Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 614 - 385: Li Jiang, you have truly disappointed me. Yuan Jun’s nine great secret troves have made a name for themselves.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like a dragon emerging from the depths, the distant misty mountains connected to the land beneath Yi Chen's feet suddenly began to surge as if some unknown thing was churning underground.
The earth rolled ceaselessly, with dull roars one after another, and black airwaves, crisscrossed like fish scales, spilled from the ground, rushing toward Yi Chen's position at high speed.
"Damn it, how dare you!"
The Daoist's eyes flashed with fierce light, and the Holy Halberd in his hand was suddenly thrust into the ground, blocking the path of the black airwave.
Boom!
Shockwaves soared into the sky with the Holy Halberd at the center.
The airwave was like a blade, which the Daoist smoothed out with one palm, protecting the stone city behind him.
Yi Chen pulled out the Holy Halberd in front of him and took big strides toward the distant green mountains.
"Who dares to obstruct the emergence of my Wrathful Cadaver!"
In the blink of an eye, after being hindered time and again, the largest mountain in Qingyan City suddenly exploded, and dense malevolent energy seeped from inside the mountain, transforming into a pale, handsome young man's figure.
The man wore a red-gold robe, with bloodstained fangs piercing his lips and revealed outside, and on his back sprouted two pairs of large black wings,
The wings bore strange golden ducts, connecting all parts of the wings, with dark red runes inscribed on them, shimmering with a faint light under the heavenly rays.
Carrying overwhelming heat waves, the Wrathful Cadaver suddenly appeared in the sky, even the people of Qingyan City felt the heat surging toward them.
Could that Daoist withstand such a detestable demon god?
The civilians still in the city, some carrying bundles, some holding infants, some leading livestock, and some urging ox-carts, all looked up at the sky.
Panic intensified in an instant.
An old Confucian scholar, holding a hen with straw tags, at first stared blankly with turbid pupils, then a strong fear flashed across his face.
"Run! Everyone, run!"
Flinging the hen into the sky, the scholar made a break for it. Just then, he remembered that his mother was still at home. Gritting his teeth, he began to fight his way against the crowd toward his home, scrambling and rolling.
The crowd, as if awakened by the scholar's words, began crying out and rushing toward the city gate.
In the sky, two powerful figures clashed, their aura colliding and causing ripples in the air.
"Human cultivator, state your name."
"Do you have the right to leave your name in my presence…"
The response to the Wrathful Cadaver was a ferocious expression on the Daoist's face, mixed with a hint of delight.
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That gaze, as if appraising a rare treasure, sent a chill through his heart.
"Survive a strike from my halberd first, then you'll be worthy to know my name."
"The weak have no right to know my name."
"Tyrant raises the halberd, Nirvana Rebirth·Wheel of the Great Sun!"
Shouts of madness suddenly echoed through heaven and earth as the Daoist raised his halberd toward the sky, and Extreme Origin spread like colorful ribbons.
No sooner did they clash than the Ninth Halberd Move was unleashed!
Yi Chen's feet tread out the flames of war, the Wheel of the Great Sun reappearing. With the support of the Immortal-Slaying Domain, the eight halberd moves were more powerful than ever before, circling and trapping the figure of the Wrathful Cadaver within.
Relying on the many chickens in the Pure Yang Flame Prison, the Ninth Halberd Move, which previously needed the push of the Primordial Spirit's brightness, was now easily supported by Yi Chen's breakthrough in his Cultivation Body.
"You!"
A look of horror suddenly appeared on the face of the Wrathful Cadaver caught within the range of the Ninth Halberd Move.
He had never expected the person before him to be so powerful.
The shadow of death suddenly crept over his mind, also triggering the Wrathful Cadaver's ferocity.
"Thinking of killing me, Wrathful Cadaver? Taoist, you'll have to exchange your life for it!"
"I, the Wrathful Cadaver, am born from the world's malevolent energy. I don't believe your foundation can compare with mine."
The two pairs of black wings enveloped each other as the Wrathful Cadaver transformed into a giant black sphere, and the malevolent energy that had seeped from the crust of Qingyan City vibrated intensely, turning into a huge pillar of black energy that surged into the black sphere.
It seemed the Wrathful Cadaver wanted to compete with Yi Chen to see whose Cultivation Body was more robust, and this scene left Yi Chen slightly stunned, almost unable to maintain his composure.
A smile gradually crept across Yi Chen's lips, then vanished like melting snow.
Several large beads of sweat suddenly appeared on the Daoist's forehead.
The Holocaust True Sun was infinitely powerful, but the consumption was too great. Maintaining his own condition to take down this fiend with the least cost was naturally the best outcome for Yi Chen.
Seeing Yi Chen's body 'trembling' slightly due to the exertion of the halberd move, the Wrathful Cadaver's eyes flashed with a fierce and greedy light.
While Yi Chen coveted his immense vital force, wasn't he also coveting Yi Chen's boundless life essence?
The crowd was in disarray, with countless people running out of the city gate, sprinting toward the distance.
A quarter of an hour later.
The gray-haired old Confucian scholar, constantly running against the tide of people, eventually ran out of strength and collapsed by the roadside. He crawled to a corner, leaned against the wall, and with a look of despair on his face, stared at the sky.
He couldn't run anymore.
"It's a pity, I wonder how much longer that person in the sky can hold on," the old Confucian scholar sighed inwardly.
At that moment, his frail body could no longer keep up, and his eyelids felt as heavy as if weighed down by thousands of pounds, slowly closing. Before slipping into unconsciousness, he seemed to hear the Daoist's puzzled voice echoing in the sky.
"Useless thing, so you're the one called Wrathful Cadaver."
"How can you be so weak? Were you born prematurely?"
"I haven't even exerted my strength, and you've already fallen."
Then there was the sound of a heavy object violently hitting the ground, colliding with the earth.
Everything went completely dark, and the old Confucian scholar lost all perception of the outside world, falling into a deep coma.
