolt.

Down below, a familiar middle-aged man with golden hair wielded a greatsword with both hands while panting heavily.

It was his chief disciple, Joseph Guy Mobsang.

“Did that holy light just now originate from Joseph?” Song Shuhang regarded Joseph with astonishment.

He had indeed taught Joseph a technique from the ❮ Holy Light Sword Technique ❯—the Holy Light Evil-Slaying Sword.

However, Joseph was already well advanced in years and far past the age for cultivation. With the Holy Light Evil-Slaying Sword in hand, he could manage, at best, a single stance. Logically speaking, he couldn’t cultivate any energy.

Be it the Holy Light or the blood essence of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Joseph, in his forties, had no capability to cultivate them.

Yet, Joseph had managed to release Holy Light.

“Reality often eludes theories,’” Song Shuhang remarked with a smile.

Joseph had expended a substantial amount of energy executing the Holy Light Evil-Slaying Sword. Clearly, the blood essence power stored within him had been instantly depleted, even overdrawn.

If his Vitality wasn’t replenished, Joseph would undoubtedly fall gravely ill.

Before Joseph, a ferocious black shadow that resembled a curled-up furball but adorned with massive claws, eyed him warily while remaining by the courtyard door.

This black shadow bore a scar with a trace of Holy Light lingering within it.

Evil Claw roamed the courtyard like a ravenous wolf eyeing its prey.

The dense fog veiled its form and masked its position from Joseph.

Yet, such elementary camouflage couldn’t hope to deceive Song Shuhang.

Evil Claw emitted a shrill cry and lunged at Joseph. However, midway through the attack, it shifted noiselessly to circle around Joseph’s side.

Joseph, in his weakened state, was indeed entranced by the squeak. His attention remained riveted where Evil Claw had been. He was oblivious to the fact that Evil Claw was closing in from the side.

Its sharp, malevolent claws reached out for Joseph’s waist.

“This is outrageous!” Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit’s expression stiffened.

He didn’t hit people in the face, and he didn’t go for kidney shots.

If he couldn’t maintain these standards, how could he be considered truly evil?

Hence, Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit’s left eye gleamed as a beam of light swiftly traversed toward Evil Claw.

Although he didn’t possess the Scholarly Sage’s eye, he was already a Seventh Stage Venerable. With his ‘Expert Appraisal Technique,’ even entities below the Seventh Stage Realm would experience a surge of motherly affection.

For this fledgling Evil Claw, its individual quality rated no more than Rank-2. At most, it was a Rank-3.

After the ‘Expert Appraisal Technique’ landed on Evil Claw, it tumbled to the ground with a thud.

Its spherical form swelled and rolled across the ground in agony.

Joseph, on the other hand, keenly detected Evil Claw landing on the ground. He swung his greatsword with all his might toward the source of the impact.

The sword cleaved directly into Evil Claw’s expanding body, a seamless execution. Truly befitting of the legacy of Song Shuhang’s faction.

“Squeak squeak~” Evil Claw wailed repeatedly as it scuttled away frantically.

It cast its gaze upward.

But with its cultivation level, it was entirely incapable of sensing Song Shuhang’s Seventh Stage primordial spirit.

After scrutinizing its surroundings and finding nothing amiss, it lowered its head in puzzlement. The newborn Evil Wang was hardly possessed of profound intelligence.

“Squeak squeak~” At this moment, a series of sounds reverberated from the surroundings.

From the neighboring residence, over ten evil claws soared over and infiltrated Joseph’s courtyard.

These razor-sharp claws formed a collective formation.

Within the small courtyard, the dense fog lifted—a result of Song Shuhang’s ‘Expert Appraisal Technique.’

The skill’s influence was truly pervasive. Not only did it subject Evil Claw to the pangs of affection, but it also directly dispelled the fog concealing an area with a five-meter radius.

As the fog dissipated, Joseph’s countenance stiffened. “D*mn it, I’m a goner now.”

He beheld eleven monstrosities converging on him.

He had exerted himself with every swing, but he hadn’t managed to eliminate a single monster. Now, there were ten more monsters of equivalent strength.

How was he supposed to face this?

Joseph gazed back behind him with a rueful expression.

His family, his wife, his daughter—everything precious to him lay there.

There was no retreat.

He couldn’t retreat.

Even if it meant death, he couldn’t retreat.

Joseph clutched his greatsword with tenacity, but the sensation of feebleness surged within him. The once-mighty greatsword he usually brandished fiercely had transformed into an unbearable weight.

Even his eyelids grew heavy.

“It’s a shame… If only I could learn another technique from Master… If only I could attain the same prowess as Master…” Joseph muttered.

Before him, eleven claws sensed Joseph’s vulnerability.

In an instant, they launched a coordinated assault. Eleven sets of lethal claws aimed to rend Joseph apart.

“Aaah!” Joseph bellowed and mustered all his strength to hoist his greatsword.

[Hold fast, grip your sword tenaciously.] Perhaps it was because he stood on the brink of demise that he experienced a hallucination. Joseph actually heard his master’s voice resounding in his ears.

A droplet of ‘water’ trickled from his parched lips, down his throat, and into his body.

It was as though a new force surged from within him.

His master’s voice echoed once more.

Simultaneously, an invisible force guided his body and compelled him to assume a brand-new ‘sword-wielding’ stance.

Joseph seized the moment and struck out with his sword.

A radiant Holy Light erupted from his blade.

This Holy Light coalesced into a colossal cross, enveloping the eleven demonic claws before him.

It was the second posture of the ❮ Holy Light Sword Technique ❯—the Holy Light Cross Blade.

[Sword Technique: Fight for Glory!]