Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 539 - 358: The Might of the Evil Sword, the Ninth Halberd Move, the Infernal Elegant Seat, and the Activation of the Traction Formation Imminent!

Yi Chen looked down at the hollow in his shoulder, yet his expression remained shockingly calm.

At this moment, around the wound on his shoulder blade, a ring of dark energy continued to wage a tug-of-war with the powerful healing abilities of his body.

"Interesting, Lord Tan Lang is indeed careful, that deadly strike of yours couldn't inflict heavy damage on me. I'm puzzled, Lord, your reaction seems as if you were prepared in advance?"

The young man in the black robe held his evil sword upside down, walking step by step unhurriedly, a smile on his face, but a hint of caution flashed through his eyes.

As he stepped forward, thick black smoke gradually spread, turning the world into an inky darkness.

However, the heart of the young man in the black robe was far from as calm as his face, but turbulent with shock.

The evil sword in his hand, called Gu Diao, was a famous ancient evil sword carrying a powerful curse. Wounds inflicted by this sword were extremely difficult to heal, not to mention that the powerful gu insects nurtured within the sword would burrow into the victim's Cultivation Body through the wound.

This gu insect possessed astonishing vitality, very difficult to eliminate. Once it entered the body, it would proliferate wildly, and only by suppressing it with a large amount of mana could one get slight relief.

What was damnably strange was that Yi Chen had been struck by such a sword, yet the wound did not continue to expand but was at a stalemate, which was utterly beyond his comprehension.

What he didn't know was that Yi Chen's heart was also surging with great tumult at this moment.

With his strong control over his own body, he found that many of the newly formed tissues at the wound exhibited a tendency to grow abnormally, which was extremely bizarre.

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Fortunately, his physique was astonishing, and as soon as those abnormal tissues appeared, they were devoured entirely by the overwhelming normal cells.

It was for this reason that his injuries were healing so slowly.

"Want to know how I discovered you? Simple, beat me to death, and I'll tell you!"

Yi Chen, with Divine Power surging, hefted the Holy Halberd, Extreme Origin pervaded, and suddenly, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face, he suddenly called out, "Yuan Jun, please make your move!"

Boom!

The Slaying Gods Technique reappeared.

Yi Chen's eyes flickered with dangerous light, he retracted his phantom self, leveraging the powerful rebounding force, his shifting ability activated, and immediately he fled towards the back, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the heart of the holder of the evil sword jumped, his thoughts swept over thousands of miles in an instant, and after finding nothing did his rage surge.

"Thinking of running? Can you escape?"

The evil sword tore through the air, and the young man in the black robe suddenly merged with the sword, the sword light flashed, piercing through layers of space, and actually managed to block Yi Chen's way again, although he was the later to react.

After the escape, both individuals had moved over a hundred miles away, and the inky black smoke once again enveloped Yi Chen and the young man in the black robe.

Suddenly, a sword formation, flickering with dim light, emerged within the enveloping black smoke.

"It seems it's indeed only you lying in wait to assassinate me. You really underestimate me!"

Yi Chen grinned, activating his Overloaded Soul, and as his soul force grew vigorously, breaking the barrier of 99 meters, it burst towards the impressive height of 128 meters.

At this moment, the Daoist was like a divine presence descending onto the mortal world, his cold and majestic gaze fixed on the young man in the black robe.

"Who said I wanted to run? I simply wanted to find a different place for your corpse."

Without waiting for a response, Yi Chen charged with his halberd raised.

The overbearing king wielded the halberd, and the cycle of warfare began.

A vortex of darkness suddenly emerged from the sky.

The same move, when executed in an Overloaded Soul state, possessed even more terrifying power than before.

The seven colors of Extreme Origin tore through the darkness, illuminating a corner of the world amidst the shadowy smoke, radiating brilliant light.

The only reason Yi Chen had used his precious shifting ability was to change the battlefield location and to verify whether there were others lying in wait.

Now that the verification was over, he was ready to gauge his own strength and incidentally, give his opponent a grand gift.

Yi Chen's greedy gaze settled on the young man in the black robe; his Pure Yang Flame Prison could use someone like him.

"Utter arrogance, I admit I may have underestimated you, but today, you must die."

"Sword Five · Dot the Stars!"

The evil sword's dark light burst forth, fiercely colliding with Yi Chen's ultimate move.

The nobleman of the evil sword struck like a whirlwind, Yi Chen's Holy Halberd followed suit.

The two peerless moves caused fierce friction in the sky, with each flick of the finger resulting in dozens of violent collisions between Sword Qi and Extreme Origin.

Yi Chen drove his Divine Power once more, the Holy Halberd descended another few inches, a fierce look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Brat, is this the extent of your purity? Fuck you, you scared the shit out of me, didn't you!"

"Yuan Jun, if not now then when will you take action?"

Upon hearing this, a cold smile suddenly appeared on the face of the evil sword's master:

"Naïve! How could I fall for your trick again!"

His figure suddenly vanished, merging into the deep darkness.

With no opposition, Yi Chen's majestic Extreme Origin smashed into the underground, immediately shattering the rock layer for hundreds of meters, and a massive crack appeared on the crust, snaking out.

Turbid muddy water gushed forth from it.

In the sudden turn of events, Yi Chen's eyes narrowed sharply; the nine chains of Extreme Origin that wreathed his body whirled violently, while he swept his gaze across heaven and earth, scanning in all directions, but found nothing.

Just at that moment, from behind him emerged a strange flash of sword light from the darkness, the sharp sword light pierced through layers of Extreme Origin, and managed to leave yet another tiny bleeding spot on Yi Chen's body.

"Brat, if you're a man, come out and fight me head-on for three hundred rounds."

Yi Chen looked at the bleeding spots that continued to seep blood, the malicious energy in his heart once again spread like wildfire.