Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

The red domain unfolded, spreading out in an instant.

A ten-meter-tall silver-haired Daoist phantom stood tall within the iron curtain.

Under the Extreme Origin, the Daoist's silver hair and eyebrows and his pupils were cold and indifferent, with a white sun rising from his pupils.

Dragons and tigers roared, two dragon and tiger phantoms broke free from the surface of the Daoist's body, starting to circle around Yi Chen's Cultivation Body.

The Extreme Origin flowed down Yi Chen's large hand onto the Dragon-Slaying Sword, forcibly extending the sword's glow to four meters long, flickering unstably, with the aid of the Extreme Origin.

The grey demonic energy falling from the iron curtain had not yet approached within three meters of Yi Chen's Cultivation Body before it was evaporated by the scorching force of the Extreme Origin.

"Is it you two bugs who want to spare Taoist a way out?" The silver-haired Daoist revealed a ferocious smile, uttering, "You even dare to ambush Taoist, truly bold!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible, how can your mystic Daoist arts still possess such power under the Deep Silence formation? You, a junior, is this an illusion?" Ghost Youzi's face was shockingly incredulous.

"Real or fake, wouldn't we know if we try? Brother Ghost," Xue Qianqiu looked at Yi Chen's Cultivation Body cautiously, with two streams of blood-colored lights forming sharp claws already covering his palms.

"Brother Blood speaks sense." Ghost Youzi nodded slowly, a black skull suddenly appeared in his left hand, and a segment of white bones from some unknown creature in his right.

Thump.

A clear sound rang out abruptly.

Ghost Youzi lifted the bone and tapped it lightly on the black skull, a row of skull phantoms suddenly burgeoned, surging towards Yi Chen.

Xue Qianqiu was not falling behind either, his two huge bloody claw shadows rushed straight for Yi Chen's neck.

"How daring!"

"Yang Ji · Four Symbols," Yi Chen stood tall to receive the attack.

Ghost Youzi's move was like a hurricane.

Yi Chen's sword moved to purge evil.

Suddenly, four large Daoist phantoms appeared in the air.

Two swords met the skull flood, while two swords slashed at the pale-faced scholar.

One must despise the enemy tactically, yet take the opponent seriously strategically. To gauge the measure of the two who had ambushed him, Yi Chen had used the Yang Ji technique from the start.

Boom!

A huge explosion sounded.

The wind whipped up dust and sand!

Stones fell and mud flew!

In the blasts of silver-white Sword Qi, Ghost Youzi and Xue Qianqiu were pushed back a hundred meters before they could halt their figures.

Yi Chen also retreated ten meters from the massive recoil.

"Damn it! It's not an illusion."

"This is the fifth-ranked on the Dragon Tiger List?" Ghost Youzi and Xue Qianqiu exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's thoughts.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you say to a truce? Within this cavern, we wish not to both suffer losses," Ghost Youzi couldn't help but speak.

Yi Chen's strength greatly exceeded their expectations.

"It's truly ... truly delightful, the sensation of being stretched out, Previously, the pressure had almost crushed me."

Yi Chen did not directly respond to Ghost Youzi, but licked his lips instead, his gaze fixed dead on Ghost Youzi, as if appraising an incomparable treasure.

"Just you two wish to cause Taoist both harm? Hahaha, a joke!"

"Within the Pure Yang Domain, only Taoist is ever victorious!"

"Explode! Explode! Explode!" Yi Chen's voice suddenly turned high-pitched, and on top of his Golden Core Sea, three golden patterns swiftly withdrew.

A wild force brewed within his Cultivation Body once again, and with this force's assistance, his Cultivation Body unexpectedly broke through the limit of ten meters, reaching a height of eleven meters.

It's better to face the battle head-on than to choose the right moment. Since he had encountered Ghost Youzi today, it would be best to bury him here; that is the principle of acceptance with the situation at hand.

With a ferocious smile, Yi Chen charged towards Ghost Youzi with the Dragon-Slaying Sword, his mad laughter echoing in the sky.

"To death with you!"

"Slash! Slash! Slash!"

Intense explosions sounded continuously as they exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Soon, Ghost Youzi realized something was wrong. He found that Yi Chen would dodge if he could, and if not, he would resist with the Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern circling around his body. In any case, he sought to bring him down.

"Damn it, Taoist, why do you keep targeting me!"

"Why don't you hit Brother Blood for a change," Ghost Youzi couldn't help but roar angrily, his guard breaking.

Xue Qianqiu glanced at his friend, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

"In my life's dealings, need I explain myself to others?"

"Take my Yang Ji · Four Symbols," a glint of indefinable meaning flashed in Yi Chen's eyes. Already six seconds had passed of the ten since the melee, his Extreme Origin vibrated, and he chopped towards Ghost Youzi again.

"Brother Blood, assist me!"

Ghost Youzi's face turned fierce, he hammered his chest fiercely and spat out a stream of pure ghostly energy onto the black skull.

The world was suddenly filled with a series of thumping sounds.

A row of skulls larger than before insanely collided with Yi Chen's sword edge non-stop.

With the help of Xue Qianqiu, Ghost Youzi withstood this strike again.
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The thumping, like a cursed echo, drilled into Yi Chen's ears; fortunately, the Divine Defense ability he acquired in the Spirit-Breaking Realm flared up, a clear light blossomed in his sea of consciousness, neutralizing the demonic sound's erosion.

Yet even as the Divine Defense ability weakened the negative emotions by ninety-nine percent, the thumping sound still continuously echoed in Yi Chen's heart, accumulating.

A sense of inexplicable irritation began to grow within him.

"Ah ah ah, stop your damn tapping!"

"You old ghost, knocking that thing doesn't accumulate merit, does it!"

"Come again!"

Yi Chen brandished his sword for another battle, Sword Qi running wild, the white ball of light above his head relentlessly dripping strands of white light, converging on his Cultivation Body.

Ghost Youzi was almost numb, biting on his back teeth he said, "Yi Chengzi, what would it take for you to cease your attacks?"

"Unless you kill Taoist, none of you will escape!"