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

Intense changes occurred abruptly on Yi Chen's body.

His figure began to elongate, his joints thickened and enlarged, and the muscles on his feet, thighs, waist, hands, arms, and neck started to proliferate wildly and harden, as surging power danced recklessly within him.

His muscles, like biological armor, covered his body, while the azure glaze armor transformed by his Inner Qi was even more dazzling than when he used the True Yang Overbearing Power before.

The light of heaven and earth surged toward Yi Chen's body, making the spatial environment within the formation grow increasingly dim.

With Yi Chen as the center, waves of blue Inner Qi rippled outward like water, as a ferocious aura suddenly erupted.

The ground within ten meters of where he stood seemed unable to bear the immense pressure and abruptly sank three feet.

The blue Inner Qi trembled, and Yi Chen's enormous figure slowly rose into the air.

"Senior, let's talk nicely, everything is negotiable, everything's open for discussion." With such wildly ferocious demeanor and overbearing aura, didn't the ladies with the umbrellas realize they had outsmarted themselves, fishing for a king whale?

The extremely Yin cultivator was stricken with alarm and, bracing himself, said to Yi Chen.

This time, his speech shifted from the previously slow and methodical way to hurried and rapid!

He had miscalculated.

The extremely Yin cultivator had thought that he had the upper hand, but suddenly the situation had become perilously unstable.

Once the Ghost Qi Dark Heaven Formation was activated, it couldn't be stopped voluntarily until the energy was exhausted or half an hour passed.

This formation trapped both enemies and the ones who cast it, unless Madame Butterfly herself came to stop and open the formation midway.

The umbrella girl certainly didn't possess such cultivation and capacity.

If it weren't for the fact that the umbrella girl had also fallen into the trap, they would have seriously suspected that the Red House had betrayed them.

God damn it.

Weren't they told the Ghost Qi Dark Heaven Formation could weaken and restrain all the mysterious Taoist arts?

Weren't they told this Taoist's cultivation was at most a notch above theirs?

The five top experts of the Qi Refinement Realm working together with the formation to take care of him had been a sign of ample respect, but who could have imagined that this Taoist had hidden his true potential so deeply.

Yi Chen rose slowly, ignoring the words of the extremely Yin cultivator, and sneered:

"Take a punch from Taoist Yi first, then we'll talk about the rest."

"Weaklings have no right to speak."

Instantly, the Yang Ji Punch reappeared.

Yi Chen dove swiftly, turning into a blue streak as he launched a fierce attack on the umbrella girl.

It was this ghostly woman who had led the ambush against him, harboring the greatest malice; while Yi Chen was unaware of the reason, this did not stop him from bearing a grudge.

He had no concept of compassion for the fairer sex.

If they were enemies, they deserved to die!

Among the five, only this woman with the red umbrella appeared to have the weakest defense; if he didn't kill her first, then whom?

Faced with Yi Chen's fierce assault, the umbrella girl's heart skipped a beat as she let out a sharp shriek and threw her red umbrella.

That red umbrella, of unknown make, was engraved with many strange patterns, and upon release and facing the wind, it grew larger, spinning rapidly in an attempt to block Yi Chen's sudden Yang Ji Punch.

At the same time, the extremely Yin cultivator and the others also simultaneously attacked, casting various gray and black Mana beams towards Yi Chen, aiming to defend by attacking.

Just as everyone thought Yi Chen would retreat to defend, the scene that unfolded before their eyes filled them with shock and rage.

Without any evasion, Yi Chen's figure suddenly split into three partially overlapping illusions as he neared the umbrella girl.

It seemed like an illusion yet also real.

This was a visual residue caused by the Yang Ji Punch's activation.

The first Yi Chen illusion landed a punch on the shield created by the red umbrella, causing it to crack instantaneously.

The second Yi Chen illusion struck another punch on the cracked shield, shattering it like a spider web.

The third Yi Chen, withstanding the mana beams from the others, punched through the umbrella girl as she watched in horror, bursting her chest and dispersing her into gusts of yin wind, torn asunder.

Yi Chen had used all of his killing moves as soon as he struck.

At this moment, his expression was cold as ice, his body and mind as fierce as a beast's.

The familiar sensation had returned.

It was a feeling of being vividly alive.

At this moment, his fighting instincts had been pushed to the limit.

It was a predatory instinct.

As soon as the others launched their attacks, Yi Chen keenly perceived their deceptions, with each retaining some strength for personal defense.

After all, they were all like millennia-old foxes, with dark and deep thoughts—how could anyone be sure that Yi Chen's target was indeed the umbrella girl? If it was a feint and themselves were targeted, wouldn't that mean they had left themselves wide open to sacrifice for others?

This predicament at the start was Yi Chen's biggest opportunity.

To injure five fingers does not compare to severing one.

He had to strike like thunder while the five harbored their own schemes at the beginning, causing casualties in the battle.

Vital opportunities come and go in an instant and must be firmly grasped.

Otherwise, if the group truly united, advancing and retreating as one, Yi Chen might have a hard time getting out unscathed.

After all, none among the five were weak, their cultivation further empowered by the formation, adding to their might.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"The Taoist indeed has good schemes, as cunning as a fox, as ferocious as a wolf, as fierce as a tiger."

"Fellow Taoists, if we continue to distrust each other and have divided minds, I'm afraid none of us will be able to leave this formation today."

"It's just a pity for the Umbrella Taoist friend."

The extremely Yin cultivator laughed bitterly in rage, exchanged glances with the remaining three, and each nod to one another, rising into the air to form a circle, their backs entrusted to their allies.