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

"Ahhhh, you've ruined my foundation, spoiled my great plans! You all must die! All of you must die!"

The seventh prince's shrill howl echoed between heaven and earth, as if mad with frenzy.

It sent a chill through the hearts of those who heard it.

He had never imagined that the grand formation he had spent decades creating and setting up would shatter so easily.

If everything had gone according to his plans, the demonic heart in the secret realm, constantly nurtured by the blood spring to accumulate vitality and enhance mana, would have needed at least seven more days to reach perfection.

At that time, he would have absorbed the shell he shed to assist himself in merging with the demonic heart, thus successfully undergoing demonic transformation and completely reforming his base.

But all this had been disrupted by Yi Chen and others.

To support the grand formation, he could only leave his physical shell outside the bronze door to suppress the core, while his soul entered the great hall to forcefully merge with the demonic heart.

Before this, he had been forced by some handsome chap to use the Demon Blood Escape technique twice in quick succession to flee, causing his cultivation body and mind to be damaged.

Under so many unfavorable conditions, what should have been a successful suppression of the demonic heart and the remaking of his flesh in the grand scheme of things turned into a near-success.

The Demon Heaven Technique rebounded against him.

His own body was eroded by the demon nature of the demonic heart. Instead of shaping into the form he willed, his body reverted to a monstrous shape, a ghastly figure that was neither human nor ghost.

How could he not be driven mad with hate?

In an instant, the monster's eyes were covered with a layer of blood.

He had actually fallen into demonic madness.

The seventh prince's body proliferated again, and small protrusions as thick as buckets emerged all over his body, which then quickly proliferated into tentacles that began to swing wildly under the enhancement of demonic qi.

At this time, the seventh prince had lost his reasoning, becoming a monster that only knew destruction.

Yi Chen frowned at this and retreated behind Feng Linsu and the others.

He would never take the initiative to attack again.

Although Feng Linsu didn't possess a natural divine body like the commander of the Red Flame Army, he was nonetheless a practitioner at the eighth level of the True Person Realm with a profound foundation.

Lian Hongying had also condensed a mystical seed and was about to step into the eighth level of the True Person Realm.

The husband and wife exchanged a glance, joining hands to fight the enemy together. Green light flowed together with red light in combat against the monster that the seventh prince had become.

Feng Linsu's awakened power was that of the wind spirit, his wind-attribute magic far surpassed that of Lin Baihu by an indescribable amount; Lian Hongying, on the other hand, possessed the fire spirit, her fire-attribute mysticism transcended the mundane. Together, the wind aided the fire's power, the fire borrowed the wind's might, and for a time they overwhelmed the monster that the seventh prince had become, preventing it from retaliating.

One after another, tentacles broke off, and foul-smelling black blood spilled everywhere, corroding the ground into pits of varying depths.

"I thought there'd be a tough battle, but who would have thought Feng Linsu still had a combination of wind and fire up his sleeve?"

"Such might is simply terrifying."

Feng Linsu and his wife worked together in perfect harmony, advancing and retreating as one. Yi Chen felt that if he were to face them, he would probably have to tuck his tail and flee, invoking a space-breaking escape.

The seventh prince, though now more ferocious in his demonic madness, lacked battle wisdom. With his mind invaded by the demon nature, he could only fight on instinct, and his defeat was inevitable.

Yi Chen watched Feng Linsu's expression and guessed that this deputy commander of the Jiangbei Circuit probably still had other cards to play that he hadn't revealed.

"Commander Feng, I will assist you!"

"Yang Ji · Four Symbols!"

Just as the monster stiffened in its all-out effort to combat Feng Linsu and his wife, Yi Chen's eyes flickered, and he quietly moved behind the seventh prince.

Four streaks of golden light flashed by.

The two-and-a-half-meter-long Dragon-Slaying Sword, as wide as a door and shaped like an octahedral Han sword, plunged hilt-deep into the monster's rear.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Almost in an instant, the sword thrusted in and out four times in succession.

No one could describe the style of Yi Chen's swordplay!

A sword strike makes demons kneel!

After a successful strike, Yi Chen withdrew the Dragon-Slaying Sword and his figure explosively retreated, bringing with it a large amount of yellow-green filthy liquid.

