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

A fierce "True Solar Tyranny!"

Suddenly, a wild wind arose from the ground.

A violent pale cyan qi cyclone abruptly appeared around Yi Chen as the center, and then the Inner Qi flowed backward, collapsing and pouring into the middle with force.

In an instant, there was a tall Daoist on the ground, as if he had donned a full body armor of pale cyan glaze.

With the support of the pale cyan glaze armor transformed by the Inner Qi, Yi Chen's figure grew taller, two meters two, two meters three, two meters four, two meters five—with a single bound.

At this moment, even his pupils were tinged with a faint cyan layer, and upon close inspection, it seemed as though a cyan sun was slowly rising within his eyes.

A qi far surpassing that of before spread out from his body.

He lightly swung his arm and punched, sending a pale cyan qi that roared like a ray, streaking towards the head of Hu Erniang, who stood suspended in the air.

A punch forced the hovering Hu Erniang to descend to the middle of the street, her hair bun somewhat disheveled by Yi Chen's punching force.

Seeing this, Hu Erniang's face instantly underwent a great change, shock churning within her as she pondered who this formidable figure could be, one whom she had never heard of before—truly terrifying and fearsome.

Yi Chen followed close behind Hu Erniang to the long street, where they stood facing each other. His towering figure loomed over Hu Erniang, casting her in his shadow.

His fists collided left and right, making a muffled sound like metal striking stone, and he sneered,

"I hate it most when others talk down to me from above my head!"

"This feels much better."

"Hu Erniang, your blood corpse state is indeed very strong, and your speed is extremely fast, but what would you do if I were to use 'True Solar Tyranny'?"

"Come on, try to kill me!"

"So many people have said they want to kill me, yet in the end, they all died!"

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

Yi Chen laughed heartily and then threw punches in rapid succession. In a moment, the qi surged wildly. Hu Erniang's form flickered rapidly, awkwardly dodging the punches that Yi Chen unleashed.

At this moment, she had no intention of performing gua sha on Yi Chen or tearing off his clothes.

She couldn't harm him to begin with, and now this Daoist, who seemed as mad as a hatter, had transformed into what looked like a can of pale cyan, obviously very hard—why would she waste the effort?

The fight had escalated to such a degree that many of the residents around had been awakened. The windows of many guesthouse rooms were quietly opened a crack, with numerous people watching the scene unfold in shock.

"Chairman Qi, didn't you say that Hu Erniang is at her most powerful under the moon and especially capable of overcoming strength-based cultivators? What's going on now?"

"She looks as pathetic as a dog~"

"I feel that perhaps we won't even need the experts from the Town Security Bureau to come; just this Daoist here might be able to drive her away or even kill her."

Inside the Red Dust Inn, a slightly younger merchant couldn't help but tease the previously silver-haired old merchant.

The face of the old merchant turned from green to white, and he kept silent.

Another dangerously close punch whizzed by her side, and Hu Erniang could no longer bear it. She let out a piercing howl towards the sky:

"San Lang, you heartless man, why aren't you coming yet? I can't hold on much longer!"

"This Taoist is formidable; let's get him together!"

Following Hu Erniang's cry, a black coffin swiftly broke through the air.

"Damn, calling for backup?"

Yi Chen, seeing the black coffin approaching from afar, became anxious. He spread his arms wide and rapidly sped up toward the spot where Hu Erniang was standing, bringing his fists together and smashing down fiercely!

Boom!

A huge wave of sound spread in all directions.

Along with the sound wave, a towering wave of qi rose.

However, Yi Chen's speed was ultimately still a fraction slower than Hu Erniang's, and he failed to achieve his goal.

With a flash, Hu Erniang once again narrowly escaped Yi Chen's pursuit.

She stood suspended in the air, her face turning from green to red, red to black, black to white, white back to green—as variable as a carousel lantern.

Yi Chen looked at the tattered half of a red dress beneath his clenched fists, feeling a wave of numbness in his scalp. He was stuck in an awkward situation.

Damn it, his punch had been just a fraction too slow and ended up hitting the hems of Hu Erniang's dress. In her haste to avoid it, Hu Erniang had soared into the sky, which caused the red dress she was wearing to tear off two-thirds of the way...

Yi Chen looked up and thought, damn, that burns my eyes~

A Daoist still needs to save face, so he covered his eyes with his hand, leaving just a small slit open~

Oh, and there's a white tiger~

At this time, the onlookers looked alternately at Hu Erniang in the sky and Yi Chen, who was holding the remains of Hu Erniang's dress, each with a dumbfounded expression, casting strange glances at Yi Chen.

My heavens, is this what high-end magic battles are like?

Fighting and ending up stripping someone's dress.

Just what kind of divine being is this Daoist, with such a unique style~

Whispers began to spread among the crowd.

Their imaginations ran wild, and all sorts of theories were tossed around.

At this moment, Yi Chen's face was also turning iron blue as he looked at the half of the dress in his hands.

Damn!

He really didn't do it on purpose!

If this battle gets spread around, how could he ever stand in the cultivation world?

The moment he appeared, fellow Daoists in the cultivation world would laugh and say, isn't that the Daoist who strips skirts, the Dress Terminator, the Gown-Breaking Taoist Yi Chengzi, filling the air with a jovial atmosphere.

Just thinking about certain future scenarios made Yi Chen's scalp tingle. His reputation as a high and mighty cultivator seemed like it was about to collapse.

What kind of revered cultivator gets into fights and strips others' clothing? That's just perverted.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Little Miao was even hiding on the rooftop, covering her own little eyes with her paws.

"But luckily, this is Longjiang, where nobody should recognize me."

"Otherwise, I'd have to change my Daoist title..."

"No, today I am not Yi Chengzi. I am Qitian Yaor!"

Yi Chen glanced around, feeling a sense of relief. He fondled the remaining half of the skirt in his hand.

The material wasn't bad, not gold or jade, and if he sold it to the Heavenly Troops Pavilion for recycling, it seemed he could make some money.

As if possessed, he casually tucked the half skirt into his waistband~

At that moment, a black coffin shot from the distance and suddenly landed on the ground, revealing a potent figure shrouded in black corpse energy.

He was dressed in a green long robe, wearing a blue scarf on his head, and continuously fanned himself with a feather fan in hand.

"Erniang, have you run into trouble? I have taken care of everything on my end," said the powerful corpse cultivator who walked out of the coffin, his tone gentle and scholar-like.

He scanned his surroundings and saw no one particularly noteworthy, except for the tall Daoist standing in the middle of the road.

Just then, his pupils shrank abruptly!

Damn, something's off!

The half of the skirt tied around the waist of this Daoist looks familiar~

He lifted his head to see Hu Erniang in midair, trying hard to stir up bloody corpse energy to conceal her form, and then looked at the half skirt tied to Yi Chen. It seemed like he understood something~

Damn, some demonic fiend shows up out of nowhere, with no respect for cultivation virtues!

Half of Erniang's red skirt was even tied around the waist of that lunatic!

Damn it, just what happened while I was away?