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

Conversations between men are always so plain and boring, devoid of any flair. After the commotion, everyone seemed a little less afraid, and followed Yi Chen into the main hall.

At night, the firewood in the brazier crackled and popped as it burned, occasionally bursting with loud bangs.

Yi Chen sat dominantly in the seat of honor, watching the numerous escorts below him.

Some of the younger escorts, having been exhausted for days, were nearly falling asleep. These were the individuals Yi Chen paid close attention to.

He was very curious. Under his watch, how exactly did the evil spirit invade dreams and kill?

Unless he couldn't find a way to navigate out of the fog, Yi Chen wouldn't choose to confront the spirit in a dream without fully understanding its capabilities.

It's a matter of "every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost." He needed to observe a few more samples first.

Anyway, there were plenty of people in the town who couldn't hold out much longer.

The night was inherently cool, and this sensation was even more pronounced within the ancient town.

Outside the room, ghostly winds would occasionally sweep by, causing the trees in the courtyard to rustle violently.

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One could also faintly hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Hours passed quietly like this, without any incidents except for a young escort with a stomachache who needed to use the latrine.

But Yi Chen learned from the previous experience at the Yang family fortress and immediately took a dozen people to surround the latrine, stretching their formation to its limits.

Having Yi Taoist personally guard him while he relieved himself was an honor for the young escort, not to mention the dozen colleagues standing with arms crossed, keeping watch.

With that, everyone returned to the main hall. All was calm, except the wind outside had grown stronger on their return.

Yi Chen took a deep look at everyone in the main hall. For some reason, ever since he had entered the ancient town, he always felt something was off, but couldn't put his finger on it. As a result, he had to be extra vigilant.

As time ticked by, the outside wind suddenly intensified, as though a ghost was swirling and roaring above the ancient town.

Bang! The firmly closed doors of the main hall were blown open by the gusts, bringing in a foul stench of rotten seafood that was nauseating.

At the same time, a distant sound of crashing waves could be heard, as if some unknown creature had crawled out from the Wujang River.

The sounds grew closer and louder.

"Interesting."

"Just in time."

Seeing this change, a smile played on Yi Chen's lips. He feared not the change, but the lack of it.

It seemed that the evil spirit in the town expended quite the price to befuddle the senses of a master like him and create that strange fog; unable to find Yi Chen's weak spot, it had finally lashed out in anger.

No matter what, this was a good development.

He had originally planned that if he couldn't find a way out by tomorrow, he would simply dismantle the entire ancient town. He would turn every stone, dig three feet deep to see if the ghostly thing causing the fog could maintain its astonishing abilities without anything to hold onto.

Boom!

A loud explosion.

The gates of the residence were blasted open by a tremendous force.

A tall shadow strode in.

It was a corpse, bloated to the size of a giant.

The corpse was still draped in a daoist robe, now swollen and rotting, with the faint image of a white crane spreading its wings embroidered on it.

In its hand, the large corpse clutched a dark and huge Wolf Fang Club, covered with dense and vicious barbs.

"Everyone, step back."

"The undead monster is ferocious; let me handle this!"

Just as Yi Chen was about to intervene, Ning Feixue had already arrived with the twin maidens, drawing the Peach Wood Sword from his back and slashing at the giant undead creature.

In an instant, mana clashed, the undead roared, and man and monster were locked in a fierce battle.

Yi Chen watched the giant undead with a hesitant expression, feeling that the clothing on the corpse seemed familiar, as if it belonged to someone he once knew.

And during the giant corpse monster's roar, a thin red ribbon could be seen peeking out from its throat, seemingly hiding something.

This discovery couldn't help but bring a possibility to Yi Chen's mind, causing him to survey his surroundings in shock, startling himself with his own conjecture.

If that was really the case, then...

"Good, thrilling!"

"Truly thrilling!"

Ning Feixue, whose martial arts practice was unknown, moved with incredible speed, becoming like a shooting star under the moonlight, fluttering around the giant corpse monster like a butterfly threading through flowers, constantly seeking opportunities to slash, drawing its hate.

His speed was extreme, while the giant corpse monster's movements were relatively clumsy, driving it into a continuous rage.

However, the monster's skin was coated in a strange yellow grease, tough and thick, making it a match for Ning Feixue, who was equally skilled, engaging in a frenzied battle.

At this moment, led by Zhang Bukai, the bodyguards from the Wei Yuan Escort Bureau stood grasping their waist sabers behind Yi Chen, unable to get involved in such a battle.

Zhu Sha and Qing Rou clenched the corners of their clothes tightly in their jade-like hands, excitedly watching the battle, their eyes shaping into Ning Feixue's form.

Overcome by emotion, the two women couldn't help but wave their delicate fists and shouted loudly:

"Go Brother Feixue, you can do it!"

Especially the younger sister, Qing Rou, who looked frequently towards Yi Chen as she cheered, her taunting expression pronounced.

Encouraged by the two women, Ning Feixue somehow intensified his mana, his aura growing stronger.

His speed increased even further.

The sounds of thumping against the corpse monster sparked showers of sparks, reminiscent of Lin Baihu's style.

At that moment, Ning Feixue stood tall and slender, like an exiled immortal, while his Peach Wood Sword exhaled a seven-inch long yang-attribute sword light.

With each sword strike, he whispered a line of poetry, utterly ostentatious.

"One laments the talent wasted in idleness."

"Two laments the brief fates of beauties."

"Three laments that herring have too many bones."

"Four laments the scentless begonias."

"Five laments..."

There was no fifth lament, Yi Chen could no longer stand by and watch. Ning Master would be scratching at this until when? Yi Chen's figure suddenly accelerated, stirring up leaves into a dance as he vigorously stepped forward, launching a ferocious stomp towards the giant corpse monster's chest.

Crack.

A grating sound of bone crushing echoed as the chest of the giant corpse monster collapsed as if kicked by a prehistoric mammoth.

The onlookers, especially the two ladies, Zhu Sha and Qing Rou, were as if they'd seen a ghost; even their cheering stopped abruptly.

However, this wasn't the end. After kicking the giant corpse monster away, Yi Chen accelerated again, outpacing expectation. His azure hand, like an eagle's talon, snatched at the monster's head, delivering a fiercely powerful knee strike.

This knee almost knocked the eyeballs out of the corpse monster.

At this moment, including Ning Feixue, everyone's mouths were agape, as if they could swallow a duck egg.

But this still wasn't the end. Yi Chen's figure flashed and suddenly appeared above the giant corpse monster, delivering a crushing stomp directly onto its spine from midair.

Boom!

With a sound of bones breaking, the monster fell to the ground much faster than it had risen, its entire body embedding into the hard rocky surface.

Dust and debris flew everywhere, with a web-like spread of cracks radiating from the center of the monster, sending leaves scattering in all directions.

When the dust eventually settled, the crowd was shocked to see Yi Chen standing with one foot on the back of the giant corpse monster, the broken cross-section of its spine, with bone fragments sticking out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

How wild, how overwhelmingly powerful!

In an instant, the terrifying monster that Ning Feixue had not subdued even after a long fight was now motionless.

"Taoist... Taoist master, you call this a bit of strength?" Ning Feixue said tremblingly, pointing at Yi Chen, his eyes full of disbelief.