The demonic creature's form faltered.

The Prince's head instantly twisted one hundred eighty degrees, turning to the rear to look at Yi Chen.

Whether it was due to the previous frenzied dispersal of demonic energy or the effect of the intense pain, the blood-red glow in the demon-transformed Prince's eyes had almost vanished, leaving a lucid expression.

A familiar grand visage appeared before his eyes.

An earth-shattering scream came, spreading in all directions!

Just by hearing the sound, one could imagine the excruciating pain the Prince was enduring!

Two meters fifty!

Coated with golden Inner Qi!

Strength-Breaking Realm lv2's piercing ability! Accompanied by shock and explosive effects!

Yang Ji · Four Symbols!

This fortune is too great.

Clearly, the Prince couldn't hold on.

"Aaaaah!"

"Yi Chengzi!"

"Damn it, it's you again, you son of a bitch!"

The Prince actually roared out, with two streams of murky liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Even the demonic creature could shed tears.

Swipe swipe swipe swipe!

Four streams of Mana flashed across, and the demon-transformed Prince was instantly caught off guard and whittled down to a stick figure by Feng Linsu and his wife.

Dragging the Prince, who was like a dead dog, everyone successively stepped into the bronze doorway.

Yi Chen followed at the end.

Looking at the words "Seal the Demon" on the door, for a moment, he couldn't help but think of his own experience in Lingyang City.

Suddenly, Yi Chen thought of another genius who had annihilated his family, the old ancestor of the Ling family.

"Could it be that this Prince also accidentally stumbled into this demon-sealing place and got a Cultivation Technique left by a demon on the verge of death?"

In a whirling world, a familiar sensation came, and Yi Chen arrived inside the Underground Palace.

The towering wooden prisons, stacked together like a Rubik's cube.

People were raised like livestock, with many people crammed in a narrow space, mostly women and children. By now, most people inside the wooden prisons had died, and thick blood plasma was everywhere to be seen.

It was almost the scene within the Liuying Jade.

No, even more tragic than that scene.

The faces of Feng Linsu and the others turned ashen.

Everyone suddenly felt a rush of blood to the head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of my masterpiece?"

"To the victor go the spoils, it's just a pity I lacked a bit of luck. If not for Yi Chengzi, I'm afraid I would have soon completed the Demon Heaven Technique and become a True Monarch!"

The Prince began to laugh wildly, appearing utterly mad.

"Is that the Cultivation Technique that dying demon scrawled into the ground before telling you? Demon Heaven Technique, what a domineering name."

"You found a dead demon in the rear hall? Before his death, he used a secret technique to preserve a trace of life in his demonic heart for you to nourish?" Yi Chen sneered.

"You... You know about this too? Who on earth are you?" the Seventh Prince stammered.

"You're such a fool to believe the words of a demon."

"Cultivating for so long, have you never doubted it?"

"Or have you reached a point of no return?"

"Fool, had it not been for this ordeal, do you believe that once you fully merge with that demonic heart, what awaits you is most likely to become a demon, entirely given to slaughter?"

"You can still retain your own consciousness, you should thank the Taoist Master for preventing you from completing your cultivation."

Yi Chen's words were like a steel knife, stabbing into the Seventh Prince's heart, revealing the truth he had always been unwilling to face.

Long ago, atop the Tianxiang State Brothel and through subsequent encounters, Yi Chen had noticed that something was off with the Seventh Prince.

Unable to control his erratic desires, easily ignited, extremely paranoid—looking back now, it was all due to the severe erosion from practicing the Demon Heaven Technique.

To think that he could subdue the demonic heart was nothing but a fool's dream.

Lies do not hurt people, the truth is the swift blade!

Yi Chen's words were like lightning striking the Seventh Prince's soul, ultimately, he was just a fool who dared not face his own failure.

Deep down, he had realized something was amiss as his cultivation of the Demon Heaven Technique advanced, but he had gone too far down this path.

He was unwilling and afraid to doubt.

Like a gambler, he had no way to turn back.

Only when he found himself in this plight did he put aside his escapism and confronted his inner self.

Yi Chen's words.
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Killed the man, pierced the heart.

"Haha, impossible, you must be lying to me!"

"You are lying to me!"

"You all are lying to me!"

