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

"Damn it, Yi Chengzi, hadn't you gone back?"

"When did you get here?" Bu Zhong's expression changed dramatically as he stuttered out his question.

Yi Chen chuckled, "Naturally, it was while you were talking about slaughtering that vanished couple!"

With a swoosh, Yi Chen spread his hands apart, and instantly, bricks and stones scattered on the ground, revealing a huge human-shaped gap in the wall. His robust figure closed in on Bu Zhong step by step.

Miao Zi rolled her eyes and retreated to the walnut tree in the yard, playing the role of a war correspondent.

Fighting was no longer within the scope of her endeavors.

All she could do was help with some verbal jabs from atop the tree.

That was her 'Paw Way'.

"Didn't you say you wanted to exterminate everyone at Hidden Dragon Temple? Well, the Daoist is here, make your move."

Yi Chen sneered and brought his face close to Bu Zhong's, slapping his own neck vein.

"See the Daoist's neck? Come on, twist my head off."

"My head is itchy."

Feeling the abyssal, ocean-like aura emanating from Yi Chen, Bu Zhong finally changed color in shock. Just as he was about to speak, he was knocked over to the ground with an imposing face slap.

"What use is the opportunity I gave you!"

"Do you know how useless you are when I give you an opportunity?"

A silvery-white massive hand grabbed Bu Zhong by the collar and pulled him back to his feet.

"I'll give you another chance, go ahead."

"I promise I won't fight back!"

Yi Chen sneered and brought his face close to Bu Zhong's once again.

"Yi Taoist, I was wrong, how could I dare..."

Bu Zhong's pitiful expression suddenly turned vengeful. His hand transformed into a purple crystal color and struck at Yi Chen with the speed of light, hoping to repeat the sneak attack.

His resentment at that moment was beyond words.

Being slapped by his senior brother was one thing, after all, he was raised by his senior brother. But the person in front of him dared to humiliate him so, and not all the waters of the Eastern Sea could wash away his disgrace.

If he hadn't known that his cultivation was far inferior to the towering Daoist in front of him and that escape was impossible, he would have fled long ago.

Fortunately, he finally seized a glimmer of opportunity, a chance for a desperate counterattack.

This person was too arrogant. How could he know that from the imagery transmitted through the Purple Token, he had discerned a move called the Lightning Purple Dragon Drill?

This move was the epitome of the ability to break spells, unimaginable to others. As long as he could strike Yi Chengzi's body, he would have a chance to turn the tables.

Who asked Yi Chengzi to be so arrogant and overconfident?

"Success!"

"It has to be a success!"

Bu Zhong's face twisted with malice, as purple runes once again crawled across his face.

His purple crystal claws were about to touch the skin on Yi Chengzi's neck.

He could already smell the sweet scent of flesh and blood.

Joy was already mounting in his heart.

Smack!

At the critical moment, another slap shadowed across and sent him flying again.

Yi Chen's mocking laughter sounded once more.

"Sorry, it was a reflex reaction!"

"That one doesn't count, try again!"

"Next time I definitely won't fight back; I'll control myself!"

"But little monk, you're feeble with your straightforward moves~"

Laughable. Yi Chen would never genuinely use his face to catch that ghastly sorcery of the weird little monk's spell, even if the peculiar little monk could not breach his defenses.

Looking at Yi Chen, who was pulling him up again, Bu Zhong felt numb as he experienced a roller coaster of emotions.

That's too much; wasn't it agreed you wouldn't fight back?

"You, you said you would..." Bu Zhong stuttered, yet mid-sentence, his hidden right hand suddenly stretched out twistedly, attempting to backstab Yi Chen in the heart from behind.

Smack!

He fell again, and at this moment, it almost seemed as if there were three towering Daoists standing before him, making the world seem somewhat unreal.

"You fought back again!" Bu Zhong's expression was on the verge of rage.

He had been tricked once more.

This time Yi Chen did not pick him up but said indifferently, "Can't you tolerate even that much?"

"If you can't endure this bit yourself, what about those people you've deceived? I'm merely using your own methods against you."

"Believers admire your Han Shan Temple, they trust you, respect you, and reveal to you their joys and sorrows, their woes, their birth dates. You've played them for fools, so how is it that you can't accept it when it's done to you? Master Bu Zhong."

"Those people don't respect me, they don't respect Buddha, they respect their own desires! What's wrong with deceiving them?" Bu Zhong spat out blood as he half lay on the ground, angrily shouting.

"Twisted logic! Humans have their seven emotions and six desires as is the natural order."

