Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 555: Qi and Blood Like a Dragon! Life and Death Are Fated! The Witch God’s Guidance! Demonic Secret Arts, Power Unleashed!

Chapter 555: Qi and Blood Like a Dragon! Life and Death Are Fated! The Witch God’s Guidance! Demonic Secret Arts, Power Unleashed!

Li Yanchu’s expression was calm and resolute, showing none of the panic that Immortal Jin Yu had expected.

However, in the flash of an instant, Immortal Jin Yu didn’t think much of it either; he simply assumed that this young Daoist had no idea just how terrifying his insect armor truly was.

Boom!

Li Yanchu’s aura surged like a raging inferno. He took a step forward, causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to shake.

The overwhelming blood and qi bathed the entire world in a crimson glow, as if a vast ocean had been boiled to a boil, or like a colossal furnace engulfed in roaring flames.

Seeing this, Immortal Jin Yu froze.

Feeling the scorching, oppressive blood and qi, he instinctively wanted to retreat. But the distance here was precisely what he had painstakingly prepared by exhausting all his flying insects, perfect for close-quarters combat.

Behind Li Yanchu, two towering phantasms appeared. One radiated the heavy power of the Divine Dao, supremely firm and yang-filled.

The other manifested the will of Martial Dao. At this moment, his Martial Dao will clearly exceeded even the Divine Dao’s power, enveloped in dense crimson light.

Boom!!

Immortal Jin Yu’s body was instantly shattered, and countless flying insects perished under that single punch.

Yet his mastery of the Insect-Control Dao was extremely profound; even if his body were destroyed, he could form countless clones or condense a new body. The remaining insects immediately manifested into a new body.

“What the hell, a Daoist!?”

Immortal Jin Yu was both shocked and enraged; this young Daoist had been feigning all along!

He tried to retreat, but before he could escape, the sky suddenly filled with countless fist shadows. Seeing this, Immortal Jin Yu was stunned speechless.

Just like that, his body was shattered again. After losing the centuries’ worth of accumulated insects, his protective insect armor was also destroyed. At this point, the power of his spells was greatly diminished.

He tried to merge with one of the remaining insects to escape, but Celestial Master Zhao glared furiously, channeling his full strength and forcibly suppressing Immortal Jin Yu.

Now, Immortal Jin Yu’s strength was less than a tenth of his original, and panic finally set in.

“Witch God, save me!”

He crushed a talisman on his body, a shamanic token given by Chen Ze, the heir of Prince Qing.

Yet, despite calling repeatedly, the Witch God gave no response! Immortal Jin Yu was stunned. The Witch God was far beyond the third realm; a single clone of this ancient deity could annihilate all the Yang Spirit experts present.

The Witch God’s promise of aid in critical moments was precisely why Immortal Jin Yu dared to provoke the four Yang Spirit experts of the court. Without that, he would never have risked this confrontation merely for a disciple. But no matter how many times he called, the Witch God remained silent...

At that moment, Li Yanchu once again unleashed a punch, the sky filled with countless fist shadows, infused with overwhelming, majestic blood and qi.

With that, Immortal Jin Yu’s body shattered again. Although he could theoretically use the Insect-Control Dao to reincarnate and re-condense his body, his life force and vitality were steadily weakening.

“Didn’t you say that you’d tear me apart? Come on, then.” Li Yanchu’s voice was icy cold.

Immortal Jin Yu fell silent at his words.

As the saying went, “strike without hitting the face, expose without revealing weakness[1],” but this young Daoist seemed to prefer doing the opposite.

Immortal Jin Yu, recalling his previous arrogance, was now both shocked and furious. He unleashed his full power and struck at Li Yanchu.

Clang!

A blade of light flashed, instantly slashing through Immortal Jin Yu’s body.

Yet, because his body was formed from insects, even the Jiaoslayer, as sharp as it was, could not fully suppress him.

The sheer destructive power with which Li Yanchu casually shattered his body still gave Immortal Jin Yu a serious headache.