The Seventh Prince let out a wretched scream that was even more harrowing than when he'd been sodomized before, inching forward towards the main hall like a maggot baby, leaving behind a long trail of blood on the ground.

"The Demon Heaven Technique!"

"My Demon Heaven Technique!"

"Haha, how could I have become like this!"

"No, I want to become a True Monarch! Even if it costs me everything, I must cultivate to be a True Monarch, I won't be looked down upon!"

This place, a sealing demon secret realm, apart from being more spacious, did not differ much from the layout Yi Chen had seen in Lingyang City.

Thirty-six dark iron chains dangling from the rooftops were embedded into a massive creature with huge antlers on its head, which by now was mummified and dried out, its chest cavity opened, and the heart gone.

The Seventh Prince, just another fool.

A fool blinded by greed.

Compared to the Ling family's ancestors, this fool was still a prince who did not deserve his death.

And a foolish prince, if he wishes to do something, how terrifyingly dangerous he could be~

Therefore, the Seventh Prince's sins are hundreds and thousands of times greater than those of the Ling family's ancestor.

"I was wrong, I dare not anymore, I will atone with the rest of my life, let me go, give me a chance."

Suddenly the Seventh Prince started to bang his head against the ground.

Like a desperate gambler swearing oaths.

The word 'greed' ran through the life of the Seventh Prince.

"Your Highness, forgiving you is the business of the countless souls of Tianfeng Prefecture, what I need to do is to send you to them," said Yi Chen.

"Taoist Master Yi, do as you please. This matter reflects my husband's lack of oversight, and this man's death is not a loss; let's not make it too easy for him," Lian Hongying spoke, her voice laced with murderous intent.

Looking at the ground littered with infant skeletons, as a woman, she was already beyond furious.

Her phoenix eyes fiercely glared at Feng Linsu.

If this man weren't her husband, she might have cursed him out loud.

Yi Chen nodded to Lian Hongying, and the two pulled out their tools and started to cut.

Feng Linsu followed closely behind.

From time to time, Lian Hongying and her partner fed the Seventh Prince some ferociously potent medicinal pills to prolong his life and cast healing spells to keep him alive for treatment.

A fool who did something foolish, but his stupidity is no excuse for acquittal.

Everyone must pay the price for their actions.

If good and evil go unrewarded, the heaven and earth must hold a bias!

The horrific screams echoed through the rear hall.

One by one, two by two, it went on until he was as divided as Wu, as quartered as Shang Yang, as sexted as Lao Ai, and as calculus as the Seventh Prince.

Yi Chen's final stroke pierced into the demonic heart of the Seventh Prince.

Hiss!

A plume of black smoke rose.

The Seventh Prince moved no more.

Suddenly, a line of small characters emerged before Yi Chen's eyes.

[You have successfully killed the Evil Bull Demon General (Remnant), receiving two thousand Deep Red Points.]

What the heck!

Does virtue receive its reward?

This demon really hadn't died, a hint of consciousness had been submerged in the deepest part of the demonic heart, waiting to awaken and take over?

What a curious and wonderful technique.

This demon had a high vitality essence.

It had managed to deceive its predecessor who had sealed it here; Yi Chen believed the cost paid by the demon must be immeasurable.

Perhaps it was nothing more than a little bud nurtured on a withered branch, even if it achieved its goal later, it wouldn't be the same being anymore.

So this is the Demon Heaven Technique.

Fortunately, the Seventh Prince had not completed his cultivation; otherwise, once the consciousness hidden in the demonic heart awoke and incubated, it's uncertain what monster would have emerged.

"Taoist Master, why do you laugh?" Lian Hongying asked curiously.

"By removing a scourge from this world, this humble Taoist can hardly contain his joy," Yi Chen bowed respectfully.

It was his turn to deliver the final blow that killed the Seventh Prince, earning him two thousand Deep Red Points effortlessly; why wouldn't he be happy? Hee-hee.

The Seventh Prince knew only to engage in crooked shortcuts; how could he compare with someone like Yi Chen, who progressed step by step through arduous cultivation?

This humble Taoist has accumulated good deeds throughout his life; this humble Taoist deserves it!

Lian Hongying: "I've heard that the Taoist Master is still without a partner, I have a niece..."