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

"Again with you bald monks, truly persistent like unshakeable ghosts."

"I, World-Shaking Pure Yang, have encountered the bald monks."

Under the bright moon, above the heavens, the Daoist stood with his arms folded, looking at the monk in red with great interest, much like a top predator eyeing a small white rabbit baring its teeth at him.

Yi Chen never expected that it would be the followers of Buddhism causing mischief here, and the fact that these people had penetrated deep into the heart of Great Qin set his mind racing with speculations.

"Daoist Brother, your gaze makes this poor monk very uncomfortable," the Shura monk frowned, "Forget it, let me send you on your way sooner rather than later."

"Among all the monks I've met, Master, you are the funniest," Yi Chen couldn't help but crack a smile upon hearing this, and in an instant, both of them were ready to unleash their most powerful techniques.

At this moment.

At the bottom of Fairy Lake, within the golden barrier, thoughts were soaring wildly.

Xuan Jie was the first to ask, "Master Ku Lin, what do you think the chances are that your disciple will win against that Yi Chengzi Daoist Brother in a fierce battle?"

The old monk adorned with a bitter lotus on his robe couldn't help but look pleased as he replied, "So that Buddhist friends may know, this poor Daoist's disciple has been extraordinarily gifted since childhood, and his cultivation is unfathomably deep. By now, he's probably already halfway through the gate that breaks through limits."

"In three moves, within three moves, the Shura monk will surely defeat Yi Chengzi."

"We should prepare to take action, to prevent this person from escaping...."

But just then, before Old Monk Ku Lin could finish, suddenly a booming sound arrived from the heavens, and the sound of wild laughter swept across all directions.

"Ha ha, is this it?"

"If Yi Chengzi cannot defeat you with one move, I will take my own life on the spot!"

The three elderly monks stood up abruptly, looking toward the horizon with shocked expressions.

Under the moon, Yi Chen's domineering form was revealed, with purple hair and purple eyes. He held the Holy Halberd in his hand, looking down at the monk in red who was sent flying backwards into the lake with a cold smirk on his lips.

As swift as the going was, the return was swifter still.

Like a fish leaping from the water, the Shura monk's figure reappeared above the surface of the lake, his face as dark as water, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Yi Chen was also taken aback and couldn't help but express his admiration, "Master, to take one strike from me and not die, indeed you are a top Dao Mastery cultivator, no wonder you dared to seek out my trouble."

"But Master likes to wear red, are you missing something?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah, Yi Chengzi how dare you insult me like this, elder brother, form the array!" The Shura monk's eyes turned icy cold as he roared with rage, and immediately, four beams of golden light burst forth from the bottom of Fairy Lake.

It was the four golden Buddhist artifacts that had earlier formed the golden barrier at the bottom of the lake.

They were the monk's staff, the ruyi scepter, the Buddhist bell, and the cymbals.

Suddenly, four monks took their positions, each standing in one direction with a solemn expression.

At the bottom of Fairy Lake, a powerful Buddhist chant burst forth from the water, and golden array patterns began to radiate a soft halo at the bottom of the lake, with golden lotuses seemingly blossoming on the water's surface.

In the blink of an eye, the strongest Buddhist slaying formation, the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, was established.

This formation could not only conceal and defend but also seal the skies and subdue demons, with endlessly marvelous uses.

"Did your Buddhism bleed into you, squatting on me again!"

"Welcome your horse!"

Seeing the three elderly monks suddenly appear, Yi Chen was infuriated, and in an instant, his Qilin Holy Armor covered his entire body.

"Mount Daguangming's Xuan Nan," Xuan Nan held the monk's staff.

"Mount Daguangming's Xuan Jie," Xuan Jie held the Buddhist bell.

"Kutuo Temple's Shura monk," the Shura monk held the ruyi scepter.

"Kutuo Temple's Ku Lin," Ku Lin held the cymbals.

The four monks bowed to Yi Chen in unison.

"Daoist Brother is highly skilled; today we must use our numbers against few, and we ask you to bestow upon us your moves!"

Once the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation was in place, the monk's staff, ruyi scepter, Buddhist bell, and cymbals, four powerful Buddhist artifacts, began to emit resplendent Buddha light, subtly connecting the aura of the four, and at that moment, their momentum rose once more.

Suddenly, a strong desire for greed emanated from the Holy Halberd in Yi Chen's hand, which seemed to intensely thirst for these four Buddhist artifacts.

The Shura monk's face was as cold as ice, yet his tone carried a hint of regret and admiration, "Truly, underneath a great reputation there lies no deception, Daoist Brother, to meet you is better than to have heard of you, a worthy opponent for me. It's a pity that today, this poor monk can only resort to bullying with numbers."

"If not for our differing stances, to compete with Daoist Brother in this era of great strife would have been a great joy in life."

"You're wrong, Shura monk," Yi Chen slowly shook his head, an intriguing flame mark on his forehead pulsating with a subtle glimmer like breathing. He slightly lifted his Holy Halberd, pointing it towards the sky,

"Those who fall to me, I never regard as opponents. I give you time to chase after me, yet you will no longer see my back."

"This is me, World-Shaking Pure Yang! Ha ha!"

"You could have chosen any path, but you confronted the Pure Yang Holy Seal Heavenly Light!"

The Pure Yang celestial gate manifested in a blink, and the ground where Yi Chen stood suddenly displayed a golden circle, burning with golden flames over a meter high, within which the Extreme Origin crisscrossed, sketching an exceedingly intricate pattern, resembling a totemic array.

As his soul approached overload, Yi Chen's spirit burst forth once more, his momentum soaring again.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, the heavenly winds howled furiously.

The four monks lost the confidence that was previously evident in their eyes.

They suddenly cried out in disbelief:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Yi Chengzi!"

"With such momentum, how can you have broken the limit, how could you have transcended the limit!"

"You lack world-shattering wisdom; how could you comprehend my methods, as long as I wish to leave, the way is beneath my feet!" The Daoist's gaze dominated, his aura serene as a gentle hillock yet with undertones of a mighty rapids. With a raise of his hand, his ultimate move was already unleashed.

"Halberd Six – Slaying Gods!"

Yi Chen's current level of cultivation was formidable, beyond comparison to before, and now this Slaying Gods Technique in his hand was even more vigorous with life force.