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

"Good!"

A single word, simple and unadorned, yet no one knew how much emotion it carried in the heart of Wusheng Sword Mother.

Ling Xudu immediately swore an oath with his Daoist heart, waved his hand, and a shuttle-shaped flying boat appeared in the distance.

And in this moment, the aura of Wusheng Sword Mother changed again.

"I have practiced swordsmanship for nearly five hundred years, never ceasing in my cultivation, yet the cultivation techniques of my sect are incomplete, and I have never been able to reach the highest realm of the ’Heavenly Evil Sword Scripture’."

"However, in these years of diligent and solitary contemplation, I have come up with both a high and a low strategy. I had originally planned to risk it all with the Secret Technique of Spirit Service to ascend to heaven in a single step, but it seems now I can only resort to the lesser strategy."

"Spirit Ghost, my blood, my soul, they are all yours now!"

"Taoist Ling, I can hold on for at most the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn; you must act quickly!"

"I am from Emei, never inferior to men, Wusheng Sword Mother, paying respects to you, Taoist friend!"

Before her voice had ceased, a black longsword suddenly fell from the sky, piercing straight into the crown of Wusheng Sword Mother’s head.

Suddenly, a gigantic ghostly creature sprouted from the black weapon, with a black and a red soul intertwined, and quickly, the red soul was devoured and assimilated by the black one, forming a red pattern on the body of the fiend.

In the blink of an eye, a thirty-meter-tall giant ghost, wielding a black weapon, charged toward Yi Chen, her eyes reflecting Yi Chen’s tall figure, her heart devoid of any thoughts of life and death, filled only with the will to fight!

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At this moment, Wusheng Sword Mother’s soul reached its utmost sublimation, and after the time of half an incense stick, all that she was would be taken over by her accompanying Spirit Ghost, and naturally, the ghost would not be able to engage in a life-and-death battle with Yi Chen.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the towering Spirit Ghost leading the assault, Ling Xudu providing support and cover, many disciples within Jianxie Sect’s mountain gates, under the shouts of encouragement from their seniors, were brought onto the sun and moon god shuttle flying boat.

Looking at the tall Spirit Ghost before him, Yi Chen’s expression was somewhat complex at this moment.

From the few words expressed by Wusheng Sword Mother, he had already guessed her thoughts.

It is exceedingly difficult for a person to devour a sword, but for a sword to devour a person is easy; sacrificing everything one has just for the sake of one final battle.

"You are one of us, and as Yi Taoist, I will do everything in my power to kill you and give you a proper burial!" @@novelbin@@

Things in this world are never simply black or white; everyone has their own stance, and fighting to the death for one’s interests is only natural. With Yi Chen’s temperament and cultivation, he naturally had no sentiments of reluctance.

If everyone is a carnivore, then they should each rely on their own means; the big fish eat the little fish, the little fish eat the shrimp. If it were he who perished today, he would bear no rancor in his heart.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

For a time, the aura around Yi Chen surged violently, with strength redoubling!

Unimaginably powerful! Wildly fierce!

What could possibly stand in his way!

A man’s word is his bond, and since he said he would fully commit to killing her, Yi Taoist could not stand someone up.

Yi Chen urged his Divine Power once more, and then again.

With a leap that merged her with the Spirit Ghost, Wusheng Sword Mother’s might barely fell short of Yi Chen’s, showing her exceptional battle talent and cultivation gift.

"Destroy God!"

"Destroy God!"

"The aura of Gang Mang responds, control the sword dance, condense the Qi around the core, and charge forth with vigor! Haha, the Heavenly Evil Sword Scripture had its flaws, but today, with my ultimate leap, I have completed it. I have no regrets."

Zi!

Puchi! Puchi!

The two of them clashed in an onslaught of attacks! Strong against strong!

A black longsword pierced through Yi Chen’s chest from the left side, and with two consecutive God-Destroying Spear moves, he turned Wusheng Sword Mother and the Spirit Ghost merged with her into flying ash.

The soul-absorbing ability activated, transforming into a torrent that converged in Yi Chen’s eyes.

At this moment, Ling Xudu and the others had already boarded the sun and moon god shuttle flying boat and were opening a spatial gateway, attempting to flee.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort from Yi Chen, the God-Destroying Light in his eyes shot out immediately, disappearing with the flying boat into the void.

Among the stars and moon, the scenic Kunxu Mountain lay as disordered as a young wife falling into a den of mountain bandits and ruffians.

Yi Chen chose a place with green hills and clear waters to bury Wusheng Sword Mother’s ashes.

Although she had severely damaged his Cultivation Body, for some reason, he bore no hatred towards Wusheng Sword Mother, and even felt some admiration for her.

A stone tablet inscribed with the words "No Life, No Regrets" stood at the head of the grave.

"This spot gathers wind and collects water, a veritable treasure land. Taoist Wusheng, Yi Chengzi pays his respects!"

"Farewell!"

With a shake of his robe, Yi Chen immediately departed.

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Ten days later, on the ninth floor of the Tower of Gazing Moon.

After several days of recovery, Yi Chen’s Cultivation Body was completely healed, and today was the day for the Hidden Dragon Alliance to convene and discuss matters.

"Is everyone here?" Yi Chen gently sipped his tea, softly inquiring towards those below, his hands continuously fiddling with three golden, peculiar iron balls.