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

She formed a sword with her fingers, a casual flick of her empty hand conjured up dense masses of sword Qi a yard long in the air, raining down toward Yi Chen like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, accompanied by a succession of ghostly wails and demonic howls.

"I shall now explain to you, Daoist brother!" Wusheng Sword Mother’s eyebrows inverted fiercely, her voice as chilling as eternal frost.

"The Sect Master’s swordsmanship has improved yet again, a mere thought condenses Qi, gathering it into a sword, the sword moves and resonates, with such cultivation, this old one is far beyond comparison," praised the old man dressed in black and white Daoist robes, twisting the few sparse whiskers on his chin.

In his eyes, Yi Chen was already a dead man.

"Wusheng Sword Mother harbors great ambition, but indeed possesses astonishing talent; if properly guided, she will certainly become an excellent sharp weapon for our Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect," Ling Xudu mused, with a weird gleam flashing in his eyes, his expression inscrutable, as he stood behind the thick clouds on the ethereal fairy mountain.

"However, who is that person challenging us by paying homage to our mountain? I have this feeling I’ve seen him somewhere before, seemingly in the intelligence reports," he remarked.

Confronting the thousands of sword Qi, Yi Chen’s face showed no panic, and even a hint of fervor flickered across his features.

He thrust the Holy Halberd into the ground, spread his arms open, and from his palms, the crown of his head, under his feet, and across his chest, intense glimmers of Extreme Origin erupted, whirling wildly and conjuring gusts of wind strong enough to bend the grass and leave the earth three feet indented.

This battle was meant to be a display of power for his disciple Yi Chengzi; since Wusheng Sword Mother’s swords were still unsheathed, he too decided not to draw the Holy Halberd, seizing the opportunity to test the mettle of Wusheng Sword Mother.

Their exchange of extraordinary techniques was completed in the blink of an eye; with almost no time to declare it, the omnipresent sword Qi, as if guided, descended upon Yi Chen’s purple-gold cultivation body.

The clinking and chiming sounds were incessant as the boundless sword Qi dove into the vortex of Extreme Origin, creating depression after depression, eventually exhausting its force and getting shredded by the frenzied whirling Extreme Origin.

The demonic wails and howls between heaven and earth, steered by the sword Qi, forged into beams of sound, enveloping Yi Chen, like myriad demonic insects seeking to burrow into his sea of consciousness, only to be shattered by the radiant cleansing light bursting forth in his mind.

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"Wusheng True Monarch, I find this explanation unsatisfactory," he said.

"Please offer another one."

Yi Chen’s eyes pierced through the layers of sword Qi to mirror the figure of Wusheng Sword Mother, as he stood there with his hands behind his back, his countenance cold and detached.

"Righteous Father, the invader possesses strong cultivation and a colossally fierce body; can the Sect Master triumph over this person?" A foxy, enchanting woman with her hair in an immortal’s bun glided to the side of the old man in the black and white Daoist robe, latching onto his arm and gently swaying and rubbing against it.

The old man in the black and white Daoist robe tugged at his arm but couldn’t free it; the soft sensation made his heart flutter. Noting that everyone’s attention was captivated by the battle, he refrained from pulling away and whispered frowningly, "Didn’t I tell you? Outside, don’t call me Righteous Father, call me Master."

"But inside, didn’t you ask me to call you Father, Master? Which way should your disciple call you then~" A seductive voice suddenly resonated within the old man’s heart, the words lascivious and soul-stirring, though somewhat restrained as she used a sound transmission technique.

"You this… Please, Yu Feng, you don’t understand. The Sect Master’s methods extend far beyond what is displayed here. It is merely a preliminary probe for now. The name of this challenger is unknown, an unknown entity; with the Sect Master’s Phoenix Evil Sword at play, it wouldn’t take more than ten moves to ensure that the challenger can’t return," he explained.

The old man glanced at the enticing woman before him, his face showing a mix of indulgence and helplessness.

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"Yu Feng, watch now, the Sect Master is drawing his sword for the second time since the incorporation of the spirit ghost into the blade," he said.

"His first draw didn’t take seven moves to have an enemy flee covered in blood, heavily damaging their cultivation body. This man’s cultivation is not weak; I bet he’ll last till the ten strikes and then crumble.

"If he chooses to fight to the death and exceeds ten moves, there will be no need for retreat," the old man silently ran his jade-like hand down the foxy woman’s jet-black hair, as he envisioned Yu Feng sprawled upon the brocade couch, her hair cascading beneath her like a canvas.

Within her shallow eyes, misty and confusingly cold.

Sometimes even entirely white, with no black of the pupil to be seen.

With this thought, his sword, moved.

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At this moment, behind Wusheng Sword Mother, the unrivaled sword weapon she carried—Phoenix Evil Sword—also moved.

Phoenix Evil Sword unsheathed!

The sword wielded a three-foot aura, its sharpness cleaving the very sky.

Before the sword even moved, the sheer edge spontaneously cut through the air, stirring ripples around the blade.

A simple unsheathing gesture caused Yi Chen’s skin to tense slightly all over.

There was no visual pressure from the skyful of sword Qi, yet this sword instilled a greater sense of trepidation in Yi Chen.

A jade foot suddenly tapped the ground, the voluptuous Wusheng Sword Mother, wielding the unrivaled weapon, released demonic wailing sounds from the blade, its might and malevolence far surpassing earlier displays by tenfold.

She slightly nodded her head, skirt sweeping as she lightly bowed to Yi Chen, "This sword is the treasure of our Jianxie Sect, the Dao Sword of Two Marks. Wusheng borrows this sword to pay her respects to you, Daoist friend."

"Should you meet an unfortunate death in this battle, I will ensure you are buried honorably, and Hehuan Sect will only censure the chief culprits, allowing your lineage to continue uninterrupted."

Yi Chen drew the long halberd before him and also bowed in respect.