“Witch God, save me!” Once again, he cried out for aid.

“Life and death are decreed by fate; wealth and honor come from heaven[2],” the Witch God replied calmly.

Immortal Jin Yu froze for a moment before his mind exploded in rage. With a roar like a defiant demon god challenging the heavens, this desperate, world-weary cultivator vented his fury.

But before he could truly release his emotions, he was struck violently with a slap! Li Yanchu closed the distance, and with his Divine Astral Hands, shattered Immortal Jin Yu’s body again.

To him, an opponent with such bizarre regenerative abilities was nothing special; he had seen plenty. If he weren’t holding back in front of Master Baoshu, he would have used the Purity Glazed Bottle, a Buddhist treasure, to trap Immortal Jin Yu just like he did the Witch God’s spirit.

At this time, Immortal Jin Yu felt deeply humiliated, so much so that even the four Yang Spirit experts showed a hint of sympathy.

Here was a world-renowned, third realm intermediate Yang Spirit expert, whose mastery of the Insect-Control Dao was at its peak, yet he was utterly powerless, repeatedly slammed and sent flying. The sight alone was pitiful.

Just then, Immortal Jin Yu glared at the strange alchemy furnace; without it, his strength wouldn’t have fallen to such a state.

And that damn Daoist who had immobilized his spirit and prevented him from using his clone technique! He watched the young Daoist striding forward, blade in hand, and a chill ran through him. That sword could cleave his spirit irreparably.

And this little Daoist’s methods were overwhelmingly ruthless; the killing intent was unprecedented in Immortal Jin Yu’s life. He had no choice but to escape.

Immortal Jin Yu made up his mind and unleashed a Demonic Dao secret technique. His aura surged violently, and countless insects within his body ignited. The attack he unleashed now was enough to shake an intermediate cultivator, even comparable to an advanced one.

Yet the damage was irreversible, which was why he seldom used it. Though a bit late, it could still generate a formidable strike.

He charged into the golden Buddha-light barrier of Baoshu’s robe. There were no theatrics, he just rammed straight in!

Boom!

A crack appeared across the robe. Even Baoshu, mighty as he was, felt as if his spirit might shatter.

“This fiend is going all out!”

The impact shook the earth and sky, carrying the indomitable will of a centuries-old demon cultivator. Though Baoshu and Celestial Master Zhao survived, the sheer force disrupted Celestial Master Zhao’s spells.

“It’s done!”

Immortal Jin Yu’s mind surged. In an instant, he multiplied into countless forms. His body shattered explosively, scattering into a myriad of flying insects. Even the alchemy furnace’s tremendous suction couldn’t instantly draw in all the insects.

His clone technique allowed him to select any insect body as his clone. In other words, unless someone destroyed every single insect in one instant, he could not be attacked.

Celestial Master Zhao, who seemed like he was just observing on the sidelines, had actually played a crucial role. Without him, Immortal Jin Yu would have moved freely, and the swarm of insects would have vanished in an instant.

Of course, the number of insects now was significantly fewer than the previous sea-like swarm.

Celestial Master Zhao’s spells had been disrupted and couldn’t be cast again immediately. Realizing the potential consequences, he roared furiously, “Stop these insects! If this fiend escapes, the aftermath will be catastrophic!”

1. “打人不打脸，揭人不揭短” is a Chinese proverb. Its core meaning is that in interpersonal interactions, one should know how to give others face. Even when conflicts arise or criticism is necessary, one should avoid striking at the other person’s most sensitive or private weaknesses, especially in public, so as not to humiliate them. It emphasizes leaving room for dignity and preserving personal respect, reflecting the traditional Chinese cultural wisdom of “saving face” in social conduct. ☜

2. “生死有命，富贵在天” is an ancient Chinese saying that comes from The Analects (Yan Yuan chapter). It means that life and death, poverty and wealth, are determined by Heaven, and are difficult for human effort to alter, carrying a certain fatalistic tone. It is often used to comfort people when facing circumstances beyond their control. ☜