The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

"Well said, little brother! I want you dead too!"

As soon as Wang Zhenhuan finished speaking, he saw a person emerge from the mist, clapping his hands. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the person as none other than Ao Shuang. After Ao Shuang appeared, she nodded to Wang Zhenhuan, who nodded in return.

Upon seeing this scene, Ao Shuang, who had just been filled with disbelief, instantly turned grim. He grinned and looked at Wang Zhenhuan, asking in a low voice.

When did you discover it?

Wang Zhenhuan smiled at him and said softly, "From beginning to end!"

"Haha! So you were just putting on an act for me earlier?" Ao Shuang, who was standing in front of him, suddenly laughed when she heard Wang Zhenhuan's answer.

"Indeed, it's just a pity that I couldn't take you down in one fell swoop," Wang Zhenhuan said with some regret.

Upon hearing his words, Ao Shuang narrowed his eyes, the killing intent in them almost overflowing. His voice was hoarse and grating, as unpleasant as sawing wood.

"So young, yet so cunning. It's remarkable that you've been acting all this time. If I had known this would happen, I should have killed you with one blow when I first discovered you. Indeed, scheming is the most unreliable thing."

"Since that's the case, let's cut the crap and see who's the real deal!" Ao Shuang suddenly roared at Wang Huanzhen, charging forward and striking him with a palm.

Seeing this, Wang Zhenhuan withdrew and retreated, taking out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and holding it in his hand. As Ao Shuang charged forward, she had already shed her magic and reverted to her evil form.

Meanwhile, the real Ao Shuang stood motionless, watching the two of them. The evil Taoist, seeing that Ao Shuang didn't react, was overjoyed and immediately quickened his pace.

If he can kill Wang Huanzhen before Ao Shuang arrives to rescue him, the outcome tonight is still uncertain. As Wang Huanzhen retreated, he made hand seals and silently chanted incantations.

However, his strength was inferior to that of the evil cultivator, and he wasn't at full strength, so his retreat speed was far slower than the evil cultivator's pursuit. The distance between the two was shrinking at a visible rate.

Three breaths later, the two were less than ten feet apart. Two breaths later, the evil Taoist was less than six feet away from Wang Zhenhuan. Wang Zhenhuan could even see his ferocious face through the mist.

At this moment, Wang Zhenhuan's heart calmed down. His expression was neither sad nor happy, and even his retreating steps slowed considerably. However, his hands did not stop moving. He softly chanted:

"The cold courtyard is filled with sorrow and bitterness, but looking back, my heart is clear. The spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, the book of the true emperor of Zhongshan."

One thought ascends to the highest realm, another thought returns to nothingness; merit descends to the deepest hell, giving rise to all things!

Just as Wang Zhenhuan finished reciting the incantation and before he could utter the decree, the evil Taoist appeared before him. His eyes were wide with rage as he stared intently at Wang Zhenhuan, striking out with a palm against the wound on his chest, a yellow talisman clutched in his hand.

As the saying goes, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. Even if Wang Zhenhuan were to give up his magic now, there would be no time to retreat. In this situation, the only chance of survival is to continue chanting the mantra.

Moreover, he wasn't fighting alone; he believed in himself, and even more so in Ao Shuang. Although they hadn't known each other for long, they had experienced quite a few things together, from underground caves to the Mirage Dragon Illusion.

Both were life-or-death situations, extremely dangerous. But Ao Shuang had never given up on him, so he believed this time would be no different. No matter who you are, everyone feels a deep-seated fear when facing death.

Wang Zhenhuan was no exception; this fear was a human instinct, something that could not be overcome by conscious will. So, in order to overcome the influence of this fear, Wang Zhenhuan simply closed his eyes.

Seeing that Wang Zhenhuan had closed his eyes, the evil Taoist thought he was preparing to die. He was extremely pleased with himself, his face full of the pleasure of avenging his great enemy and the cruelty of about to kill Wang Zhenhuan with his own hands.

*Crack!* *Boom!* —

A crisp sound was followed by a deafening roar. A powerful blast of air blew from in front of Wang Zhenhuan, whipping his white hair back. Wang Zhenhuan opened his eyes and looked over, then smiled with satisfaction.

Before he knew it, Ao Shuang had appeared in front of him. The crisp sound of their clash was the sound of his palm striking the evil cultivator. As for the subsequent boom, although he hadn't seen it, it wasn't hard to guess, since he had just taken a blow from the evil cultivator.

"Little brother, don't worry, I'll handle this!" Ao Shuang's voice came from in front of Wang Zhenhuan, making him feel at ease. He nodded slightly, then looked at the evil Taoist and finished chanting the remaining edict.

"Lord Laozi, by the power of the law! Appear!"

As Wang Zhenhuan finished chanting the mantra, he tossed out the yellow talisman. The talisman instantly burned to ashes in the howling wind. Suddenly, three beams of black light emerged from the ground in front of Wang Zhenhuan.

After the spiritual light dissipated, three immortals were revealed. These three immortals were different from the star officials that Wang Zhenhuan had summoned earlier; they had no physical form, and their appearances were not even clearly visible.

From a distance, they looked like three suits of armor, standing in mid-air. Even at this close range, Wang Huanzhen could see the internal structure of the armor. These three were the ghost generals of Fengdu, summoned by Wang Huanzhen.

As mentioned before, ordained Taoist priests are not harmed by heavenly lightning or summoned deities. Wang Zhenhuan thought long and hard and came up with this idea: if the heavenly things can't harm him, then surely the earthly things can?

Therefore, this time he summoned the ghost generals guarding the underworld. Don't underestimate these underworld ghost generals. Only those who were top generals in their time can be transformed into ghost generals after death to guard the Fengdu underworld. This is a symbol of their status.

After the three ghost generals appeared, they stood still without uttering a sound. However, Wang Zhen could sense that his divine sense was connected to all three of them, and he immediately understood how the ghost generals were used.

It turned out that the summoned ghost general had no physical consciousness. This made things much easier. Wang Zhenhuan mentally gave the three of them orders to kill this evil spirit.

After the three ghost generals sensed Wang Zhenhuan's thoughts, they vanished without a word and suddenly appeared behind the evil Taoist, wielding their large axes and slashing down.

The evil Taoist was already on guard when he saw the three ghost generals suddenly appear. However, he did not expect the ghost generals to be so fast. Helpless, he had no choice but to duck and hide.

But you should know that there was more than just one ghost general in this battle. Just as he was about to crouch down, another ghost general appeared to his left and thrust his spear at his chest.

The last ghost general was not to be outdone, manifesting on the right side of the evil path, wielding a long whip. He lashed out with the whip at the leader of the Three Yangs on the evil path.

From the moment the three ghost generals appeared until now, only a few breaths have passed, yet a deadly situation has been formed!