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

Almost instantly, Hei Sanlang stopped fanning himself, and with a burst of black corpse energy, he blasted his feather fan into a sky full of flying feathers.

Furiously, he then tore off the blue scarf from his head and threw it viciously to the ground.

At this moment, even the moon seemed green in his eyes.

A roar of rage exploded between heaven and earth!

"Taoist, what kind of Dao are you cultivating, damn it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Hei Sanlang's body vibrated with corpse energy, turning into a black arc of light as he attacked Yi Chen, trailing a thick black flame tail, his momentum terrifying.

If he didn't avenge this, what face would he, Mingyan Corpse Hei Sanlang, have to stand in Yin Mountain Prefecture?

In the blink of an eye, fists and palms clashed.

Mingyan Corpse Hei Sanlang was sent flying dozens of meters back by Yi Chen's punch, sparking a trail of fire.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Indeed a master, no wonder you dare to act so recklessly and audaciously," Hei Sanlang said, chuckling in rage after three exclamations of "good."

This man did have some skills, no wonder he had the gall to uncover his wife's dress in front of everyone. But it was unknown when such a disgraceful master had emerged from the sect, so shamelessly brazen.

"Sir, hear me out, this is all a misunderstanding," Yi Chen still wanted to struggle to explain.

Even if it was a fight to the death, Taoist Yichengzi, though not a good person, would not stoop so low as to do something like this.

That corpse of Hu Er Niang looked so shriveled after one glance.

It's not worth it, at least it shouldn't be…

"Misunderstanding my ass, what is that at your waist? You think I'm blind?"

"Er Niang, come quickly to aid me, together we will kill this Taoist," Hei Sanlang let out a ferocious roar, flying towards the Yin Moon Blood Corpse.

Locking gazes, the two corpses understood each other's intentions through a communion of thoughts; today, if they didn't kill this Taoist, they couldn't 'rest in peace.'

How could they continue to exist in Yin Mountain Prefecture otherwise?

Today, even if it meant paying a price, they would bring the head of this tall Daoist back with them.

Only fresh blood could wash away today's humiliation.

With their determination firm, the black corpse energy from their bodies and the blood-red corpse energy began to violently mingle, and their corpses slowly fused together.

This was a secret technique they had spent half their lives researching together.

Yinming Corpse Form!

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In an instant, a powerful monster, far surpassing its previous form, appeared before everyone.

How terrifying a creature it was.

Its body was extremely robust, and it was covered with thick black hair that shimmered like iron bristles under the moonlight.

It had four arms and four thick legs, all wrapped in surging corpse energy.

Around its neck hung two heads, one upright, the other reversed; one was Hei Sanlang's and the other Hu Er Niang's.

At this moment, their eyes were full of venomous resentment as they glared furiously at Yi Chen. The eerie monster slowly rose into the air and, in the blink of an eye, reached a height of ten meters. Hei Sanlang's mouth opened wide, and a terrifying column of corpse energy flame erupted from it.

Seeing this, Yi Chen quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Before him now was a deep pit, over a meter wide.

The corpse energy blown out by the eerie monster seemed highly corrosive, and after melting a more than one-meter-wide pit into the ground, it continued to eat away beneath the surface.

"Taoist, await your death, being killed by our combined forces is a matter of pride for you," Hei Sanlang laughed loudly, his voice filled with both resentment and... pain.

It seemed like the current state was torture for him too; madness had begun to tinge his eyes.

He dived sharply from the sky and attacked Yi Chen.

Another clash of fists and palms, only this time upon contact, Hei Sanlang spewed another pillar of corpse energy flame, another shameless sneak attack; no wonder they were a couple.

Boom!

A loud noise accompanied by a giant wave of air, and the walls of some nearby houses collapsed amidst the terrible tremors.

Yi Chen's hair, while avoiding the gray flame pillar, had been blown disheveled by the shockwave.

His black hair draped over his shoulders, his face colder now than a knife which had been slaughtering fish at Big Run Fa for ten years.

He needed to be serious now.

"Many have desired the life of this impoverished Daoist, but they all died afterward,"

"Some I cut in half, others I beat into a mist of blood, unable to gather their corpses."

"You two want my life, let's see if you have the strength!" Yi Chen scoffed.

Catching a falling lock of hair that had been severed, he exhaled his Inner Qi into his hand, incinerating it to ash.

The eerie monster could scatter his hair and even break a strand; indeed, it was very strong!

Now that a deadly feud had been established, there was no longer any reason to hold back.

If this eerie monster could break a hair today, wouldn't it break his arm in the future?

Damn it, this corpse actually wanted to annihilate his entire Hidden Dragon Temple; it had such ambitions that it couldn't be left alive.

It had to be uprooted completely!

Yi Chen's thoughts shifted, and as he shed any playful attitudes, two rich cyan-colored Inner Qi flows spouted from beneath his feet. Propelled by that force, his figure swiftly climbed, his momentum growing ever stronger, and even the cyan glaze Inner Qi armor on his body became shinier and thicker.

It was only now that he truly unleashed the most powerful state of Pure Yang Domineering Might.

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"It's just flying, as if no one else knew how to, what a damn act."

He hated it most when others talked down to him from above his head.

