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

In this life-and-death confrontation, what he gained was not just strength, not just improvement in skills, but the most precious thing was the tempering of his will.

An unstoppable will, like a blade cutting through the fog, cutting through the illusory, cutting through hesitation.

A powerful will allowed him to better grasp the moment of battle.

A powerful will meant that every time he swung his sword, he could better marshal the strength of his whole body. His power began to condense as one, allowing him to perform at his best, cutting with seven or eight parts of his strength to achieve the effect previously only possible with his full force.

This wonderful feeling made Yi Chen's very soul tremble with exhilaration.

"Come on!"

"Kill me, use all your strength!"

"Otherwise, you will be the one killed by me."

Yi Chen, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, quickly lunged toward the figure of the white-haired elder.

At that moment, a flash of white light passed, and the figures of Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Master, and Daoist Qingxu slowly emerged from the black mist.

At this point, their hearts felt as heavy as if they were pressed by a thousand-pound boulder.

They had been careless. They had accidentally been trapped by the Fog Ghost's wall of mist, and they had no idea how Taoist Yi Chengzi was faring. Yi Chen was facing a mud monster and the white-haired elder who were in a buffed state.

The Fog Ghost was a very special existence among the malevolent spirits, with chaotic will, slow reactions, and generally not high in spirit intelligence, even lacking strong offensive means.

However, its ability to impede and obstruct others was unparalleled. It could not only buff the malevolent spirits within its range but also weaken the enemy.

It was like a nurturing mother in the world of malevolent spirits. Once it merged or cooperated with other malevolent spirits, it often could produce incredible effects.

Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Master, and Daoist Qingxu found themselves trapped for a while by a natural spell of the Fog Ghost called "Ghost Hitting the Wall."

"Yi Taoist, you must hold on."

Not only Abbess Shuiyue and Lotus Master, but even Daoist Qingxu, who had previously been watching idly as Yi Chen fought the white-haired ghost to the death, prayed in their hearts.

After all, times change.

Daoist Qingxu felt as if his heart were a clear mirror. Once the Fog Ghost turned into an iron curtain, although its movement would be limited, it would also seal this space, which was not easy to break through.

If Yi Chen were to die, then the inevitable outcome for the three of them would be to be defeated one by one, leading to total annihilation.

"Look quickly!"

The first to emerge, Abbess Shuiyue, exclaimed in surprise.

Her voice was clear and enchanting, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, adding a touch of color to the oppressive environment.

The three of them turned their gaze to the focal point of the battlefield, the tall figure bloodily fighting with the white-robed elder. Everyone couldn't help but stare in astonishment.

Yi Chen, bloodied and even dead as they had imagined, did not appear. Instead, a towering figure in Daoist robes was violently slashing down the white-haired elder.

Abbess Shuiyue covered her mouth with her hand again in surprise.

"It is truly... astonishing. Was Taoist Yi Chengzi hiding his strength before? Did he not show his true limit?"

Abbess Shuiyue murmured in astonishment, her gaze following the movement of Yi Chen's figure.

Daoist Qingxu and Lotus Master were naturally shocked beyond measure.

Daoist Qingxu's gaze sharpened as he said solemnly, "Look, the Fog Ghost is continuously pouring Yin Qi into the white-haired ghost. The fact that we were able to break out so quickly is probably because Taoist Yi Chengzi had cornered these spirits in desperation."

Upon hearing this, Lotus Master's eyes gleamed brightly, and he said with a smile, "How can we allow Taoist Yi Chengzi to work so hard by himself and take all the glory?"

"Let's cast spells together, cut off the Fog Ghost's Yin Qi transmission to the white-haired ghost, cover for Taoist Yi Chengzi, and see if these spirits still have any tricks to play."

The three exchanged glances, nodded at each other, and each began to deploy their methods to intercept the Fog Ghost.

Mana radiance sped towards the black iron curtain.

Seeing the arrival of the three, the white-haired ghost, who was already complaining, felt even more regret.

Indeed, desire could be a sharp edge over one's head.

Previously, by relying on the Yin Qi provided by the Fog Ghost, it managed to barely hold on against the suddenly explosive Yi Chen. Although it was hard-pressed, it had somehow managed to survive.

It felt each second stretch into an eternity, hoping only for the relentless high Daoist's secret technique to wear off.

Instead of the secret technique's duration expiring, what arrived was Yi Chen's reinforcements.

"This is bad."

As Lotus Master and others made their move, the already dire situation for the white-haired ghost worsened even more.

Yi Chen swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword non-stop at the white-haired ghost, his swordplay becoming increasingly wild. The Dragon-Slaying Sword tore through the air, stirring up ripples.

Seeing Lotus Master and the other two emerge, Yi Chen couldn't help but sneer:

"You stupid jerk, wait for your death."

"Aren't you very brave?"

"Aren't you very tough?"

"Come on, kill me!"

"Why are you suddenly turning into a soft-shelled shrimp?"

"I want to see how long you can hold out without the Fog Ghost's Yin Qi support. When the time comes, I will slowly skin you alive, inch by inch."

