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

"Haha, how can it not be possible? Daoist brother, it's just that you're not trying hard enough,"

"Your purity is too low."

The howling wind swept across, and the force danced in the sky.

Yi Chen stood in the air like a Demon Lord, his hairband, shaken loose by the force, had flown away long ago; his purple hair fluttered as he held the Holy Halberd, silently executing the second move of the Supreme True Martial God Halberd Technique, Slaying the Divine.

The long halberd, carrying boundless killing intent, roared towards the calamitous dragon like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

"Wuding·Water Dragon Chant"

The calamitous dragon's eyes seemed ready to split, its Qing King spear swirling, a shadowy spear force suddenly emanating from its weapon, while a blue ripple of light shot out from its armor, reinforcing the spear's momentum.

Two unworldly powers suddenly met in the sky.

Bang!

They actually exploded into circles of sound waves visible to the naked eye, the intense shockwave spreading downwards, snapping half of the tall trees on Coiled Bull Mountain.

After the gale passed, only the bushes and small trees remained unscathed.

After that single strike, the previously beautiful landscape of Coiled Bull Mountain instantly transformed into a bald wasteland.

"Impossible, how could the Daoist's cultivation be so superb?"

"What divine body do you possess?"

At this moment, a great turmoil arose in the heart of the calamitous dragon. Blessed with exceptional talent, he had achieved such cultivation after thirty years of arduous practice, half-stepping through the gate of True Monarch. He had not expected that today he would be pushed to such extremes by a Daoist ranked fifth on the Dragon Tiger List of Central Continent.

Just two halberd techniques had forced him to reveal two of his proud near-transformative spells.

The waters of Da Yue were truly unfathomable.

He could hardly imagine what sort of monstrous figures could suppress this Daoist, the children of the way and the Buddhas.

Especially the successor of Dragon Tiger Mountain, who, able to suppress Zhang Hu, who had similar cultivation to this Daoist, to claim the title for himself, possessed a truly dreadful level of cultivation.

"Guess!"

A trace of an indescribable look flashed in Yi Chen's eyes as he continued to execute, without hesitation, the third move of the halberd technique, Earth Extinction.

The Extreme Origin on the long halberd suddenly surged dozens of meters, smashing towards the calamitous dragon like a comet striking the moon.

The number one direct disciple of Wuding Divine Sect demonstrated an even greater strength than he had imagined; it was the perfect opportunity for him to test out this battle skill from his memory, to spar with him.

"Calm the Stormy Waves!"

"Daoist brother, receive my move as well, Supreme Qing King Break!"

Facing the relentless attacks, the calamitous dragon's spirit fell into a deep calm, his eyes suddenly closing. When they opened again, the whites were gone, replaced by a strange cyan color.

A cyan divine light suddenly spread from his eyes, solidifying Yi Chen's halberd, then the wind attribute Dao marks within his Qing King spear shone brightly, and the section of the spearhead that was bright red like blood dimmed slightly. A blood-colored dragon roared furiously towards Yi Chen, its mighty aura vast, like a calamitous dragon of the world's end.

"Overlord Halberd Rising·Earth Extinction to Heavenly Punishment!"

The moment the cyan light flew from the calamitous dragon's eyes, Yi Chen inwardly cursed, knowing things were amiss. The light landed on his halberd, turning it as if it had entered a boundless marsh, every inch of advance immensely difficult, as if the world itself was resisting his halberd's force.

Thus, he decisively executed the final two moves of the halberd technique in succession.

His muscles tensed up, and with a roar, the wind and clouds surged. It seemed as though something in the world had shattered, the cyan divine light breaking like glass and vanishing. Yi Chen's halberd moved with the intent of world annihilation, creating a domain to consume the calamitous dragon's spear intent.

He met the attack with an attack!

The majestic power collided wildly in the air, neutralizing and extinguishing, pushing backwards Yi Chen's figure for more than ten meters before stopping.

The winds high in the sky dispersed, leaving only a golden talisman, half-burnt, floating down from the sky, as a voice drifted from it.

"Good halberd technique, perfect offense, unrivaled in the world!"

"Let's call it a draw today. Daoist brother, I bid you farewell. Calamitous dragon shall seek your guidance another day."

At the horizon, the calamitous dragon's cyan armor sprouted an illusory pair of wings, and without looking back, he streaked away like a beam of light.

By the time Yi Chen steadied himself, his figure had already vanished into the sky.

"What a despicable foreigner."

"Would I really have killed you? There was no need to use such a spirit-depleting secret technique to flee."

Yi Chen opened his mouth, gazing at the empty sky with a sigh.

Now, how could he not realize that he had been outmaneuvered? That last move, the Supreme Qing King Break by the calamitous dragon, was clearly intending to escape, using the great recoil and a secret technique to make a break for it.

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Fleeing without looking back for half an hour, the calamitous dragon, still with unsettled nerves, glanced behind him and saw a cave in the mountain belly below. He then carefully made his way into it.

After killing a giant snake inside the cave with his spear, he finally relaxed, sitting down cross-legged to suppress the backlash from using the secret technique.

Moments later, the calamitous dragon vomited a mouthful of blood, and a sense of relief briefly eased the heaviness in his heart.

