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

It's too comfortable, too in sync.

Although it was the first time she and Yi Chen had joined forces against an enemy, their tacit understanding was as if they were old friends of many years. That silent, purple-golden figure seemed like a wall, shielding her from the terrifying waves outside, giving her an overwhelming sense of security.

It seemed that as long as that purple-golden figure stood before her, she could confidently stand behind him and let loose with her attacks.

Unlike the hexagon-shaped warrior Yi Chen, she, with her strong offense but weak defense, felt a truly exhilarating sense of release for the first time, leveraging her advantages to the fullest.

"In a world where victors are kings and the defeated are bandits, even if I spend the latter half of my life as a prisoner, a caged bird, scraping by on a humiliating existence, so what? Thank you for your kindness, General Lin, but this king! Will not! Surrender!"

King Qin Ming's lips were smeared with a trace of fresh blood, and his golden robes were in tatters. However, he stood as firm as a javelin, his spirit unyielding, his deep eyes calm as the abyss, exhibiting an indifferent acceptance of life and death.

"Magnificent! Bravo, King Qin Ming!"

"Better to die standing than to live on your knees, I admire your spirit!"

Hearing Lin Luo's attempt to persuade him to surrender, Yi Chen grew anxious, immediately lifting King Qin Ming higher and higher.

If Lin Luo took the king before him back to Xianyang, wouldn't his efforts as Yi Taoist be in vain?

Whether he's a demon or not, a single strike with my halberd will reveal the truth.

"Once more!"

"With the halberd, the Tyrant rises, God Slayer!"

Yi Chen's eyes shone with a frosty light; his halberd flowed like a stream of light. This time he held nothing back. The God Slayer move reappeared, this time with a secret technique now activated.

All at once, his divine power surged forth, then surged again and again, cycling five times until it reached its peak.

Boom!

The earth cried out in agony!

Phantom images of a ferocious dragon, a malicious tiger, and a green ox, the three great divine patterns, rose up behind the purple-golden Daoist, and then converged and coalesced, forming a figure identical to Yi Chen.

The Holy Halberd asked the heavens, with one move, "God Slayer," that cleaved both the physical body and the soul.

Above the massive halberd, Yi Chen thrust directly through the earth's crust as if piercing a hawthorn fruit, impaling King Qin Ming upon it, blood splattering everywhere.

Under three heads and six arms, King Qin Ming's four powerful hands suddenly gripped the halberd, preventing it from moving further, while two arms transformed into streaks of light and bombarded Yi Chen's cultivation body.

Yi Chen ignored it all, his heart filled only with the intent to kill, and the sound of clangs and bangs exploded above Zeyang City!

With a crack, a sound like shattering glass abruptly rose from the depths of his heart. At that moment, the strong defensive stance formed by the Qilin armor, combined with the three great pieces, was shattered by King Qin Ming's Dharma Aspect. The forthcoming protection formed by his cultivation body after breaking through to the fifth Body-Breaking Realm was reduced by forty percent.
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It was also at this moment that Yi Chen looked in shock at King Qin Ming, who bore a trace of relief in his eyes.

"Your Highness, can you still endure this? You're on the brink of death, yet you still endure?"

"Damn it, just transform already, turn crystalline!"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Shocked, Yi Chen couldn't help but send three consecutive messages to King Qin Ming. At this time, his sense of alarm peaked, and he was ready to activate the Pure Yang Holy Seal at a moment's notice.

"This king was deluded, assassinated fellow cultivators, and committed a grave error, unworthy of the Emperor's teachings. Please, Daoist Lin and General Lin, convey my apologies on my behalf."

"Qin Ming wishes to die to atone for his sins and comfort the spirits of fellow cultivators in heaven."

"Death is but a prelude to rebirth. Tonight's moon, it's truly beautiful!"

Suddenly, King Qin Ming's four hands that tightly gripped the halberd loosened, and caught off guard, Yi Chen's halberd sliced swiftly upward. A slender line of blood appeared in the middle of King Qin Ming's cultivation body, spreading to his brow.

King Qin Ming gazed calmly and regretfully at Yuan Yue above him one last time, then his body inverted into a standing '人' character and fell from the sky, landing amongst the ruins and dust, his last words echoing in the skies above Zeyang City.

Yi Chen had acted too quickly, and King Qin Ming's sudden relinquishment of resistance had taken Lin Luo by surprise as well.

However, the weight of the head of a Great Qin royal was enough to close the case of Zeyang City.

Lin Luo, watching the golden City-Protection Array in the skies above Zeyang City and the black and white light of the Yin-Yang Divine Wind Cloak transforming, considered retrieving the Divine Wind Cloak; after all, maintaining control over this treasure took a toll on her spirit.

Even with her robust foundation, it was strenuous to sustain over long periods.

Just then, a message suddenly resonated within her soul. After a moment of thought, she abandoned the idea.

Half an hour later, on a vast open field, hundreds of figures stood nervously packed together.

Among them, two beautiful women were particularly eye-catching.

These people were all closely associated with King Qin Ming from the Zeyang Royal Palace.

"Daoist Lin, I have a spiritual beast with an extremely keen sense of smell. Why not let it search through the vast Zeyang Royal Palace? Perhaps it can uncover some secrets unknown to others."

"As for the people below, I have a secret technique to test them. I always found King Qin Ming's case somewhat peculiar," Yi Chen informed the purple-haired young woman and then gave Miao Zi, his beloved large cat, a meaningful glance. In a few swift leaps, Miao Zi disappeared into the distance, understanding the signal.

Damn it, all for nothing. He had thought King Qin Ming was a demon, but who knew it was a miscalculation; he was actually cursed. What made a member of the Great Qin royal, like Dao Zhen, give up a promising future for death? Was the wine not delectable or the beauties not enticing? Without being controlled by a secret technique, who would repay being shielded from a nuclear blast like this?

Now that things had come to this, Yi Chen could only seek compensation from other areas.