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

Starry night, the moonlight was enticing.

A massive shadow enveloped Zhen Ruan, also awakening her spirit from the chaos.

The Taoist stomped lightly, and a brilliant ring of light suddenly emerged, spreading rapidly, enveloping the entire Kunxu Mountain in almost a blink.

From the hearts of all cultivators on Kunxu Mountain, a radiant sun rose, dispelling the fog, and soon, all the cultivators, who were like zombies, began to awaken from their dreams.

"Hey, how did I end up here? Wasn't I meditating in my quiet room?" A middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but look around, his eyes filled with shock.

"Um, where is my husband, my husband?" A particularly buxom and beautiful female cultivator shook her head weakly, muttering to herself as if her spirit had not fully recovered from the influence of the demonic sounds.

Suddenly, the female cultivator let out a sharp, explosive scream, for she was completely unclothed from the waist up.

"Hiss~"

"Husband, you... you've come?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I~"

Zhen Ruan's spirit returned, her silver teeth tightly biting her lower lip, overwhelmed with excitement.

Having been apart, recalling encounters, how many times have I dreamed the same dream with you?

This evening, the bright moon shines over Kunxu, yet I fear this meeting is but a dream.

History, like a cycle, in times of peril, a burly Taoist figure once again descended from the sky, appearing before her with equipment in hand.

Like a swallow returning to the woods at dusk, the female cultivator with bobbed hair threw herself into the Taoist's chest, silent, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

"Alright, alright, I've returned, such things won't happen again."

The Taoist's hands moved from the female cultivator's shoulder down her spine, caressing back and forth, softly comforting the beauty in his arms while his gaze turned to the sky,

"Fellow Taoists of the Demon Clan, join our Hidden Dragon Alliance, or would you rather have me personally come invite you?"

At this moment, though the face of the Taoist was as calm as an ancient well, his heart surged with murderous intent.

He, Yi Chengzi, was still not strong enough—his guess was right, the Demonkin dared to disrespect him and really attacked the Hidden Dragon Alliance.

Apparently, he hadn't killed enough Demonkin to deter these madmen.

He was so close, just so close, to becoming the awe-inspiring Green Sun; if something unbearable happened, how could he, the State Preceptor of Great Qin, show his face?

And those traitors, Yi Chengzi's most hated kind of people.

Back then, during the Human Realm's struggle, ancestors paved paths with blueprints of hardship; who knows how many Human Race martyrs died during those-heroic tears and years, only enduring until the Human Emperor Era arrived. Even in such difficult times, the ancestors did not kneel; now, as the times are better, they kneel all too easily.

Do the Demonkin think he, Yi Chengzi, will not kill?

In that moment, a beautiful figure dressed in a green long dress silently arrived beside Yi Chen, quietly communicating through sound transmission, informing him about the changes tonight at Kunxu Mountain, thereby giving Yi Chen a clear understanding of the night's events.

The core was merely a clichéd story of internal divine powers and external ghosts.

It was nothing more than the 'inner gods' donning a coat forced upon them by threats and temptations, deep down the same base color.

"The strong among the Human Race, you have impressive strength."

"The powerful Cat-Owl Demon has seen the Fellow Taoist."

"Since you are indeed the Alliance Hierarch of the Hidden Dragon, let's dismiss tonight's events, to avoid needless casualties and injuries, shall we?"

A mighty Demonkin, with the head of a cat-owl, appeared in the sky, its aura obscure, its eyes as large as lanterns, emitting a sinister green demon light in the night sky, which submerged onlookers into a tranquil spell.

Behind it followed over two hundred diverse Demonkin, not many in number, but each one an elite, their Cultivation at least rivaling that of True Person Realm. Cultivators capable of igniting Deep Red Points, they were treasured Demonkin.

Watching the Demonkins with an inexplicable aura in the sky, Yi Chen couldn't help but burst into laughter, and momentarily, a furious wind howled, countless rocks and debris began to slowly rise into the air.

"A strong one from the Human Realm, what are you laughing at?"

"I see your menacing force, and to think you're also a Breakthrough Limit Realm figure, I took a step back, not wishing to entangle with you. Don't be ungracious!"

Seeing Yi Chen's laughter, which sounded ridiculously like a heavenly joke, the Cat-Owl Demon grew increasingly irritated.

Some respect the wine and others the punishment, but it, the Cat-Owl Demon, felt belittled, knowing well that it was not just any Demon General, but a mighty Demonkin with a title from the Purple Blood Demon Race.

Yi Chen, having instructed Lin Luo to watch over Qin Yun and Zhen Ruan, slowly turned around, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"It's indeed frightening, today I really do want to taste this 'punishment' wine."

"Come as you wish, leave as you wish, don't let others think our Hidden Dragon Alliance doesn't know how to treat guests!"

In that moment, a tangible aura burst forth around Yi Chen, quickly elevating to over ten meters, paralleling the Cat-Owl Demon.

Like a jet of flame emerging around Yi Chen's Cultivation Body, his powerful aura caused even the Cat-Owl Demon to slightly furrow its brows.

"Indeed you have some skills, so be it. I am the thrice-titled Demon General, Cat-Owl of the Mingsha Legion, and tonight I will gauge just how capable you Taoists really are!"

Two eerie demon lights suddenly burst forth from the Cat-Owl Demon's eyes, shooting straight toward Yi Chen's eyes, accompanied by a moonlight-like bright, abundant blade light.