He removed the skull he carried on his back and held it tightly in his embrace, beginning to talk to himself, "Wife, your husband has been a bit overconfident. Da Yue truly hides dragons and harbors tigers. That waste, Ye Fengdi, misled me. Had I known, I would have impaled him with a spear right from the start!"

"But don't worry, Wife. After this battle, I'm only a paper-thin barrier away from breaking through to the True Monarch Realm."

"Once I make my way to Qingyun Mountain to witness the epic battle between the Daoist and the Buddhist, I believe I will find the opportunity to break through amidst their clash of titans."

"However, this means I must trouble you, my dear."

With a light sigh, Huolong took out a crystal coffin from his storage ring and carefully placed the skull inside before he began to hum a lullaby to himself.

In the deep cave, the night was silent, and Huolong sat cross-legged on a stone bed, healing his wounds.

Unnoticed by anyone, the little finger of the skull in the crystal coffin moved ever so slightly, then fell back into stillness.

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"Flowers flutter in the spring city, with snakes and bugs in pursuit."

"No fear of evil spirits nearing, my way, my way reveals divine power."

"Heaven's punishment, earth's extinction! Kill! Kill!"
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"Demoniac yaksha and evil ghosts, kill! Kill!"

"Seductive fox spirit, disarm thy armor!"

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Humming a tune from his hometown, Yi Chen rushed down the mountain path under the starry sky with the Holy Halberd in hand. By the time the fortress of Blood Killing Tower was in view, the final traces of gold on his long halberd had been eroded by his Extreme Origin.

A feeling of perfect harmony surged through his heart—he felt no friction or barrier between himself and the Holy Halberd in his hand, as if the long halberd was an extension of his own body.

With a gentle swing of the halberd in his hand, he left a series of afterimages in the moonlight, with no air resistance, as if it did not exist at all, producing not a single whistling sound.

Having mastered control of the Holy Halberd, Yi Chen felt his overall strength had increased by at least 20 percent.

"Good. I wonder if I can refine and create a fifth form by integrating the true intent of the Four Images of Yang Ji into my halberd technique," he thought.

"With my extraordinary wisdom, it surely won't be difficult."

Laughing heartily, Yi Chen stored the halberd in his storage ring, changed his appearance to imitate Gui Zhongdao, and began striding towards the fortress.

Inside the fortress.

Yi Chen frowned as he looked at Yang Zuoshi, "Is this all we've collected?"

At that time, the number of coffins and jars holding ghostly creatures in the secret room of the fortress barely amounted to over eighty in total.

"Master, it's really hard to capture these malicious spirits alive. Our brothers have risked their lives just to catch this many,"

"To seize a zombie from Ren's Town, one of our silver-badge assassins even clashed with a helmsman from the Ghost Killing Tower, was killed accidentally, but the master of Ghost Killing Tower sent us a message and a gift as compensation."

After Yang Zuoshi's narration, Yi Chen came to understand that some clever ghosts had started acting as middlemen to profit from the market difference. It seemed the market had cultivated itself, and he had been offering too high a price—he needed to offer a discount.

"Alright, I'm aware of this matter now. Is there anything else that needs my attention?"

"Master, the Carefree King sent a letter, inviting you to Wuyou Manor for a chat in two days' time. This servant doesn't dare to decide on his own,"

Yi Chen pondered for a moment while under Yang Zuoshi's strange gaze before retrieving twelve storage rings, some still smeared with blood.

"You have made quite a haul this time, Master," Yang Zuoshi said, his heart trembling. The boss had killed so many powerful figures in just one outing?

"Just an average haul," Yi Chen replied nonchalantly, then added, "Estimate the value of the miscellaneous items in these storage rings and sell them all."

"You don't need to worry about other matters. Go take care of the first issue for me," he said.

"I want information regarding the True Person Realm, especially on families that once flourished but have now fallen. Be diligent in this task; you have a million taels at your disposal."

"The second issue, purchase a high-quality spirit animal bag for me, cost is no problem, and also acquire a high-quality Daoist robe, preferably a spiritual artifact. Deduct the money from the sold items. If it's not enough, come to me."

"Also, continue to procure yin evil ghost creatures and corpse demons for me; the price is now reduced by 30 percent. It's up to them if they want to sell or not."

"By the way, what exactly did the master of Ghost Killing Tower send me in his message?"

Yang Zuoshi's eyebrows knitted, and he spoke with a hint of anger, "He said it was all a misunderstanding and sent 10,000 taels as consolation money, asking us to condole our loss."

"Do you know where that helmsman is now? What's his strength?" Yi Chen asked indifferently.

"About the third layer of the True Person Realm, he's at Huaman Tower in Nanshan Prefecture. I've had our brothers keep an eye on him. That Yan Renxi loves the company of women; he isn't happy without them."

"Well done. I'm off to Nanshan Prefecture," Yi Chen said, smiling as he patted Yang Zuoshi's shoulder.

A speculation suddenly dawned upon Yang Zuoshi. His heart leaped with joy, but he still hesitantly asked,

"Master, what does this mean?"

"What's the use of just saying 'condole'? Tomorrow, send a message for me. Tell the master of Ghost Killing Tower to also condole, plus an extra ten thousand and one taels,"

Yi Chen said cheerily, his shadow twisting grotesquely in the lamplight, sinister as a demon.