Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 517 - 349: Fury, the Pain of Rebirth, the Iron-Willed Snake Princess, the Blacksmith Yi Taoist, Splendid Wealth_2

Just then, an abrupt change occurred!

Roar!

In the distant horizon, a snake's head reared to the sky, suddenly letting out a fierce roar. The dark canopy of the sky, like a whale drawing in water, was swallowed entirely by the mouth of the Demon Snake Princess.

With this enhancement, her snake body grew significantly larger, scales on her surface gleaming with faint rainbow colors, rippling like oil on water.

Engulfed in rage, the Demon Snake Princess had never expected her Black Curse Realm to be so ineffective. Usually, when unleashed amongst her peers, it was incredibly potent, severing the connection between heaven and earth, greatly weakening her opponents' strength and disturbing their minds. She didn't anticipate that today it would be as if she had run into a ghost, having absolutely no effect.

Given these circumstances, she simply adapted flexibly, diverting the power used to maintain the Black Curse Realm to enhance herself instead, yielding even greater benefits.

"Forbidden Art, Heavenly Cluster Slash!"

A massive black tail, as if piercing through space itself, suddenly appeared before Yi Chen's imposing body. Caught off guard, his face twisted with alarm, and he had no choice but to steel himself and face the attack head-on.

"Chu!"

Despite being ready, the sudden onslaught of overwhelming force caught him by surprise. The halberd bore the brunt, letting out a pained cry, and Yi Chen's body was sent flying, piercing through a nearby mountain peak and crashing diagonally down towards the paths below.

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"Grandfather, tell me the story of the champion of the Great Qin Legal Assembly, the World-Shaking Pure Yang, Lord Tan Lang again, It's so boring, I want to hear it."

In the distance along the path, a little girl, Nan Nan, nestled in the arms of a silver-haired elder, pestered him for a story.

The grandfather and granddaughter sat on a carriage, followed by a winding caravan, accompanied by several dozen distinct carriages.

The silver-haired elder exuded the fluctuations of a Qi Refinement Realm at its peak; he was the patron of this merchant caravan, known for his kindness.

"Grand Patron, please tell us, let us rough folks also gain some insight. It'll give us something to boast about over drinks with others in the future."

Hearing the little girl's coquettish voice, the guards surrounding the carriage couldn't help but echo her request.

The Great Qin Legal Assembly was a grand event in the Eastern Continent, absolutely top-tier. Even though it had been almost half a month since it ended, its impact was still potent.

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The silver-haired elder glanced at his little granddaughter in his arms, then looked over at the many guards nearby, before smiling and saying:

"Alright then, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you about it."

"Look here, this is the true countenance of World-Shaking Pure Yang, Lord Tan Lang. Take a good look; all of this is what I managed to get from my peers in the upper city. I'll let you feast your eyes today, so in case you are fortunate enough to encounter a true deity in the future, you won't fail to recognize them and miss your chance."

The elder carefully pulled out three pieces of silk from his bosom, each bearing the likeness of Yi Chen.

One showed Yi Chen in his ordinary state, another depicted him in his mighty state, and the last displayed him with the Pure Yang Holy Seal active.

A powerful aura seemed to emanate from these images.

All the guards gasped in amazement upon seeing them.

At that moment, a sudden loud noise erupted, and a purple-gold figure crashed to the ground just ten meters from the carriage, blasting dust into the air and causing the elder's carriage to jolt.

The elder's face wrinkled in displeasure, and with a sweep of his sleeves, a gust of wind arose, dispersing the dust.

Everyone advanced towards the deep crater to take a look.

He looked somehow familiar.

....

The Demon Snake Princess's unexpected slash was much more powerful than Yi Chen had predicted. He didn't want to forcibly withstand such force, so he took the opportunity to deflect the energy and flew backward.

Lying inside the deep crater, Yi Chen's expression remained unchanged as he sprang up like a coiled spring.

Fortunately, it looked worse than it was—it was merely a light injury.

At that moment, a drop of crimson blood fell to the ground.

He reached out to wipe his hand and saw the bright red blood before him. Although it wasn't much and the wound was not deep, he had indeed been cut.

"I'm actually... injured...?"

Yi Chen stared at the crimson blood in his palm with incredulity, then suddenly became furious.

Just as he was about to spring to his feet, a small girl's head popped up over the edge of the hole, her eyes shining with excitement as she cried out:

"Grandfather, it's World-Shaking Pure Yang, Lord Tan Lang! I recognize him, he's exactly like the portrait!"

"Why is he bleeding? Does it hurt~?"

In the girl's hand fluttered a piece of silk, unmistakably showing Yi Chen's purple-golden figure.

Chu!

Yi Chen's face remained impassive, though a twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner feelings. He forced a smile and said:

"Little girl, you've mistaken me for someone else, I don't look anything like him. How could I compare to the great World-Shaking Pure Yang? I am but Zhang Hu."

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen braked abruptly in his movement. He glanced at the head peeking out from the hole, snatched the silk from the little girl's hand, and with a sweep of Extreme Origin, set it aflame.

Ah, that's better.

At that very moment, a tremendous shadow suddenly enveloped them, and the sky above darkened quickly.

It was a black snake, an enormous black snake.

With ribs forming wings and towering bone spires along its back, it soared through the wind.

Storm clouds raced, covering the sky, as a strange and eerie wind picked up again, and a delightful laugh echoed through heaven and earth:

"World-Shaking Pure Yang? Even the strength to pick fish gills is greater than mine?"

"Today I shall kill you for sure!"

This demon-like heavyweight punch was no longer effective~

Under the curious gaze of the onlookers at the hole, Yi Chen remained silent, drawing the Holy Halberd.

Yet in his heart, he softly recited:

"Pure Yang Holy Seal, activate!"

"Soul Overload!"

"Soul Ignition Technique, to the max!"

"Challenge, the Shadow."

"Thirteen Pure Yang Flames, all are void."

With the Pure Yang Holy Seal active, the light of heaven illuminated the path!