Xiang Beifei was startled by a coffin that seemed like a ghostly figure, and he wasn’t in a good mood. This time, he couldn’t be bothered to say a word, and with a tremor in his hand, the Wufeng sword’s light instantly swept out!
The sword light flashed a white beam in the air, carrying the momentum of Spiritual Power, and struck the coffin immediately!
The sharp sword light emitted a metallic clash on the coffin, causing sparks to burst forth!
This wooden coffin was incredibly sturdy, with a formidable aura seemingly contained within, boldly withstanding Xiang Beifei’s strike!
Though the coffin was unscathed by Xiang Beifei’s attack, it retreated, standing not far off, seemingly unwilling to clash directly with Xiang Beifei again, only presenting its dark, silent lid to him.
Xiang Beifei frowned, flames already igniting on the sword light, intending to chop the coffin down for firewood!
He took a step forward, the burning Yang swirling in his hand, advancing to strike the coffin.
The coffin, though seven feet three, was peculiarly agile, immediately tilting to the left, narrowly avoiding the burning Yang from Xiang Beifei’s palm. Xiang Beifei spun around, kicking out with a foot, flames of burning Yang also rising instantly on his foot, swiftly kicking towards the coffin.
Yet, the coffin shifted once more, causing Xiang Beifei’s left foot to graze by its edge, not even the flames of the burning Yang could touch it.
The second floor also had tables and chairs, similar to the first floor, but as the coffin dodged, those tables and chairs seemed almost conscious, floating aside, giving Xiang Beifei and the coffin room.
Xiang Beifei stomped his raised left foot down on the floor!
The burning Yang began to blaze directly along the floorboards, rapidly spreading across the surface where the coffin stood, causing the coffin to leap into the air, dodging the fiery assault.
Xiang Beifei frowned slightly, noticing something peculiar about the floor. The burning Yang was an intensely powerful flame; everything under heaven is composed of Yin and Yang, and naturally, burning Yang incinerates the Yang of the target, causing it to lose balance.
Enticing as it was, the floor seemed to have a bizarre aura sufficient to counter Xiang Beifei’s burning Yang, neutralizing its explosive power. The flame of burning Yang seemed to lose its offensive power, blocked.
But quickly, Xiang Beifei seemed to realize something, his white flames halting for a moment, then in an instant, transforming into black flames!
The black flames enveloped Xiang Beifei, shrouding him in a chilling aura, as if just crawling out from the shadows of the Nine Hells, intensely cold.
The black flames swiftly spread along his foot onto the floorboards!
The floor changed, seemingly unable to withstand Xiang Beifei’s black flames, splitting apart!
The black flames ignited the floor, stirring up a frigid aura in all directions, making the air vibrate with unease.
The black flames, as if encountering abundant fuel, rapidly clung to each table and chair, with those previously dodging tables and chairs now caught, all engulfed in flames.
Xiang Beifei had learned not only the burning Yang from Daoist Qingyang but also the burning Yin!
These are two distinctly different auras; one consumes the Yang of the target, while the other burns the Yin of the target!
Realizing that the burning Yang was ineffective here, he quickly realized that to deal with such a place, only "burning Yin" would suffice!
Burning Yin can incinerate the Yin energy, and ever since he stepped into this city, all he saw were chilling auras; there wasn’t much Yang energy for the burning Yang to utilize.
When "burning Yin" was ignited, those initially protected by the Yin energy tables and chairs, like diesel, immediately caught fire.
The black flames spun in the air, having already set the entire inn ablaze, quickly surrounding the coffin.
The coffin trembled slightly, seemingly contemplating which direction to move in, but Xiang Beifei took another step forward, a black and white Yin and Yang aura appearing beneath his foot, instantly closing in on the coffin, his right hand drawing the Wufeng from mid-air!
This time, the Wufeng sword’s light shimmered with a pure black aura, the sword’s edge exuding a cold, sinister black edge!
"I have to see what’s inside you!"
Xiang Beifei’s gaze flickered with black flames, this time the Wufeng sword’s light targeted where the coffin would dodge, making evasion impossible!
Yet at this moment, a voice softly echoed from the darkness.
"If I were you, I wouldn’t strike down."
This voice seemed strange, melancholic, sounding quite odd.
Xiang Beifei furrowed his brow.
However, his sword light halted just an inch from the coffin.
He turned around, looking towards the edge of the second-floor window.
On the second floor, there was a small corridor where, at some point, a figure had appeared.
Xiang Beifei’s eyes settled on this figure.
The figure stood with its back to him, half of its face hidden in darkness, but from the silhouette, it seemed to be a middle-aged man.
The figure on top had no interface.
It wasn’t the apparition he had observed earlier.
Xiang Beifei warily eyed this person.
From the moment he entered this haunted town until now, he had finally encountered a living person—if indeed alive. He couldn’t ascertain if the figure with the interface moments ago could be counted.