Yi Chen suddenly transformed into a character similar to Murong Fu, employing the same reciprocal tactics, returning all the rubbish talk the white-haired elder had spouted right back to him.

Polarity inversion.

The white-haired old man, upon hearing this, was so angry his heart felt like it would vomit blood.

At this juncture, Yi Chen's endurance for the Yang Extreme Change was less than two minutes, so he channeled his remaining courage to pursue the weakened enemy, avoiding resting on his laurels. After venting his frustration, he focused on dealing with the white-haired old ghost.

After all, the longer the night, the more dreams to disturb it; catching him sooner rather than later was preferable.

Once again, their swords clashed.

The vibrational ripples spread out in all directions.

This time, the white-haired old ghost nearly lost his grip on his spine-bone sword. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Taoist, do you really intend to kill me off completely?"

"If you don't let me live, then let's both die..."

Thud.

The sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

The tip of the Dragon-Slaying Sword pierced out from the chest of the white-haired old ghost.

"To... to control the earth... I... dammit..."

The white-haired old ghost trembled as he pointed at a yellow figure in front of him, but he never got to finish his last words. Instead, he turned into a black smoke and disappeared between heaven and earth.

At that moment, Yi Chen saw a stream of information appear before his retina.

[You have successfully slain the Corpse Ghost and earned thirty Deep Red Points.]

However, Yi Chen had no time to check this information as he yelled towards Abbess Shuiyue, "Abbess, stop it quickly!"

Just now, as the white-haired old ghost threatened to fight to the death with Yi Chen, the controlling earthy mud that had turned into armor attached to the old ghost detached itself, forming into a small mud figure, and fled.

After all, the three entities were only forcefully bound together by their master using a spell. For the controlling earthy mud, rather than making a last stand with the white-haired old ghost, it was better to take advantage of the old ghost's hardship to make an early escape, and Yi Chen seized this moment, slaying the white-haired old ghost as soon as the mud detached itself.

The intentions of the controlling earthy mud were clear as day. Even if the old ghost blew up his own ghost heart, what good would it do? Even if he managed to kill the towering Taoist before him, there were still three others standing behind.

After the previous fight, both it and the Fog Ghost had been greatly depleted. Initiating another confrontation would undoubtedly lead to its doom, so it was better to bet on abandoning the white-haired old ghost for a chance to escape.

As soon as Yi Chen's words ended, Abbess Shuiyue reacted. A transparent water dragon burst forth from the jade bottle she carried, directly colliding with the controlling earthy mud shrouded in Yin Qi.

Water splashed in all directions.

Upon observing this, the mud figure formed by the controlling earthy mud revealed a humanoid smirk.

Finally, a chance for survival.

Right at that moment, it heard a voice.

"Celestial Flying Immortal!"

A piece of sword tip protruded from its chest as well, nailing it to the iron curtain.

It turns out that after Yi Chen shouted, realizing he couldn't reach it in time, he mustered all his strength and hurled the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, skewering the controlling earthy mud spirit.

"Everyone, get back!"

Yi Chen roared, and as Abbess Shuiyue, Lotus Flower Sorcerer, and Daoist Qingxu watched in astonishment, he stomped the flagstones underfoot, sending a crack rippling through the surrounding ground.

Using the powerful recoil from the ground, Yi Chen shot towards the controlling earthy mud like a cannonball.

He yanked the Dragon-Slaying Sword out with a gesture as if chopping ribs, repeatedly hacking toward the iron curtain formed by the controlling earthy mud and the Fog Ghost. His sword dance created afterimages until both the controlling earthy mud and Fog Ghost dissipated into black smoke, only then did Yi Chen cease his assault.

Would he let a secured prey slip through his fingers?

If those shiny Deep Red Points escaped, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night; he had fought desperately for them.

If someone else snagged the first kill, that would be even more unbearable; he had to be quick.

Soon after, two more information streams appeared before Yi Chen's retinas.

[You have successfully slain the controlling earthy mud and earned thirty Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully slain the Fog Ghost and earned thirty Deep Red Points.]

Phew, a windfall indeed; the greater the storm, the more valuable the fish.

Never had Yi Chen felt so wealthy; with this haul, plus the twenty Deep Red Points he gained from the White-haired Old Man's firewood knife, he had amassed a total of one hundred ten Deep Red Points.

Truly, that was so cool.

"Taoist, how did you accomplish that?"

Abbess Shuiyue, gazing at the towering figure before her, couldn't help but ask.

She was truly curious as to how Yi Chen, a youth, had achieved such a feat.

At this moment, the timed duration for the Yang Extreme Change also elapsed.

Yi Chen's body reverted to its normal height. Leaning on the Dragon-Slaying Sword, he looked at Abbess Shuiyue's oval face, and said with a gentle smile, "Well, naturally, it's because their will and strength were beneath mine."

"With conflicting intentions and no desire to fight, their will and strength were inferior to mine. Slaying them with my hand was but a routine matter."

"Their purity was too low."

Finished speaking, Yi Chen turned to face Daoist Qingxu's direction. The tip of his Dragon-Slaying Sword plunged into the flagstones, and a cold voice emerged.

"Daoist Qingxu, wouldn't you agree?"