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

Those who remain inscrutable to them, no matter how highly regarded, are not too much so, including Chen Haichao. From Ling Xudu to Xue Lingzi, he has been duped by Doumu Origin Lord twice already. How could such coincidences exist in this world?

If Yuan Jun were a madman, a fool, then wouldn't that imply that Chen Haichao is even worse than a madman or a fool?

"Your Majesty, regarding the matter of the Eastern Continent's traction formation, I will act according to our agreement. Forgive me for not keeping you company today, as I'm in a poor mood,"

"Chen Daoist, please take care of yourself. As you wish,"

Chen Haichao bowed deeply towards the Millennium Emperor, gave Yuan Jun and Tu Lingjun a piercing look, and then swept away in his robes.

"Xue Lingzi, not ranked among the top ten in the lists of heaven's pride from days of yore, turned out to be a late bloomer, surpassing his contemporaries by advancing faster, only to perish shortly after attaining Dao Mastery. Such is the irony of fate, truly deplorable and lamentable,"

A white-haired Daoist bowed in salute and sighed. However, his gaze turned towards Yi Chen, "Truly, as one generation passes, new talents emerge. I'm far inferior compared to Hidden Dragon Taoist back in my day. What kind of exalted master could've taught such a disciple? Could it be some recluse, a hermit expert who has perfected his Dao Mastery in seclusion?"

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In the arena's airspace, Yi Chen slowly descended.

At that moment, all present were struck dumb!

Especially those cultivators who had bet on Yi Chen's defeat were even more so, filled with deep dismay.

Lord Tan Lang, is this guy even human? To come and swindle, to ambush this group of cultivators.

The notorious Lord Tan Lang certainly lives up to his reputation!

Yet in Yi Chen's presence, not a soul dared to curse aloud.

Yi Chen, looking at the many cultivators with constipated expressions, couldn't help but chuckle inside.

These people, they were not just chumps; they were his wings.

Without their offerings, where would Yi Chengzi have money to spend? Yi Chen was filled with gratitude~

"Gentlemen, by sheer luck, I've emerged as the champion of the Great Qin Legal Assembly. I'm overwhelmed with humility. I know that many fellow Daoists have lost their fortunes and are trapped in this vortex of gambling, unable to extricate themselves, but that was not my intention."

"However, who would fully reveal their trump cards to others? Nevertheless, many friends have suffered greatly this time, and I acknowledge my fault. Thus, I am willing to share the 'Mysterious Pi Creation Scripture' I won and the 'Heaven and Earth Divine Gate Qi' evolved from it with everyone,"

As he spoke, Yi Chen suddenly looked up and addressed the distant cloud-wreathed golden palace with a bow:

"I hereby seek the Millennium Emperor's ascension's approval!"

"Since the item already belongs to Lord Tan Lang, clearly he is free to deal with it as he wishes, granted!" a majestic voice descended from the sky.

In that moment, King Jing, sitting at the end of the great hall, felt a jolt of electricity through his crown. Yi Chen's maneuver had his scalp tingling.

The chap, without the guidance of Hidden Dragon Taoist, would I ever be capable of staging such a spectacle?

Now you're pretending to be the white lotus? Can one even play this way?

Outside the arena, Lin Luo, the Deputy Director of the Ministry of Justice dressed in purple silk stockings, was also dumbfounded. He had never anticipated such an action from Yi Chen.

"Hehe, after harvesting so many people's leeks, did you really think I was oblivious to your resentment? The resentment would all be directed at me and my junior brothers, wouldn't it? No, the conflict must be shifted,"

"Fortunately, I was prepared ahead of time. By sharing a non-existent scripture with the public, you surely must have shed some of your resentment. "

Yi Chen, well-versed in the tactic of a soft gesture following a hard slap, saw right through it. A gesture from a Dao Mastery expert was enough to dissipate most people's resentment, with some even feeling grateful to him.

"With the methods I'll employ later, let someone else carry this pot. I won't carry it; it's not like I did it on purpose,"

As for who would carry the pot, naturally, it would be the stalwart Martial King. He had broad shoulders; he could bear the weight.

After all, when the wall falls, everybody pushes, and when the drum is broken, everybody hammers; let it be him.

At this moment, the Martial King's complexion was deathly pale, but what he didn't know was that in the darkness, the hunting rifle was still trained on his brow.

After bowing to the fellow cultivators below and bidding farewell to his 'wings,' Yi Chen immediately rode the wind away.

At that moment, his expression deep and enigmatic, he cast his gaze into the distance, where endless sky and floating white clouds painted a line through the clear green mountains and serenity without a soul in sight.

Yet at this moment, Yi Chen's heart envisioned the figure of a majestic monk clad in a fiery red kasaya.

"Hehe, Evilslaying Monk, Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, it won't be long now,"

In the sky, the Daoist's mouth cracked wider and wider, ever larger.

After the Legal Assembly, the Eastern Continent's traction formation would accelerate, and he, like a storm, would return.