"So what if they come to your Buddhist temple with desires and requests? Having desires and requests isn't wrong. I believe that even the true Buddha, who has long since broken through this realm and whose whereabouts are unknown, wouldn't respond to everything. Yet He still sits high in the great hall, still revered by thousands of believers."

"Because He understands that sometimes, just by speaking one's heart out, it already dissipates some of the burden. That in itself is a response already received."

"The world is but a sea of suffering; to have desires and to seek solace in them is the most normal thing."

"They seek you out not necessarily because they truly want something, perhaps they just wish to find someone detached to ease the burdens in their hearts, trusting in the millennium-old reputation of your Han Shan Temple. That's why they come."

"Sadly, they've just placed their trust in the wrong person; their mistake isn't in paying respect to their own desires, but in trusting you. If they had come to me, a simple word..."

"Pah, that's not important."

"Ultimately, all your actions are nothing but excuses for your vile, nauseating facade."

"Do you know what you are? You're a total waste, envious of the talented, resentful of the capable, neither demon nor Buddha, petty and narrow-minded, like a disgusting bug."

With each word Yi Chen said, his boot would randomly land on one of Bu Zhong's limbs, with the distinct sound of bones cracking continuously ringing out.

However, Bu Zhong could only wail in agony, intermittently cursing and begging to be killed, because Yi Chen had already destroyed his cultivation body.

Yi Chen's palm was now not so easily endured; the overwhelming power of Extreme Origin surged into Bu Zhong's body, wildly suppressing the demonic energy within him and destroying his physical form.

Swindlers hate most being swindled by others.

A pervert fears most someone more perverse than themselves.

Those who display arrogance are inwardly deficient.

Shortly after, a hemp rope was lowered from the rafters of the great hall of the Han Shan Temple, with a large axe used for chopping wood tied to one end, and the other end stuffed into Bu Zhong's mouth by Yi Chen.

At this point, Bu Zhong's limbs were all disabled, with only his teeth still able to move.

He sat there, smiling, in front of Bu Zhong, watching his teeth chatter, watching his eyes go from resentful to fearful.

"You want to die, don't you? Just relax your jaw, and it's over."

"Snap! And you'll be brainless."

Yi Chen kindly suggested a strategy to Bu Zhong.

He hadn't done anything; he merely replicated what Bu Zhong had done to others and it was enough to break his defenses.

Yi Chen wasn't worried in the slightest that Bu Zhong would genuinely commit suicide because people like him, no matter how loud they screamed before, cherish their lives especially at the brink of death—as long as they have a choice.

They'll tell you that even a beast has the right to choose to live on.

Bu Zhong was stubborn, lasting almost half an hour against Yi Chen.

Left with no choice, Yi Chen could only take a large incense stick, nearly one meter high and as thick as an arm, from the great hall of Han Shan Temple, and wrapped the middle section of the rope in Bu Zhong's mouth around the incense at the one-third mark twice.

As Yi Chen lit the incense, Bu Zhong's defenses broke once again. He clenched his eyes shut, released the rope from his mouth intending to burst into curses, but the axe above his head plummeted down sharply.

It landed in Yi Chen's hands.

After a long moment, Bu Zhong's tightly shut eyes trembled open, and a fist larger than a cooking pot rapidly enlarged in his view!

Pu Chi!

An exploded watermelon burst open.

Laughable, how could Yi Chen possibly let Bu Zhong die to an axe?

What he had done before was merely to kill the man's spirit.

Such cultivators fused with the Purple Token were high-end experimental materials; they might contain Deep Red Points and should not be wasted.

Looking at Bu Zhong's body, Yi Chen sighed in disappointment, with no information flowing through his eyelids.

Just as he flicked a white flame with his fingers, an abrupt change occurred.

From within Bu Zhong's corpse, a palm-sized, purple, diamond-shaped token suddenly coalesced, seeking to escape outward.

Upon the appearance of the diamond-shaped Purple Token, a supreme longing unexpectedly surged in Yi Chen's heart.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal, Heavenly Light!"

Keeping vigilant in his heart, Yi Chen immediately revealed his strongest form.

A Daoist figure towering eleven meters directly broke through the ceiling of the Han Shan Temple's great hall.

Yi Chen's giant silver-white hand clamped down, firmly pressing the fleeing Purple Token.

The rich white energy of Extreme Origin frantically converged into his palm.

[Touched a special item, Deep Red Points +20]

[Touched a special item, Deep Red Points +20]

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[Touched a special item, Deep Red Points +20]

For a moment, the stream of information at Yi Chen's eyelids began to flood, a sense of wild elation overwhelming him.