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

Gazing at Yi Chen’s majestic figure, with his arm slung over a ferocious tiger, a fierce dragon tattooed on his back, and a blue ox wandering around his waist and abdomen, radiating a deadly aura, the young man in white felt a moment of surprise in his heart.

He hadn’t truly recognized when such a character had emerged from the Dao Sect, and had even thought it was a devil cultivator who preferred to dress as a Daoist...

But he was no match for him, and if the man before him said he was a Buddhist monk, he would have dared to believe it.

The young man in white had a full face of ingratiating smiles as he picked up the jug and cup, pouring a jar of fine wine for Yi Chen.

Yi Chen gave him a glance, retracted his Cultivation Body, swept his large sleeve, and knocked the fine wine on the table to the ground.

"Pour another cup, use a bigger bowl, are you looking down on me with such a small one?"

Facing Yi Chen’s disrespect, the amorous young man still wore the same expression and kept a full face of smiles, took out a larger bowl, and once again respectfully handed the cup of wine to Yi Chen.

"I have offended you earlier, I ask for senior’s forgiveness."

At this moment, a trace of heavenly wind blew in from the gate that Yi Chen had destroyed, outlining Sect Master Qinyun’s graceful and voluptuous figure, her expression strange as she looked at Yi Chen, who was sitting arrogantly at the main seat, her lips slightly parted beneath her veil.

Although she did not know why her sect’s nominal elder’s cultivation had suddenly become so terrifying, she knew well Yi Chen’s character, one who took an eye for an eye, and would certainly not let the matter rest like this.

"This Seat of Honor, no, Elder, why did you hide your cultivation and side with our Hehuan Sect back then? Could it really be because of Ruan’er?"

"To cut off True Monarch, our Hehuan Sect only had the first and third generations of ancestors who have stepped into such a realm, this, could the Elder possibly..."

"Eh, thinking about the Elder’s temper, even if the amorous young man is the child of Wusheng Sword Mother, it seems he won’t be spared a harsh punishment, which indeed vents my frustration."

Sect Master Qinyun was at this moment in a state of chaos, her mind full of wild thoughts, but her slender hands were secretly clenched in her sleeves, her fingernails digging into her palms.

"I just hope the Elder doesn’t beat the amorous young man too badly; Wusheng Sword Mother’s reputation is formidable, she’s not someone to take lightly."

Qinyun only knew that Yi Chen now had an aura as deep as an abyss, but she did not know that he had already stepped into the realm of cutting off the Dao, and couldn’t help worrying in her heart.

Yi Chen looked at the amorous young man with a full face of smiles, and his tense face gradually relaxed, raising the wine cup and drinking it in one gulp.

"Now that the wine has been drunk, please gift something from you to me, as a courtesy of visiting the mountain."

"I have also long admired the name of the Wusheng Sword Mother and wished to pay her a visit."

Upon hearing this, the amorous young man’s face lit up with joy: "What would senior like? Anything on my person, senior is welcome to take them all."

"My mother is indeed inviting peers at the moment, and seeing you will surely bring her immense joy, she will certainly rush out to greet you."

"Good! How refreshing!"

"I would like to borrow the young master’s head as a token for visiting the mountain, so please hand over your head to me." As he said this, a coldness appeared in Yi Chen’s eyes.

"You!"

"You have the nerve! You dare to disrespect me, it seems that I cannot let you live!" Suddenly, Yi Chen’s overpowering presence opened up, and with a large hand, he grasped the amorous young man’s head as if twisting a rope, yanking it off his neck.

Blood sprayed, shocking everyone present.

At this moment, Yi Chen was like a god and also like a devil.

Qinyun, who claimed to understand Yi Chen, couldn’t help but feel a chill at the sight of such a brutal scene. @@novelbin@@

Not long after entering the hall, Yi Chen had secretly asked Qinyun about the sequence of events through a voice transmission, believing that one who plays others will always be played in turn, so he decided to have this worthless amorous young man die a fitting death.

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"Hidden... Hidden Dragon Taoist, may we leave now?" A cultivator at the gathering mustered his courage to inquire of Yi Chen.

"Just thinking of leaving?" Yi Chen’s mouth split open, growing wider and wider as his smile turned increasingly ferocious.

He’d barely avoided becoming the cuckold or gaining an extra ’father.’ How could a passionate young master quench his anger?

Only a great many heads could make the world take his will seriously.

He had, however, misjudged the strategy before. When the storm began to rise, all old rules would be broken. If he wanted peace and stability, he needed to establish his own base of power.

Joining the Stellar Sword Alliance was naturally out of the question. What he wanted to create was the Hidden Dragon Alliance.

In the future, he would act under the identity of the Hidden Dragon Taoist. Once a person became the elephant in the room, trying to conceal oneself was a fool’s dream. His strength as a Dao Zhen True Monarch would inevitably draw attention and scrutiny from all directions.

Hence, he no longer bothered calling himself Zhang San.

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After more than ten seconds, half of the cultivators in the great hall lay wailing on the ground, limbs severed, seas of qi destroyed.

"All these people slandered Sect Master Qinyun of the Hehuan Sect, death is too good for them."

"Gentlemen, the Stellar Sword Alliance is a group of dry bones in a tomb, without a future. I wish to establish the Hidden Dragon Alliance. Who is in favor, who is against?"

"Those who agree, give one more strike to the wailing people on the ground. Their sect’s wealth, I will take seventy percent."

"Every year, you will give twenty percent of your sect’s wealth to the alliance. As long as you don’t act recklessly, if anyone bullies you, I will go and have a... reasonable discussion with them. How about it?"

"Gentlemen, choose now."

"If you agree, we will meet here again in fifteen days. If you don’t show up, it means you don’t respect me."

"Don’t worry, in this time, I will take a trip to the Jianxie Sect. If I don’t come back, just let this matter go."

The most prestigious way to form an alliance is naturally through tribute.

Yi Chen offered them protection, and he wasn’t about to charge them an extra penny.

With a clanging sound, a long knife magic artifact was tossed into the arena.

Under his cold and pressing gaze, the first one stepped forward, followed by a second. Soon, the entire hall turned into a massive Pinduoduo scene.

By the banks of the Moonwatching Lake.

Two figures stood side by side, one tall and handsome, the other elegant and beautiful.

Yi Chen looked up at the sky.

"Sect Master Qin, tell me, why do they have to force me!"

"Am I too kind-hearted!"

Qinyun looked at the blood-dripping head in Yi Chen’s hand, her mouth twitched slightly, and after a long silence, she said, "Elder, take care on your journey."

After a moment of thought, Qinyun raised her lovely head lightly: "The Hehuan Sect will follow the Elder’s lead, without hesitation."

Yi Chen grinned without saying a word, stamped his foot, and soared into the sky.

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