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

"Come at me again."

Yi Chen let out a furious roar, his whole body soaring into the sky to deliver a direct, overhead strike at the blood giant.

The blood giant Yang Yuyan had become was strong, but not so strong as to drive him to despair. It served as the perfect measure for weighing his current strength.

The air blossomed once again with his savage force. Given the intensity of their current clash's strength, those mutated villagers couldn't get a hand in. They could only be sent flying in all directions by the shockwave of the energy released.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged over a dozen moves.

The enormous noise made Lin Baihu, who was leading the remaining servants in escape, turn his head for a sidelong glance.

"Taoist Yi Chengzi has held back that bloody monster for our brothers. If you don't want to die, put more effort into it and hurry out of this Yang Family Fort."

"Everyone, charge with me!"

"Wind Spirit Slash!"

Lin Baihu pushed his mana to the limit, and a five-meter-long dark green blade qi flashed from the magic artifact at his waist.

Szzzt.

Like reaping wheat, the dozens of mutated villagers blocking their way were all cut in half at the waist.

After using this move, a bizarre flush of red tinged Lin Baihu's face, a clear sign that the move was a heavy burden for him at this moment. He stopped wasting words and led the way with large strides toward the direction out of the fort.

Behind him, there were about eleven or twelve servants, each with a face full of panic, a shared sense of dire urgency propelling them to run frantically, almost wishing they'd been born with an extra pair of legs.

You couldn't blame the servants for being faint-hearted; the 'monsters' they faced were too bizarre.

All those supposed remedies, black dog's blood, lime, were completely useless.

If you chopped off an arm of one mutated creature, it wouldn't even blink before stabbing at you with its remaining limb.

If you decapitated one of the monsters in front of you, it would simply pick its head up from the ground, reattach it, and before long, it would be a capable man once again, sword in hand and ready to continue the battle.

That these servants from the Peacekeeping Department hadn't broken ranks was surely a testament to their disciplined training.

Under the lead of Lin Baihu, the servants one by one stepped over the corpses on the ground, charging toward the fort's enclosing wall.

That was the direction of life.

The last servant to step over the corpses was a bit slow, and had his buttocks sliced by a rusty sickle held by a half-recovered corpse.

With a scream of agony, the servant ran even faster, swiftly overtaking several of his colleagues to move to the front of the group.

Yi Chen, of course, was unaware of what Lin Baihu and his men were going through; even if he had known, there was nothing he could do. By holding off the blood giant for everyone, he had already earned the pay Lin Baihu offered.

After an intense and vicious battle, Yi Chen's hair was disheveled and his body was covered in wounds of varying sizes, flesh turned inside out, but no blood was flowing out. Instead, he controlled his own muscles to tightly close the wounds. Given a day's time and his terrifying ability to recover, he would be fine.

On the other hand, the blood giant Yang Yuyan had turned into was faring rather miserably.

The blood armor was torn and tattered, and the bewitching sword was riddled with cracks, as if it would fall apart with just one more movement.

Indeed, that was exactly the case.

All this was due to the penetrating special effects Yi Chen had gained after breaking through to the Strength-Breaking Realm.

If it weren't for the explosive impact that accompanied each release of his Inner Qi, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such results.

"Miss Yuyan, if you had consumed some more blood food, taken control of more experts, I would have definitely turned and walked away. But now, it's over."

"This battle has been thrilling, and I have gained some insight. Allow me," continued Yi Chen, "to send you off with the strongest move I've understood."

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"This move is called 'Yang Ji'"

As soon as Yi Chen's voice fell, he raised his long sword horizontally, channeled all his strength, and a purple streak shot up from his abdomen to the top of his head, forming a strange purple pattern on his forehead.

Boom!

The sword struck like a dragon, seeming to whip up a violent storm along its path, scattering iron slag from the road's foundation on both sides and plowing a trench more than ten centimeters deep. The incredibly fierce strength combined with the Pure Yang Inner Qi directly exploded the blood giant to smithereens, scattering blood like a rain from the sky.

This move was Yi Chen's strongest technique after reaching the Strength-Breaking Realm, a total command of his body's strength and Inner Qi in an explosive burst.

By outputting the maximum Inner Qi and the strongest force in the shortest amount of time it looked like only one move on the surface. However, it actually utilized the explosive piercing effect inherent in the Strength-Breaking Realm to strike multiple times in succession, uniting them in an instant. In the briefest duration, all the strength's vibrations were stacked and ignited, causing maximum carnage.

Battle is the best teacher.

Although this technique was extremely powerful, it also placed a great strain on the body. The moment he executed the move, Yi Chen realized that with his current physique, he could at most stack the Inner Qi tides three times. Otherwise, he would lose control and backlash against himself, and using it thrice in succession could even rupture his own heart channels due to the body's inability to withstand the shock.

However, that was already enough.

Under this technique, his offensive power had at least tripled, equivalent to facing three hits from masters of the same level all targeted at the same spot, making it a decisive killing move.

This move can be seen as an overloading technique that pushes the limits of the physical body.

But what kind of overload comes without damage and limits?

Overclock a computer's CPU too much, and it might just die on you…

At this moment, Yi Chen was quite satisfied with this technique. As a wall-hanger, stacking the Inner Qi tides three times was definitely not his limit.

He decided that his next realm-breaking four-dimensional attribute would be the physical attribute.

As long as his body was strong enough, this technique of pushing his physical limits to the extreme could definitely become his trump card for overcoming enemies.

Don't fear the lack of 'spiritual nature'. With attributes in place and combined with the cultivation of Pure Yang Inner Qi to its peak, even immortals shall crumble.

Yi Chen sheathed his sword, when suddenly among the blood rain, a strange blood-colored token caught his attention.

His move was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, the blood-colored token was in his hand. As soon as the token touched his palm, a familiar and icy sensation surged into his body, bringing with it many fragmented images into his mind.

He saw the broken life of a girl named Yang Yuyan.

"Damn, this token also has Deep Red Points?"

Yi Chen's eyes suddenly widened, and just as he was about to take a closer look, the blood-colored token trembled oddly and vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Yi Chen was left with only one hundred and fifty Deep Red Points and the shattered memories of Yang Yuyan, evidence that the mysterious blood-colored token had indeed appeared.

After thoroughly searching the surroundings to no avail for the missing token, Yi Chen licked his dry lips and abandoned the thought of searching further.

He had a faint premonition that the blood-colored token was still hidden within the Yang family fort's territory; it was just that he could no longer see or find it.

Perhaps it was underground or in some different dimensional space.

Fortunately, Yi Chen was naturally optimistic. If he couldn't figure something out, he simply chose not to dwell on it.

Some things are a blessing when received and fate when lost.

This time around, he had made quite a profit, having realized the technique of Yang Ji and gained one hundred and fifty Deep Red Points. He was like Emperor Qin eating Szechuan peppercorns and touching live wires, thrilled beyond relief.

As for the secrets of the blood-colored token and the mysteries of the world's anomalies, as long as his strength continued to grow, he believed the world would naturally unveil its mysteries before him.

Some things, if you don't have the power, knowing won't help much; you're still trapped in the cage.

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