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

Crack, crack, crack.

The sound of a scorpion tail piercing through flesh incessantly came, a spray of blood blossomed on the star road.

No matter tall or short, fat or thin, regardless of cultivation level, all bandit cultivators on the blood-colored flying boat rising from the Giant Shark Realm were skewered like candied hawthorns by a black scorpion tail emerging from the void in less than a breath.

All the bandit cultivators lay prostrate like dead dogs before Yi Chen, blood slowly flowing down the scorpion tail, dark as a steel cable, gathering into a strange pattern.

Faced with such a grisly scene, Yi Chen didn't even lift an eyelid, leisurely picking up a plate of spirit beast meat, placing it in the copper pot in front to simmer,

then lifted it out before it reacted, giving it a bath in the dip before sending it into his mouth.

The key is to eat while it's tender!

Without a doubt, the current batch of magical treasure ornaments on Yi Chen, and the various delicacies he was eating, were 'gifted' to him by other good brothers on the star road.

In today's increasingly turbulent cosmic sea, the ancient craft of banditry has once again demonstrated its vigorous vitality, making the Great Qin State Preceptor's thrifty travel incredibly affluent.

Now, more than three months had passed since Yi Chen left the Southern Wilderness Star Field. During these three months, his journey was full of ups and downs, but in a word, it was a story of a group of bandit cultivators who wanted something for nothing sustaining a fisherman.

Under the bloody suppression of the Black Scorpion, all bandit cultivators couldn't speak, all kneeling in the void with frightened eyes, staring at the Taoist sitting upright before them, eating hotpot one bite at a time.

Some wanted to plead for mercy, some hardened individuals wanted to express their fearless stance, some had flickered eyes, pondering the strong man's intention of not killing them on the spot.

One plate, two plates, three plates...

The empty plates on the table piled higher and higher until all the food was gone. Only then did the Taoist at the table stretch long, casting his gaze towards the candied hawthorns below, a grim smile curling at his lips.

In just the time it took to eat hotpot, Yi Chen unleashed his spiritual power, already almost fully understanding the background of these bandit cultivators before him.

Goodness, what an eye-opener, this place truly deserves the reputation of Youlan Star Path, even the Destruction Evil Lord thinks it's chaotic.

The Seventh Prince of Lingxia Realm, who seemed less human, compared to the great Red Shark King, was simply like a little brother.

In terms of scale or brutal means, he couldn't match this person.

Compared to Qinghe and the Red Shark King, their governance even seemed progressive...

Damn, eighty percent of the Giant Shark Realm's population either lived under trees or in caves, what a human misery this was.

"You scum, all deserve to die!"

Yi Chen sneered coldly, stretching out a large hand to remove the mask of the leading Red Shark King.

Exposed to the skylight first was a pale large face due to fear.

It was a human face, lips thin like a blade, hair braided into strands, tied into small braids.

At this moment, the bandit cultivators of the Red Shark Organization saw their boss's true appearance was like this, no more dignified than the prey dying at their hands.

No, it was even more disgraceful.

Under the Magnetic Field Sky Lock, none of the bandit cultivators could move a pinky, only able to rotate their eyes.

A large hand grabbed the Red Shark King's dirty braids, Yi Chen grinned as he directly mashed his head into the boiling red oil pot.

As long as the pressure was enough, the water temperature would continue to rise, soon the Red Shark King struggled painfully.

"Following such a boss, aren't you ashamed?"

"Eat shit!"

"Surrender under my Deep Red King's banner, let me show you what it means to live!"

"Truly live!"

Pressing the Red Shark King's head to continue cooking, Yi Chen abruptly released the restraints on all the bandit cultivators and began to laugh wildly.

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Two hours later.

In the most luxurious palace atop Holy Shark Peak, the highest peak of the Giant Shark Realm, Yi Chengzi, Yi Chengzi, the World-Shaking Pure Yang Yi Chengzi reached his loyal sleeping chamber.

The surrender of the Red Shark Organization evidently caught a good timing, coinciding with Yi Chen's entrepreneurial stage, so those willing to submit were retained by Yi Chen as a hidden decoration.

Yi Chen always believed that even a piece of toilet paper could have his purpose, and sometimes living is a crueller punishment than death.

Don't these bandit cultivators love fighting, love plundering? Then let them continuously battle other bandit forces on the Youlan Star Path under his Deep Red King's banner!

As long as they don't die in battle, then fight till they drop!

This batch of people could not only serve as accents to hide his identity but also become his tentacles, saving him some effort. This is the usefulness of toilet paper.

As for betrayal among the cultivators of the Red Shark Organization, Yi Chen cared even less.

Anyway, this group had been planted with a deadly poison from the Poison Liquid Dao Fruit by his Yi Chengzi's dog. If they wanted to die, it was no problem, they could explode in his Yi Chengzi's face anytime, whoever wimped out was the grandson.

You could not fear death, but Yi Chengzi didn't fear their death at all!

Moreover, to prevent certain spiritual objects in the cosmic sea from neutralizing the poison implanted by the Black Scorpion, Yi Chen thoughtfully planted a 'gravity bomb' on them.

As long as they're within his Yi Chengzi's gravitational field, the 'gravity bomb' won't trigger, but if they exceed this range, sorry, it explodes directly!