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

"Is the intelligence fake?"

After Yi Chen made his full-strength move, the man in black finally showed a drastic change in color, utterly shocked in his heart.

He knew that Yi Chen was strong, after all, he was capable of slaying Corpse Ghosts.

To know that the Corpse Ghost was a gift from the Great Protector himself, who had 'molded' it together from earthbound mud and fog spirits, its strength was extraordinary.

That was why he chose to confront Yi Chen.

But this was way too fucking exaggerated.

How on earth did he cultivate such devilish strength?

Was his father a demon elephant?

The man in the black robe drew a black stick that reached his eyebrows from behind him to face Yi Chen's Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Boom!

A loud explosion.

Step, step, step, step, step.

The man in the black robe took five steps back before he completely absorbed the force.

Yi Chen, on the other hand, took two steps.

The difference in strength between the two was immediately clear.

Seeing this, Yi Chen's eyes lit up.

"Lacking the strength to even beat someone up, and you call yourself a cultist?"

"Your techniques must've been learned from your mistress."

"And you call Taoist Yi a dumb brute, I #@#￥￥￥@!@"

Yi Chen, whose parents were still alive and had once studied on the Zuan servers for many years, began to spout trash talk wildly as he charged at the man in the black robe again.

"You're fucking looking for death!"

"Taoist."

"Corpse Transformation · Berserk!"

The man in the black robe, retreating from the attack, changed his expression and let out a roar, his body inflating like a balloon, growing until he was about two and a half meters tall before stopping.

His body was covered with dense black and green blotches, the skin on his hands became tough and greasy, and his nails began to grow, flashing black gloom under the sunlight.

Two sharp fangs pierced through his mouth, protruding out.

This time, when the sword and stick crossed, Yi Chen's expression finally changed.

The tables turned, and it was his turn to take five steps back.

The thick stench of decay drilled straight into Yi Chen's nostrils, accompanied by an extremely faint sensation of dizziness, but thanks to Yi Chen's Pure Yang Inner Qi rotating, the dizziness disappeared in an instant.

For the first time, Yi Chen felt overpowered in strength.

He looked at the monster the man in the black robe had transformed into, feeling an inexplicable shock in his heart.

What kind of spell is this?

A living person could transform into a corpse?

With an aura of death all around, yet the breath of a living being could still be sensed, it was truly strange.

Suddenly, a speculation emerged in Yi Chen's mind.

