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

Chapter 109: The Evil Sect's Pillars Unite to Resist the Righteous Path of Yi Taoist!_2



At this moment, the pillars of the evil sects reached a consensus in an instant, agreeing to stand united against the righteous Yi Taoist.

All four were extremely experienced in combat, hardened monks who had emerged through blood and fire. If they let Yi Chen defeat them one by one as did just now, then none of them would survive.

But as long as they were of one heart and one mind, no matter who Yi Chen attacked, everyone would lash out at Yi Chen with all their might. Perhaps one of them could survive, sacrificing Yi Chen to secure a slim chance of life.

This was the insight and execution ability of monks who had battled their way out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It was a truly high-level duel.

After withstanding a joint attack from the four, Yi Chen couldn't help but bleed at the corner of his mouth, having sustained a light wound, and the cyan glaze armor on his back had also formed several cracks.

He was shaken as he looked at the four 'people' who had formed a circular formation, waiting in tight array.

Just as the likes of the Supreme Yin Reverend hadn't expected Yi Chen to be so decisive, Yi Chen hadn't expected the remaining four to be so decisive either, instantly making the most correct decision.

If the five had been able to act like this from the start, then Yi Chen would really have had a headache.

Fortunately, Yi Chen's opening move was the king bomb.

He had already gained the upper hand in the current situation, and the opponents were out of strategies, completely without any negotiating power with him.

"Taoist, wouldn't it be better to stop fighting? If we continue, the Taoist may be able to kill all four of us, but the Taoist also shouldn't expect to get away unscathed."

"If the Taoist is willing to stop, we will surely present a generous gift once we are outside."

The Supreme Yin Reverend's hoarse voice communicated his last-ditch effort.

The Asura Ghost General, the Rakshasa Ghost General, and Zhao the Corpse King all nodded repeatedly and said in unison:

"Exactly."

If they were to fight a decisive battle, they didn't know how many of them would survive to the end; better to negotiate peace now.

Unfortunately, they had no idea of their worth in Yi Chen's eyes, or the existence of such strange things as Deep Red Points.

This misjudgment in awareness was why they had let Yi Chen defeat the Umbrella Girl first, landing them in their current predicament.

Yi Chen extended a finger, dabbed at the fresh blood trickling from his lips, licked it lightly with his tongue, revealing an enigmatic expression that made the heart of the Supreme Yin Party jump.

For a moment, they felt like the orthodox sects, and the tall Taoist in front of them seemed more like a demonic sect member.

The flavor was too intense.

It should be someone from their side who acted like this.

Yi Chen's eyes fervently gazed at the four, as if looking at a peerless treasure, making their scalps tingle.

"No way."

"Unless you beat me to death, not one of you will leave here today."

"If the Taoist persists in his own way, we will fight to the death, and the Taoist may not be unscathed!" the Supreme Yin Reverend shouted angrily.

"Exactly, Taoist friend, please think thrice, our cultivation has not come easy, and we bear no deep grudge or hatred; if we fight to the end, even if you can kill a few of us, you will also be gravely injured, endangering your cultivation base, or even die. Why bother to such extremes?" Zhao the Corpse King couldn't help but utter a threat.

"Evil karma, wrongly wandering in samsara, take my fist first!"

Yi Chen stopped wasting words with them and turned into a cyan thread, first turning Chen Fuyun—who had nearly curled into a ball in the corner, trying to minimize his presence—into a blood mist, and then continued flying towards the Supreme Yin Reverend and the others, who were waiting in tight array.

Chen Family's patriarch, spoiled by years of wealth, in addition to his approaching end of life and the oppression of the sinister ghostly aura, seemed like no more than common poultry in Yi Chen's eyes now.

After all, what's wrong with killing off the third in command when the first and the second are at loggerheads?

"Fellow Taoists, let's fight this Taoist to the death!" the Supreme Yin Reverend, seeing Yi Chen's utter imperviousness to reason, also let out a fierce shout, clashing with Yi Chen.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions echoed non-stop within the Formation space.

Yi Chen, as if possessed with madness, furiously attacked the Supreme Yin Reverend. The pillars of the demonic path struggled to fend off Yi Taoist's assaults.

Yi Chen's fighting style was now completely focused on trading blow for blow.

Relying on the restoration of the light around him and the heat flow generated from the Origin Point that enhanced and healed his body, he fought with utter abandon and flamboyance.

That was the substantial worth of being considerably more durable while still dealing higher damage.

It was the source of Yi Chen's enthusiastic confidence.

"You little brat, have you gone mad? Stop, listen to what I have to say," the Supreme Yin Reverend, his hair and beard bristling with fury, struggled to defend himself with the help of the other three and his Styx Battle Banner in hand.

Yi Chen, as if he had a murderous vendetta against him, kept pushing and attacking him. Such torment nearly made the Supreme Yin Reverend vomit blood.

Clearly, he was the strongest of the four.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Yi Chen laughed heartily and continued his furious assault on the Supreme Yin Reverend. The energy was rampant; the ground of the Formation space was plowed over several times by the combatants, and dirt was occasionally swept up by the energy, flying around.

"You little brat, have you gone mad? I said stop—listen to what I have to say, I have a great secret to share with you," the Supreme Yin Reverend shouted.

"Can't hear you, I said I can't hear you!"

"I @$*%," the Supreme Yin Reverend's face showed a look of despair.

He had miscalculated again; this tall Daoist seemed like a monster, flinging around his Pure Yang Qi Force as if it cost him nothing.

He was tougher than the Supreme Yin Reverend had ever imagined, and there seemed to be a mysterious power constantly repairing his body.

It was like cheating.

He had never seen or heard of such a Daoist method in his over two hundred years of roaming.

"Yang Ji Fist."


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