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

"General Chi Yan, why bother mocking me? Victory is for the king, defeat for the vanquished, it's all about the battle."

Zhu Buqun was indeed a stubborn man. The moment the General of the Chi Yan army appeared, he knew his influence had gone.

It was like playing landlord in cards; if you hide four twos and someone else starts with a pair of jokers, then there's nothing you can do.

Yet, he was by no means the kind who would just wait to be slaughtered. For a time, he no longer hid his clumsiness and displayed his aura without any concern.

True People should not be insulted.

Even if he were to die, he would die on the battlefield.

"Zhu Buqun, I originally thought you were quite a character. But, for the sake of your son, you've come to such an unwise end," scoffed the General of Chi Yan, casually sweeping the iron-blooded battle flag in his hand, sending an invisible surge of force straight towards a specific spot underground,

"Lin, the fellow from the Infernal Demon Sect, do I need to personally invite you out?"

A short, fat Daoist with a bitter face emerged from underground.

His eyes filled with resentment as he gave Hu Bugui a hateful glare, releasing the imposing aura of the sixth layer of the True Person Realm without restraint.

Hu Bugui had plotted well. Zhu Buqun had a weak point—his son—which made it difficult to ask others to lend a hand in such dirty affairs. Even if he had a trump card, with his strength just entering the True Person Realm as number ten on the Dragon Tiger List, plus his own uncle,

they planned to have Zhu Buqun first engage in a desperate struggle with sword immortals and cultivators led by Jian Xianzi, then his uncle would launch a sudden sneak attack,

but unexpectedly, there was a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

For a moment, both Zhu Buqun and Hu Bugui couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Zhu Buqun, you worthless trash, you can't even manage your own people. To have such a big affair eyed and sold out without your knowledge?" Hu Bugui was beside himself with anger; this time Zhu Buqun was really going to get him killed.

When Zhu Buqun saw the short, fat Daoist hidden underground, how could he not have realized Hu Bugui's schemes? He too was furious and rebuked the other.

This scene even brought joy to Yi Chen.

By now, he had more or less understood the full picture of the situation—all three parties were dishonest.

Just then, the short, fat Daoist from the Infernal Demon Sect, his body enveloped in a blood glow, actually tried to flee.

The short, fat Daoist was not foolish; how much money had he taken? His good nephew had given him nothing but IOUs. If it wasn't for the fact that he was his master's disciple and the first Saint Heir of the Infernal Demon Sect, it was still debatable whether he would have come at all.

He never expected that Hu Bugui's scheming was so careless, landing him in danger. His heart was filled with extreme hatred by now, and he naturally no longer cared about Hu Bugui's life or death.

Facing the notorious reputation of the General of Chi Yan, he had no desire to even engage in combat. Instead, he immediately used a certain Secret Technique that severely damaged his life force to escape.

"Daoist Lin, why the rush to leave? If others see this, they might think that I have not been a good host," said the General of Chi Yan, seeing the Daoist act so decisively. He unfurled his flag and promptly pursued him.

"Yi Taoist, please hold onto Hu Bugui. Master Kong Xiang, Sword Immortal, let's join forces to hold down Governor Zhu."

"Once General Chi Yan returns, our great task will be accomplished."

Ma Tianyuan's figure flickered, using some Secret Technique to suddenly appear beside Zhu Teng, a thousand-household officer, instantly turning him into a mist of blood with a palm strike.

Sword Immortal and the mad monk exchanged glances. Neither held back any longer, each deploying their respective trump cards.

"Each step a sin transforms, each step a lotus blossoms," chanted the mad monk with hands clasped together. In an instant, his body seemed to be cast in gold, and his eyes took on a golden hue. The aura around him surged vigorously, quickly reaching a pressure comparable to the first layer of the True Person Realm.

"Swift!" Sword Immortal shouted crisply. Behind her, three Spirit Swords soared out of their sheaths like swimming dragons. The Sword Qi of the three swords interacting with each other formed a strange sword formation.

