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

Gazing at the fierce-looking King Ming, Yi Chen’s odd gaze finally fell on the purple-haired girl.

At this moment, he felt embarrassed for the Deputy Director, as if she were almost digging out a three-bedroom flat with her feet.

This boomerang has come back too fast, faster than the Eagle’s back in the day...

However, as a Taoist with high emotional intelligence, Yi Chen naturally needed to take care of his teammate’s feelings.

"Daoist Lin Luo, I have not looked at your leg for nothing; I will help you out of this predicament," Yi Chen thought to himself, filled with benevolence, and immediately raised his thick eyebrows and roared:

"How dare this brute Qin Ming indulge in such loquaciousness here? Do you not know that the bones of the monks on the ground all wish to feed on your flesh? How dare you provoke Deputy Director Lin Luo and bark madly in my presence!"

"Daoist Lin Luo, there’s no need for courtesy with such demonic outcasts, let’s take him down together!"

Before the words of Yi Chen even finished, two crescent-like curved blades suddenly appeared in the purple-haired girl’s jade hands from within her sleeves.

One blade was inky black, while the other was as clear and bright as autumn water, forged from some divine substance, and both emitted strong fluctuations of aura.

"Hidden Dragon Taoist speaks the truth. King Ming, I have thought too highly of you. All you have achieved is thanks to Great Qin, and now you have disrupted His Majesty’s grand plans. No one can save you now; die!"

The purple-haired girl was even more fierce than Yi Chen had imagined. Although she was not tall, just about 1.6 meters, and compared to the Cultivation Bodies of Yi Chen and King Ming, she was the type who could only kick as high as the knee, her ferocious aura still caused both men to take notice.

Crossing the twin blades, she raised them above her head, and suddenly a crossed blade symbol appeared over the dragon-headed human-bodied Dharma Aspect of the exposed King Ming.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The black and white lights, like pouring energies, converged and transformed into a torrent that shot towards King Ming.

However, Yi Chen felt that behind the purple-haired girl’s veil, her beautiful face carried a hint of frustration.

With his Dharma Aspect vibrating, King Ming’s figure flickered, weaving and dodging, trying to avoid the black and white aura of the girl’s blades, but something beyond Yi Chen’s expectation happened.

The aura of the blades was as if it had eyes, following King Ming’s every evasive maneuver as persistently as a pustule.

"Hiss, what a mysterious technique. Is this the method of the Yin-Yang School among the Hundred Schools of Great Qin?" Yi Chen was shocked and a competitive spirit suddenly surged in his heart.

Your blades are sharp, but my halberd is no less so.

At this moment, Yi Chen no longer hesitated. His Holy Halberd vibrated as he lashed out aggressively, no longer acting as a war correspondent, but engaging live on the scene.

At that moment, the hero revealed his edge, a test of halberd against blade!

The blade was as fast as lightning, swift and decisive, with fierce power and bizarre moves that forced King Ming to catch his breath and only able to parry in response.

The halberd radiated dazzling white light, blinding as a massive fluorescent tube, fiercely slamming down on King Ming’s three-headed six-armed Dharma Aspect.

The halberd’s white glow illuminated Yi Chen’s solemn face. Even in the heat of battle, the purple-haired girl spared a moment to glance at his radiance.

Doubtful, Lin Luo glanced at Yi Chen’s meticulously painted dragon and the green ox at his waist upon the purple-golden majestic body, pondering deeply without coming up with a conclusion as to what precious scripture he practiced to have cultivated such an unusual Cultivation Body.

"This Hidden Dragon Daoist is shrouded in mystery. It seems necessary to pay great attention to him. His Cultivation Body is as domineering as a demon’s yet carries a righteous and overbearing air. Truly astonishing and unfathomable," she mused internally.

"And his halberd also has a peculiar vibe about it."

In the midst of the battle, Lin Luo, afflicted by professional curiosity, found her interest in Yi Chen rising even further.

Igniting the seven emotions, burning the six desires, all thirteen fires of Pure Yang are but void.

The overbearing lord lifts his halberd, calling forth extinction and annihilation, cycling through four forms, Devour Heaven and Earth.

As wind and clouds stirred across the sky, a black vortex suddenly emerged, pressing down horizontally toward King Ming. During the fierce battle, Yi Chen’s thoughts were once again riddled with doubts.

Something was off with this King Ming before him.

Although King Ming continuously used his Secret Technique, surrounding himself with a strange purple mist during the battle, in Yi Chen’s perception, the mist only had the ability to confuse and conceal.

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To date, Yi Chen has killed four purple-ordered demon mages, but this King Ming, despite being slashed by both Yi Chen and the purple-haired girl to the point of weakening, had still not transformed into a purple crystal form.

"Such endurance?"

"This is no ordinary demon. It seems I must amp up the intensity for this King Ming."

Yi Chen, looking at the remnants of the shattered dark canopy above, sensed the lingering aura within it and was ninety percent certain it was set by a purple-ordered demon mage, detecting a familiar odor therein.

That was the distinctive style of the many demon mages’ worshipped and sacrificed Emperor Asna~

"King Ming, surrender now, and perhaps His Majesty will spare you a thread of life," the purple-haired girl suddenly ceased her attack, "Your mental cultivation has barely entered the late phase of intercepting the path, but your Cultivation Body is not fully transformed. Continuing to resist will only lead to a dead end."

Having calmed down, Lin Luo still felt that some aspects of the incident in Zeyang City remained enshrouded in mystery, conflicting with the intelligence she held, thus could not help but pause her assault to advise.

As she spoke, Lin Luo couldn’t help but cast a glance at the imposing purple-golden form of the Daoist before her, and her mind churned with thoughts of recruiting Yi Chen.