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"If everyone were to sit in meditation and regulate their breath now, surely mana could rise another notch. I have spent countless efforts developing this Harmony Scatter; it does have a small drawback, though. If one overexerts their mana, it will cause blood and qi to fluctuate, making mana unstable,"

Sect Master Hong Luo also laughed, her branches trembling, her eyes filled with venomous resentment as she stared at Qinyun.

"Junior sister, this matter started because of me. I can enter destruction on my own; please spare those innocent friends. For the sake of our past relationship, let my line within our sect have a path to life, just expel them from the sect, alright?" Qinyun's complexion was pale, and there was a hint of pleading in her tone.

"Senior sister, you're still so naive. Why don't you make Black Daoist comfortable first, then we can talk about this matter."

"Bitch, Hei Mietian, you'll not die a good death. Sect Master Qinyun, don't fall for their evil tricks; such villainous riff-raff have no integrity," roared True Monarch Xiaotian, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.

"Haha, my name is Mietian, who dares to extinguish me!"

Upon hearing this, Hei Mietian couldn't help but spread his hands open, as a new moon-like, substantial black mark of the Dao suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, and his aura as a True Monarch was undoubtedly displayed. Everyone felt even more desperate; without the benefit of the great formation and their mana being restrained by the Harmony Scatter, they were truly at the end of their rope.

"Let me try!"

Just then, a faint voice suddenly rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears. Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, a giant, over ten meters tall, ethereal figure of a purple-gold Daoist appeared in the sky; Yi Chen channeled his Extreme Origin, tinting the Holy Halberd in his hand with purple-gold as well.

An aura no less impressive than Hei Mietian erupted forth, a lofty chant echoing throughout the arena.

"Demons and monsters are all heretics."

"Fiends and ghouls, mere dust."

"Good and evil merge into one smile."
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"Three thousand worlds, three thousand dusts."

"With the Holy Halberd, I tread the celestial path, searching through the bloody seas, I, the lawless madman Zhang San, have met Black Daoist."

As the battle was about to begin, a tall Daoist stood with his halberd, his face showing a fervor, with a purple-gold fierce sun rising in his eyes.

"Hong Luo didn't you say this Daoist friend was a member of the Fajia? Under the sudden change, Hei Mietian couldn't help but frown,"

"Can't a dropout of the Fajia know a little about Daoist techniques? Is that unreasonable?"

"Black Daoist, I've received two hundred thousand taels of gold from the Hehuan Sect; if you don't kill me today, then I'll have to kill all your subordinates."

Listening to Yi Chen's mad ravings, Hei Mietian felt a twitch in his brow; he was pretending to be mad, but he felt that the tall Daoist standing in front of him was truly deranged.

"Senior sister, you're really good at scheming, hiding so deeply. You've even invited a senior to hide here, and you didn't let slip a single word, truly a good sister of mine."

"You're still playing dumb at this point!" Sect Master Hong Luo coldly stared at Qinyun, who had a dumbfounded expression, her complexion dark as water.

Her senior sister was really good at pretending; until now, she hadn't seen through any tricks. It was no wonder that Xuan was deceived by her appearance of purity. Little did he know, her senior sister's machinations were deep as the sea.

"How is it, Hong Luo, you allow yourself to play tricks, but Qinyun can't lay some groundwork? Before Qinyun could speak, True Monarch Xiaotian once again retorted, a loyal dog demeanor completely evident."

"This Daoist friend, I offer two hundred drops of gold essence; what say you stop your attack this time?" Hei Mietian did not pay attention to what others said, his eyes directly fixed on Yi Chen."

"How can I be a person who breaks faith and abandons righteousness? There's no need for words, Daoist friend, come and fight to the death with me."

The tyrant lifts his halberd, diving into formation to massacre the divine.

Yi Chen's eyes gleamed with divine light as he took the initiative to strike.

In these days, whenever he had free time, he had been contemplating that incomplete halberd technique, yet he had never been able to find the key to it.

Even after his True Technique had broken through to the fourteenth level, it remained so.

Now, he had a guess, it should not be a problem of his physical strength but that his spiritual cultivation had fallen behind his physical body.

His path was the martial arts to divinity, with each breakthrough reflecting upon himself as if he had undergone many years of cultivation; his martial wisdom had long since become extremely sharp, sensing where the issue lay.

The extreme path he sought, the true Extreme Path, should not be just the pinnacle of the physical body, but also the pinnacle of the spirit, the sharpest and most powerful.

Other orthodox cultivators used Dao marks to leverage the world, increasing their power significantly and possessing various mysteries.

But he had his body as his own small world, the path of physical sanctification, exploring the divine storage of the body, deriving Dao domains, and contending with the world.

The ultimate halberd technique was a way to tap into and release the power of the body's divine storage and a manifestation of his power.

"Unconsciously, my heart has become weak, losing the heart of the invincible, it's been a long time since I've battled against a powerful opponent."

"So this time, it will be a truly fair fight."

"With me, invincible!"

"Origin Point, boost me up!"

Murmuring to himself, Yi Chen had already tangled with Hei Mietian, his physical attributes increased by another two points, and a vast warm surge suddenly appeared within his body.

The rest of the people were also engaged in battle, either fighting one-on-one or forming arrays.

"The Overlord raises the halberd, ground shatters, heaven punishes."

"Annihilate, slaughter, wipe out, four techniques cycle, Devour Heaven and Earth, reincarnation."

Attacking the strong with strength, showing no fear or evasion, Yi Chen with his Extreme Origin lifted the halberd furiously, breaking through the air with its light, and after exchanging over a dozen moves with Hei Mietian, they finally separated.

"You madman, in the Northern Region, there are few who can match me. Zhang San can't possibly be your real name, who are you really?" Hei Mietian opened his hand, looking at the almost bone-exposing and nearly broken left palm, and couldn't help but let out a deep roar.

"Well, Zhang San is just my alias. I am Zhang Hu, please show me your moves, my friend." Yi Chen raised an eyebrow, not minding the trace of fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and boldly made his move again.

In the midst of repeated collisions, his spirit was like a piece of stubborn iron being forged, becoming increasingly sharp.

His ultimate technique was always understood amidst life and death; familiar passion returned to his body, and abruptly Yi Chen entered an extremely excited state once again.

He felt that he was on the right path.

"Come on, brat!"

"Come on, kill me! With that little strength, do you even dare to call yourself 'Heaven-Eradicator'? Do you have no shame?!@#￥" Muscle memory kicking in, Yi Chen began to speak scathingly.

"Zhang Hu, you're a lunatic, a madman, a pest!" Hei Mietian felt he was going insane, all for the sake of twenty drops of Gold essence—were you playing with your life?