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

Chapter 29 Fury and Change.

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The white-haired elder was a bit stunned at the moment, only feeling a darkness before his eyes, as the nun who was as beautiful as a jade vanished, and a daoist as strong as a bear appeared in front of him.

A huge shadow covered the light and enveloped his figure, and without even smelling, he knew the person before him was filled with the Pure Yang Qi he hated the most.

"You gonna talk, or did you leave your vocal cords at home?"

"I want your firewood knife, but I don't want to pay; what should I do?"

"Got any more? I'd like to buy a few more."

Yi Chen picked up the white-haired elder's firewood knife and flicked the blade with his finger, grinning wickedly in the moonlight.

He really did want that knife; it wasn't just empty talk.

As soon as he gripped the handle, a trickle of cool qi entered his body, and his Deep Red Value immediately increased by twenty points, which surprised and delighted him.

He took the knife and tucked it into his waistband, then stretched out his hand and beckoned provocatively in front of the white-haired elder, looking every bit the bully.

When the clouds covered the moon earlier, Yi Chen had detected that something was off, sensing a burst of Yin Qi appearing not far from South City, so he immediately rushed over.

After observing in the dark for a second or two, he noticed that the evil spirit's Yin Qi wasn't as dense as he had imagined, quite similar to the old ghost who sold 'melons' in Yin Manor.

Danger -50 points

Righteousness +500 points.

So he first ignited the triangular talisman with mana and then decisively chose to act, rescuing Abbess Shuiyue.

Looking at the young daoist in front of him, dressed in a robe but resembling a bandit, the white-haired elder finally reacted.

It seemed he had been robbed.

This was utterly ridiculous.

A surge of anger rushed to the top of his head.

He twisted his mouth into a sinister smile, about to speak when suddenly a blast of wind hit him—Yi Chen had already launched a preemptive surprise attack.

A powerful, heavy diagonal knee strike hit the white-haired elder in the chest.

The elder's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets from the knee strike as stars exploded in his vision, as if seeing his own great-grandmother from his past life.

Under the force of the blow, his body began to rise 'towards the clouds,' but this was far from the end. Yi Chen's body slightly bowed, legs bent, as his leg muscles suddenly bulged out.

He sprung up like a coiled spring, and in an instant, he was above the white-haired elder.

His elbow, emanating a faint purple Pure Yang Inner Qi, smashed fiercely into the lower part of the elder's neck.

The white-haired elder plummeted at a faster rate than he had ascended.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The white-haired elder's entire body embedded into the street paved with long, green stone slabs, sinking into it.

With the point of his fall as the center, cracks spread out in all directions.

Dust was thrown up everywhere.

At this moment, Master Lianhua and Daoist Qingxu arrived just in time to witness the scene where Yi Chen leaped up high and struck the white-haired elder with his elbow.

Both widened their eyes in unison, looking as if they'd seen a ghost.

Especially Daoist Qingxu, who was even more astonished. This wasn't right.

The fighting style of Taoist Yi Chengzi was much too different from that of his master.

He sniffed, focused intently on the pale purple Inner Qi surrounding Yi Chen, with growing doubts in his heart.

"It's the aura of Pure Yang true strength, but it lacks the purity of Bai Yunzi's, and the color is also off."

"Though it hardly differs from Pure Yang true strength and has a significant restraining effect on evil spirits, this inhuman colossal strength is simply inconceivable, it doesn't seem like strength that a human could possess."

All of a sudden, a suspicion sprang into Daoist Qingxu's mind.

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"Could it be that Taoist Yi Chengzi is truly a genius? Using the 'Supreme Celestial Pure Yang Root-Source Taoist Scripture' as a foundation, has he carved out a new path for himself?"

"Or does Hidden Dragon Temple possess a secret tradition, and the path Taoist Yi Chengzi is following is the second one?"

"Sss, a tiger does not display its might when dead. Hidden Dragon Temple truly has a profound foundation and enduring blessings."

Thinking of these possibilities, the complexion of Daoist Qingxu turned somewhat uncertain.

Originally, after the death of Bai Yunzi, amongst all the powers of Fengyun Temple, his own Huanzhen Temple should have been the leader, and his senior brother, the Huanzhen Temple Master, was also a powerful figure at the peak of the Essence Refinement Realm.

Who might step into the Qi Refinement Realm at any moment.

This...

In an instant, Daoist Qingxu thought of many possibilities.

Behind Yi Chen, Abbess Shuiyue stood watching the figure in front of her like a demon god, and with her jade-like hand covering her red lips, her shock was incomparable.

Too terrifying, too ferocious, is this the might of the Pure Yang Taoist method?

Blood Qi like a melting furnace, Pure Yang soaring to the heavens.

Indeed, a powerful path next in esteem only to thunder magic in warding off evil.

The three gazes converged, focusing on Yi Chen, then shifted to the human-shaped pit in front.

"Is he dead?"

The same question rose in the hearts of the three.

Yi Chen stood with his hands behind him, looking forward, but not feeling much joy in his heart.

He always felt that things wouldn't be so simple, after all, this was a powerful evil spirit capable of silently killing more than two hundred people overnight; it couldn't be that it was dispatched by his two strikes.

Indeed, a series of coughing sounds rose from within the pit, and a hunched old man with white hair struggled to stand up from within it.

"Taoist, you are indeed strong, but pity that your Pure Yang Qi is not pure."

The sinister voice of the white-haired old man came from all around, and just listening to the voice one could sense the venom and hatred in his heart.

He stood up like a zombie, pivoting on his heels in an arc. His skinny, chicken-claw-like hands reached for his protruding eyeballs and pushed them back in. Then he twisted his own head with both hands, exerting force to dislocate his own head and spine.

A headless old man stood in the middle of the street, endless black ghostly Qi gushing from the severed neck.

"I will have you all die!"

He let out a long howl towards the sky, his gaunt body swelling, his presence becoming ever more frightful, and his body stretching to almost two meters tall.

His head became the hilt of a sword, his spine the blade.

A headless old man, holding his own head, charged toward Yi Chen with great strides.

The thick black ghostly Qi emerging from his neck transformed into three black smoke skull heads that separately rushed toward Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Blooming Master, and Daoist Qingxu.

This scene was extremely grotesque, and it made onlookers' scalps tingle with alarm.

This evil spirit was exceedingly brutal and tremendously confident.

Facing the four of them - Yi Chen and his companions - it still fancied a delusion of one against four, swallowing them all.

"Be careful, Daoist."

"Impudence!"

"Arrogance!"

Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Blooming Master, and Daoist Qingxu each let out a great shout, immediately employing their skills to counter the black smoke skull heads.

Yi Chen's gaze was fixed on the headless white-haired old man charging toward him, his body surged with Pure Yang Qi, yet his mind remained extremely calm.

He abruptly drew the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the pale purple Pure Yang Inner Qi roaring at full throttle, lifting the hem of his Taoist robe into the air.

"If you want to take my life, let's see if you have the capability."

Yi Chen bellowed, his Pure Yang Inner Qi becoming even more intense. The sword light on the Dragon-Slaying Sword increased by threefold, and in an instant, the sword met the headless white-haired old man's spinal blade.