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

Yi Chen placed his large hand on his throat and made a throat-slitting gesture towards Xue Lingzi.

"Rest assured, I, your humble Daoist, will flay both your skin and Ling Xudu’s together. Since you and your brothers have such a deep bond, you must be kept together. I am kind-hearted and cannot bear to see you in such a state," he said.

"Then, I look forward to our next meeting, where the one who survives will surely be in the right," Xue Lingzi said indifferently, a bloodthirsty gleam appearing in his eyes.

Time flew by like the sheep lost by Li Qiyi, vanishing in the blink of an eye, and two days passed quickly.

"Ten Directions Demonic Motion!"

"Good! Good! Good! You choose not to take the path to the celestial courts, Pure Yang Holy Seal Heavenly Light!"

Under the vast cyan sky, Yi Chen was locked in battle with a robust figure.

War Demon Xiao Tianji’s fury surged, and his combat spirit soared higher, his azure blood staining the blue sky.

"Good, exhilarating!"

"Come on, kill me, kill me!"

Fucking hell, he’s trying to fraud me.

Yi Chen watched War Demon Xiao Tianji charge towards him like a madman and felt this asshole must be seriously ill.

When Yi Chengzi fought desperately, he had no way out and would rather die drenched in others’ blood. This Xiao Tianji in front of him was pure madness, a prime candidate for a permanent bed at Elizabeth’s mental hospital.

He wanted to die by Yi Chengzi’s hand without paying, but there was no such cheap deal.

Yi Chen wasn’t interested in a losing business, and with a strike reminiscent of whack-a-mole, he smacked the opponent out of the way.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Forcing out eighty percent of my Pure Yang Holy Seal state’s power, War Demon’s cultivation is indeed not bad. For the upcoming great battle, I’ve got only a few aces up my sleeve, like Divine Power activation, the thirteen fires of Pure Yang all extinguished, challenging supernatural abilities, soul overload, Soul Ignition Technique, thirteen points of the Origin Point...

I’m really scared Xue Lingzi will beat me to death.

"Thank you, when you have time, Lord Tan Lang, come to Wuding Divine Sect for tea," Yi Chen said.

"The War Demon had a bit of a bad head when he broke through to the Dao Mastery Realm before, and he had an almost successful power failure, please don’t take it to heart," said a burly man with a face like charred coal, quickly whisking Xiao Tianji away towards a golden palace in the clouds, as if every second he lingered was unbearably embarassing.

"No fucking wonder," Yi Chen thought, suddenly enlightened.

"The innate commands the universe, to change the universe and crown myself king."

Zuo Wangji of the Supreme Daoist Sect faced off against Xue Lingzi.

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As the great battle commenced, a handsome young Daoist lightly stomped his foot and a Yin-Yang fish formation appeared beneath him.

Open, Rest, Life, Harm, Du, Jing, Death, Shock — all eight directions turned in unison, forming a massive pillar of light that enveloped the sky.

Zuo Wangji’s power was beyond Yi Chen and Xue Lingzi’s expectations.

The explosive mana light actually dominated Xue Lingzi, confining the river of blood to a very small radius.

Wind blades and frost swords, thunder and lightning, various supernatural forces bombarded the heavens and earth, as if it were the end of the world.

Just when Xue Lingzi was so distressed he was spitting blood, and even considering advancing on the spot to the Dao Mastery Realm...

Zuo Wangji’s figure flashed, and in an instant, he appeared beyond the boundary of the arena.

"Daoist Xue Lingzi, I admire your cultivation," he said.

Cunning guy, hit and run.

Yi Chen, watching the young Daoist smiling into the distance, couldn’t help but feel bemused.

Whatever technique Zuo Wangji used, now his mana was almost depleted to nothing... Another minute of the fight and he would have been in dire straits.

Fuck’s sake, the Dao Sect sure has a lot of talent.

"For this Daoist battle, the victor is Sacred Puppet Sect’s Blood Spirit Son," it was declared.

Boom! Xue Lingzi waved his hand, and a stream of mana light shot towards a distant mountain. A grand river of blood swept over, and for a moment, half of the mountain’s stones and wood emitted a piercing sound of corrosion.

....

....

One day later.

In Taiwu City, at the Martial King’s mansion.

A valiant young man arrived at a corner of the great hall, lightly stomping his foot. The continuous crackling sounds rang out, and soon, a long underground passage emerged.

The Martial King proceeded down the tunnel, with the bronze beast lamps on both sides lighting up in succession, then fading away shortly after.

Soon, the tunnel reached the bottom, where a tremendous stone gate slowly opened to reveal a ten-meter square blood pool.

A head appeared from the pool, unmistakably that of Xue Lingzi.

"Daoist Xue Lingzi, for the upcoming battle with Lord Tan Lang, are you fully confident? For this fight, I’ve bet all my fortune and even borrowed a lot," said the king.

"Your Highness, Tan Lang is bound to lose!"

With that said, and without waiting for Martial King to speak further, Xue Lingzi plunged back into the blood pool.

At King Jing’s mansion.

"My lord, won’t you go and have a talk with Hidden Dragon Taoist? If Hidden Dragon Taoist loses this time, it will be tough for us," fretted Mrs. Jing.

"Trust the ones you employ, and don’t employ the ones you cannot trust."

"My lady, what do you think of this piece of writing?" King Jing, calm and unruffled, penned a line of characters with a flourish.

Madame Jing looked closely and saw that the paper read:

"Across the Chu and Han borders, I command the wind and call thunder, dominating all directions!"

"With the world in turmoil, I hold the power to reverse fortune, vanquishing all heroes!"