Yi Chen transformed into a faint cyan arc of light and launched a fierce attack on the bizarre corpses that Hei Sanlang and Hu Erniang had become.

At this moment, Hei Sanlang repeated his old trick, his wide mouth opened again, and another column of corpse flame as thick as a sea bowl spewed forth. But this time, Yi Chen, without dodging, clenched his fist and violently struck the pillar of flame.

The faint cyan Pure Yang Inner Qi fiercely rubbed against the grey corpse Qi of the bizarre corpses, ultimately cancelling each other out, with Yi Chen's Qi, refined to its utmost through the purple and green stages, proving superior.

Like a hot knife through butter, the column of corpse flame was directly scattered by the punch, the Qi overflowing in all directions, followed by another unstoppable punch landing on the chest of the bizarre corpse.

Under this punch, Hei Sanlang felt as though he had been hit head-on by an ancient mammoth, even the beating of the core of his strength, the corpse nucleus, suddenly stuttered, missing a beat, as his body crashed heavily onto the street.

At the same time, Hei Sanlang's full-force palm hit Yi Chen's chest, but only succeeded in pushing Yi Chen back by about ten feet, causing only a fine crack to bloom on the faint cyan glaze armor formed by his Inner Qi.

"If this is all you've got, then go to hell!" Yi Chen grinned viciously, his large white teeth flashing a cold light under the moon.

By now, Yi Chen stood in mid-air, countless streams of moonlight pouring into his body, darkening the surrounding night sky considerably.

And he was the brightest source of light in that pitch-black night, coupled with the faint cyan Inner Qi flames spurting from beneath his feet, resembling a giant cyan demon standing tall in mid-air.

"Bring it on!"

Yi Chen roared without hesitation and launched a fierce assault toward where the bizarre corpse was falling.

Strike when the enemy is ill, take their life.

The bizarre corpse roared and, using some secret technique, the crimson color deepened in its eyes, appearing maddened as its body once again grew larger.

In a flash, the man and the corpse were fighting intensely again.

Accompanied by continuous roars, the faint cyan Inner Qi crisscrossed, and the grey corpse Qi spread, stirring up clouds of dust.

After more than ten seconds, the tremors within the dust slowly dissipated.

A magnificent Daoist, clad in faint cyan glaze armor, emerged from the dust, holding the twisted and mutilated body of the bizarre corpse.

As the onlookers stared in shock, as if they'd seen a ghost, Yi Chen exerted force in his arms and ripped forcefully.

Black corpse blood sprayed, falling onto Yi Chen's armor of Inner Qi, raising wisps of white smoke.

But that was not the end. With a heavy stomp, Yi Chen burst the two heads that had fallen to the ground.

Then, flicking his fingers, a faint cyan flame landed on the bizarre corpse's body and instantly ignited a roaring fire.

At that moment, a stream of information suddenly appeared on Yi Chen's retina.

[You have successfully killed the Yin Ming corpse and gained two hundred Deep Red Points.]

Only then did Yi Chen disperse his True Yang overbearing form, standing next to the fire, bowing respectfully.

This bizarre corpse was not bad.

It had earned his respect.

Even in the final battle, it didn't beg for mercy but kept throwing punches at him until the last moment of its life.

Among the many opponents he had encountered, this was very rare.

To show his respect, Yi Chen decided to send it off in a dignified manner, using a respectful ritual.

This was Taoist Yi Chengzi's respect for an adversary worthy of admiration.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers in the inn all had their mouths agape, with enough space between their upper and lower jaws to fit two eggs.

They were at a loss for words for a while.

They even felt a trace of sympathy for the two bizarre corpses that had come to kill them.

Inside the inn, the survivors came out from hiding, all turning their gaze toward a corner where an old merchant with graying hair stood.

Chants of the Daoist's divine might began to ripple among the crowd.

At the end of the long street,

a girl with a high ponytail appeared. She was around 1.68 meters tall, dressed in black, her feet in white-cloud patterned boots still stained with mottled blood, and in one hand she held a long-handled Eight Trigrams axe higher than herself, still dripping blood. Who it belonged to was anyone's guess...

The giant axe, almost as big as a door, seemed effortlessly held by the girl.

This person was none other than Qian Yueru, the governor sent to find Yi Chen.

Her mouth opened wide in shock at the scene in front of her.

She had arrived at the end of the long street just in time to see Yi Chen lifting the bizarre corpse above his head, ripping it in half with his hands and bathing in its blood.

At that moment, she was overjoyed.

"Dare I ask if this is Taoist Yi Chengzi of Hidden Dragon Temple in person?"

"Lin Zhenbei was right; the Daoist is indeed a master."

"I never expected that the shallow waters of Ping'an County could nurture a True Dragon like you!"

Qian Yueru's voice thundered, rolling toward him.

The surrounding crowd turned their gaze toward Yi Chen, murmurs gradually rising.

However, before Qian Yueru could finish, Yi Chen's face suddenly changed, he interrupted her words and denied everything three times.

"I'm not, you're talking nonsense."

"I really don't know who Yi Chengzi is."

"My nickname is Qitian Yaor."

As for this powerful girl who suddenly appeared and called him out by his real name, Yi Chen was completely puzzled.

Dammit, I have no grudges with this powerful girl who has suddenly appeared; why does she want to harm me like this?

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