This crazy fucker from the Corpse God cult, he wouldn't be cultivating his own body using some secret corpse-refining techniques, would he?

```

Using oneself as material for corpse refinement—people of the Corpse God Sect do indeed have some ideas.

At this moment, the wind began to howl, swirling the flowers and plants inside Lianxiu Tower into disarray.

The blood-colored pillar of light above the blood pool became even denser, and that strange cadence in the air grew more intense.

Suddenly, the ground within Lianxiu Tower split open with a narrow crack as wide as a person's palm; gusts of Yin wind blew out from within the crack.

"Haha, the traction formation has been activated, the left arm of the great Corpse God buried deep underground is about to return. For the rebirth of the Corpse God, offer your flesh and blood."

"You big oaf, this will be your greatest honor."

Seeing this abnormal change, the mysterious cloaked figure burst into frenzied laughter.

"Tear you apart!"

"Follow the Longevity God, save the world with wide compassion!"

The cloaked figure's corpse energy surged, turning into a black streak that shot directly toward Yi Chen, and then it was sent flying back even faster.

Earlier, when Yi Chen was repelled by the cloaked figure, he had secretly activated the Yang Polarity Shift.

Using it for the first time after breaking into the seventh layer of his True Pure Yang Skill, he felt an unparalleled sense of power on his mind.

At that moment, he felt he could smash the skull of the golden-armored corpse fighting Lin Baihu into its chest cavity.

With that image in mind, his heart seemed to quiver.

It's been a long time since he had struck someone else's head, and some had already forgotten how to write the character for "righteousness" in Taoist Yi Chengzi's name.

Now, every Tom, Dick, and Harry dared bare their teeth at him.

A monster, neither human nor corpse—does he deserve it?

Power was surging within his body, with the sensation of burning.

His heart was pounding wildly, pumping energy to every part of his body.

Suddenly, his stature increased by nearly thirty centimeters, and the muscles in his neck, hands, waist, and legs swelled crazily, becoming larger and thicker as if he had donned a layer of muscle armor.

The fighting spirit in his heart had been thoroughly ignited!

At this moment, Yi Chen uncharacteristically sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

He only needed his fists!

He was loyal to his fists!

Compared to the sword, he believed more in the conviction and strength conveyed through his fists.

Of course, more importantly, he feared that the Dragon-Slaying Sword might chip from a fierce collision with the cloaked figure's eyebrow-high staff....

After sending the cloaked figure flying with a sudden, accelerated sneak attack, Yi Chen accelerated again. With a forceful push of his left leg against the ground and leveraging the strong reactive force, he surprisingly overtook the flying figure, delivering a decisive elbow to the heart.

This strike was fast and fierce, caving in the chest of the undead cloaked figure.

Boom!

The cloaked figure's body slammed into an invisible air wall and was then flung down onto the ground.

At this time, Yi Chen finally had a chance to survey the entire battlefield.

To his left.

Master Lianhua, Abbess Shuiyue, and Taoist Qingxu were jointly facing off against a white-clothed female ghost wielding Hong Jian. The trio and the ghost were immersed in a fierce battle, barely maintaining the fight with the help of their sect's magic artifacts.

To his right.

Lin Baihu's body was enveloped by a deep green flow of qi, and having used some secret technique, his aura surged, drawing his combat saber and trapping the two golden-armored corpses within the flash of his blade.

Then...crazily "scraping."

Lin Baihu's saber thudded as if he were striking iron, sparks flying everywhere, but the two golden-armored corpses were still hopping about, howling and screeching.

Seeing this made Yi Chen want to shout out, "Master Lin, stop scraping."

Clearly, as someone who had awakened the spirit of wind and followed the path of agility, Lin Baihu was fast indeed, but he lacked force.

```

Being a man, just being fast isn't enough.

It's going to cause big problems.

Yi Chen keenly noticed that Lin Baihu now had many more white hairs on his head, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, likely because the secret technique couldn't be sustained for much longer.

It was tough for him to have stood up against the two armored corpses for so long alone.

For a practitioner in the late stages of Qi Refinement, he had every reason to be proud of himself.

Just as Yi Chen was about to step forward to teach the armored corpses a lesson about the principle of righteousness, suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.

The mysterious person in a black robe, whom Yi Chen had previously beaten half to death, suddenly appeared near the armored corpses. With his head thrown back, he let out a piercing roar, and the two armored corpses seemed to deflate as countless streams of black Qi seeped out from their bodies.

That massive amount of black Qi, like a whale sucking in water, surged into the body of the man in the black robe.

With the nourishment of this huge amount of corpse Qi, the black-robed man's aura grew stronger and stronger, and his chest, which Yi Chen had bashed in, swelled up once more like a ping-pong ball soaked in hot water.

Yi Chen's expression tightened and he quickly charged forward.

He had to interrupt it.

Only a fool would let the enemy slowly recover and reach their peak power.

One should pursue a beaten enemy with vigor, not linger and act like a pompous king.

Strike while the enemy is ill, strike to kill.

When dealing with such sinister, heretical foes, there's no need to talk about the chivalry of the jianghu. As someone from the Hidden Dragon Temple, a righteous sect, it was perfectly honorable to launch a sneak attack!

"Brat!"

"Give me a fair fight!"

Yi Chen, with a burst of anger, surged with deep purple Pure Yang Inner Qi all over his body, charging like a human tank towards the man in the black robe.

The ground shook violently, dust filled the air.

The violent wind generated by the energy blast lifted the sand and pebbles into the sky, bringing down a heavy shower of dust in all directions.