The sword array appeared, and suddenly a three-colored pattern emerged in the center of the Sword Immortal's brow.

The pattern blossomed into three petals, one green, one blue, and one purple.

With the emergence of the pattern, the Sword Immortal's aura climbed steadily, instantly catching up with Kong Xiang, and by the end, even slightly surpassing him.

Zhu Buqun, with bloodshot eyes, knew there was no chance of good fortune today. Tears filled his tiger-like eyes, as if grieving the death of his beloved child.

"The indestructible golden body of 'The Great Mount Sumeru Worldsubduing Sutra,' not yet a True Person but already solidifying the three-colored sword seal, and cultivating 'The Five-Colored Sword Sutra' to such a realm—this generation's list of powerful martial artists can be said to be the most remarkable in hundreds of years."

"Ma Tianyuan, you've waited a long time for this day, haven't you?"

"Today, there is no fortune for Zhu. At the brink of death, I only want to ask you one true question. Years ago, when I was immersed in cultivation, and my wife went back to her maternal home, she was sneak-attacked and killed by a mysterious person—was that person you?"

Zhu Buqun stared at Ma Tianyuan for a while, Ma Tianyuan's movement technique seemed to remind him of something, and he suddenly asked aloud.

"I am well-versed in poetry and books, Brother Zhu, how could you see me like that?" Ma Tianyuan's complexion changed abruptly, clearly caught off guard.

"Ah! Ma Tianyuan, you're not just a mighty tiger, you're a poisonous snake! Though I am ruthless, I am not as deeply calculating and dangerous as you!"

A voice as mournful as a night owl echoed, and Zhu Buqun's eyes shed two streams of blood tears. He no longer held the demeanor of an esteemed gentleman, and with a vengeful glare cast towards Ma Tianyuan, he attacked him desperately.

In an instant, the four were entangled in a fight.

Meanwhile, Yi Chen had already confronted Hu Bugui.

Yi Chen's fists were as heavy as mountains, while Hu Bugui brought the Yin Wheel Blood Fiend technique to its limit, wielding a blood-colored spear that thrust out a sky-full of illusory shadows.

The blood-colored spear was enveloped in demonic energy, as if thousands of wronged souls were wailing.

Yi Chen's True Yang Spirit unfolded, and a three-meter-tall Daoist shadow stood in the sky like a blue flaming sun, dispelling all demonic energy and illuminating all directions.

For a moment, energy surged chaotically.

Hu Bugui made every effort to break through Yi Chen's defenses, but each attempt ended in failure.

Although Yi Chen was slightly stronger than Hu Bugui, to kill this demon was no easy task, thus the battle reached a stalemate.

But Yi Chen was not at all anxious, merely entangling Hu Bugui was enough.

This was like the strategy of using mismatched horses in a race; with their strongest fighter about to return, Yi Chen certainly wouldn't use the Soul Ignition Technique at this moment for the sake of killing Hu Bugui.

Time was on his side.

"Taoist, stop fighting, I'm willing to pay for my life."

"As long as the Taoist is willing to spare me, I will gift everything I have, from this ancient demon weapon in my hand to all resources, spirit stones, elixirs in my storage ring."

Yi Chen ignored the pleas, continuing to punch and block Hu Bugui's path.

This relentless attitude completely broke through Hu Bugui's defenses.

"Taoist, you mad dog, is my life really that important to you? Once the leader of the Red Flame Army returns, you won't get as many benefits," Hu Bugui couldn't hold back and continued to roar through his spiritual transmission.

His eyes blood-red, he executed a life-risking secret technique; his spear pierced out like a dragon, trying to break the encirclement.

Yi Chen laughed, Yang Ji's 'Four Symbols' reappeared, and he blocked Hu Bugui once again, striking him from the sky down to the ground, creating a huge crater upon impact.