Two formidable forces collided amidst the thick dust.

This tumultuous scene quickly drew the attention of everyone who was still engaged in battle with Hong Jian.

Their gaze turned toward the flurry of dust, but they couldn't see clearly.

From within the dust, they could only hear the sounds of fists meeting flesh and the following remarks.

"Didn't you eat? Put more strength into it!"

"My grandma has more strength than you."

"Are you giving me a massage?"

"You don't even pack a punch when you hit someone, and you call yourself a cult member?"

"Is that unholy corpse technique taught by your master? Watch your footwork, brat!"

"That old face of yours covered in corpse spots is really damn disgusting."

"I usually don't attack someone's appearance, unless their looks attack me first."

"@#￥%"

….

An endless stream of trash talk and C runes came through the dust, showcasing Yi Chen's profound mastery of the language.

Lin Baihu almost couldn't keep a firm grip on his sword upon seeing this.

What an intense battle scene this was!

Just by feeling the tremors underfoot, one could tell just how astonishing and powerful the clash at the center of the dust cloud was.

"Everyone, look! There's light!"

"Light!"

The monk Lianhua had incredibly sharp eyes and instantaneously discovered something that others had overlooked.

Countless beams of light, as if attracted by a magnet, surged towards the dust cloud, an anomaly that cast the surrounding environment into darkness.

At that moment, Abbess Shuiyue, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

She glanced at the woman in white who was standing to one side and said,

"Everyone, now that Taoist Yi Chengzi from Hidden Dragon Temple is valiantly battling demons ahead, we can't just stand by and watch, there's still one here to deal with."

Four pairs of eyes suddenly focused on the woman in white.

The woman in white felt her scalp tingle.

She had previously been dominating Abbess Shuiyue and the others, and in the spirit of women being hard on each other, she hadn't hesitated to target Abbess Shuiyue. Now it was payback time.

She might be able to gain the upper hand when fighting three on one, but the addition of Lin Baihu from the Town Peace Office made it impossible for her to cope.

"Kill her!"

"There's no need for chivalry with these cultist scum, we stand together!"

No one knew who led the charge, but three or four spells instantly struck the woman in white.

The woman in white could no longer hold back, and as she fled at breakneck speed, she couldn't help but yell, "Black Robe, is your brain full of corpse water?"

"Why aren't you using that thing now, are you waiting until we're all beaten to death?"

"Black Robe, were you born of incest? I'm not going to last much longer, are you just going to wait and bring it into the coffin?"

With a thunderous boom,

The figure of the black robe was blasted out from the dust cloud and once again smashed heavily against the aerial barrier formed by the Formation.

This time, he couldn't even maintain his corpse-like state.

He sat up with a pair of panda eyes, his body a mosaic of blue and purple bruises, with not an inch unscathed. Even the overgrown teeth from his corpse transformation had one knocked out, and another broken in half.

With a retch, he spewed out a mouthful of black reverse blood from his insides, but then started to laugh like a maniac,

"Hong Jian, shut your mouth!"

"Hidden Dragon Temple's Yi Chengzi, right?"

"You, you're strong."

"You're the first among my peers to push me this far."

"But today, you're going to die!"

"All of you, you're going to die!"

The black robe shouted in rage, smashing a red ancient jade he held in his arms to the ground.

He was going for broke.

The ancient jade hit the ground and shattered.

A burst of blood mist rose from the broken jade, quickly surging into the black robe's body.

His pupils instantly turned a blood-red color.

An entirely different, powerful aura emerged,

So strong that it made hearts tremble.

That indifferent gaze, like the Heavenly Dao viewing all beings as insignificant, made Yi Chen's scalp go numb.

Yi Chen: "..." Damn it, I knew these big factions had contingencies.

Standing firm against the 'Black Robe's gaze, Yi Chen emerged from the crowd and with a gesture of respect said,

"Fellow Daoist, it's all a misunderstanding!"