Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 1123 - 597: That's it? Situ Zhaixing, indistinguishable from the crowd, and the bewildered Red Flower Buddha!

Situ Zhaixing let out a piercing whistle, the pent-up anger in his heart erupting like a volcano. With his Sword Intent surging forth, his intent became like a revolving wheel, driving his sword directly toward Yi Chen's left arm!

In full view of the crowd, seeing such an overwhelming sword momentum, the gathered cultivators' expressions turned pale with fear!

An elderly man with snow-white hair couldn't help but rise abruptly, his face stunned as he exclaimed:

"What exquisite swordsmanship! As expected of a chosen one supported by the Two Star Immortals among the Eight Celestial Stars. Situ Zhaixing is truly no common talent!"

"This Star Reincarnation Sword Intent has already far surpassed the power of someone at the Second Layer of the Stepping Heaven Realm. I'm afraid only a cultivator at the Fourth Layer could withstand this stroke unscathed. And considering the age of Situ Zhaixing... hss! It seems that Taoist Yi Chengzi is going to have a rough day."

Those attending today's palace feast were all cultivators in their own right, and in an instant, the crowd began exchanging divine thoughts rapidly.

Influenced by Situ Zhaixing's earlier words, many could not help but cast disdainful glances at Yi Chen, who remained motionless in the air, his expression devoid of any ripples. Some could even envision the vivid scene of his left arm being severed, blood painting the sky.

Though slow in narration, all this took mere moments. Almost in the blink of an eye, the Star Reincarnation Sword Intent, carrying an unusual pulling force, accelerated rapidly like a revolving wheel, viciously crashing toward Yi Chen's... head!

Amid the scattering starlight, everyone felt their sight overwhelmed by a white brilliance, rendering them unable to perceive. Even their divine thoughts were distorted by this power.

This sudden aberration immediately prompted Li Yan and He Xian to glare angrily at Situ Zhaixing!

How were they supposed to explain this to their martial uncle now? And that final sword light's abrupt acceleration—what kind of divine technique or Daoist skill was this?

Clearly, the sword light was aimed at Yi Chengzi's left arm, so why did it suddenly shift toward his head?

Swish! Swish! Swizzle! Swish!

Under innumerable gazes, Situ Zhaixing's handsome face immediately turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

"Situ…"

Li Yan was about to rebuke him in fury when his expression shifted mid-sentence, shock replacing anger on his face.

As the blinding white light dissipated, a robust Taoist figure appeared intact at the original location.

With a serene smile, his entire presence devoid of aura or momentum, he stood on the high heavens as if he were an ordinary man.

"It's not his fault!"

"His sword was just too slow. Poor me—having to lend a hand; otherwise, this would have dragged on endlessly. After all, before Senior Bai Chenzi left, he asked me to save him some face."

"Eh, Situ Zhaixing, again and again, you challenge me."

"Do you realize that every time I try to grant you some respect, you open your mouth and just ruin it? Truly, it's hard not to laugh!"

At this moment, Yi Chen's expression suddenly changed!

"Gah! You wretched fool, with such weak and feeble Sword Intent, you dare measure your worth against me?"

"This? Is this all you've got?"

"Such Sword Intent—I wouldn't even use it to chop pork, it's so blunt!"

Under the shocked stares of the crowd, Yi Chen's figure flashed, his solid and powerful presence instantly appearing behind Situ Zhaixing. With an eruption of immense strength, Situ Zhaixing felt his flying sword savagely ripped from his control by a massive hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clutching Situ Zhaixing's Dao Sword, Yi Chen began arrogantly smashing it against his own head!

The speed was such that even the crowd's divine thoughts couldn't follow his movements.

"Gah, do you see this?"

"This kind of rusty scrap metal isn't even fit to give me a massage, you idiot!"

"Why? Why is your sword so weak and powerless?"

"Not enough force, nowhere near enough!"

Yi Chen's frenzied movements lasted but a single breath's time, yet for Situ Zhaixing, it felt as though an entire century had passed in sheer torment.

"Here, take it back!"

With a resounding and forceful voice ringing by his ear, another surge of immense power appeared. Situ Zhaixing felt his hand forcibly opened by an iron-like grip, and the hilt of his sword shoved into his palm.

Under the radiance of the heavens, every cultivator's expression turned ghastly pale.

The Dao Sword in Situ Zhaixing's hands now bore countless tiny jagged edges as fine as hair strands.

What was even more horrifying was that this Dao Sword had bent into a strange and unnatural curve.

It was abundantly clear that this sword was now fit only to be reforged from scratch.

A stunned silence engulfed the crowd!

Yi Chen's figure flashed once more. The wild grin on his face vanished sharply, replaced by a gentle smile as he positioned himself a hundred meters opposite Situ Zhaixing.

"The power of the stars? Boy, do you even understand what the power of the stars is?"

"And you call yourself the Stars' Favored Child?"

"Look—are the stars listening to you, or to me?"

As Yi Chen's words fell, Situ Zhaixing's face immediately turned pale. To his disbelief, he sensed that the stellar power he'd wielded so effortlessly before was now dissipating, converging instead toward Yi Chen. Had it not been for Li Yan quickly grabbing him by the collar, he might have fallen from the heavens right then and there!

Wrapped in starlight, such a turn of events made Yi Chen appear majestic, as if divine.

Staring blankly at everything before him, Situ Zhaixing's lips quivered, but no voice emerged.

"Can you see it now? It's obvious I'm the Stars' true Favored Child!"

"At best, you're like a neglected stepchild—a mere pretender in front of me."

"So, Situ Zhaixing, young people shouldn't be too impulsive. You're lucky to have encountered me today. I look forward to your next challenge!"

"Farewell, everyone!"

With a cold laugh, the Great Qin State Preceptor, having forcibly commanded the stars' power through magnetic field manipulation, cast a fleeting glance around. Suddenly, he transformed into a streak of streaming light, disappearing beyond the nine heavens!

Li Yan's gaze flickered, and he immediately summoned his sword to give chase. However, Bai Chenzi's figure abruptly materialized to block his path.

"Li Yan, refrain from pursuing. Your martial uncle warned you repeatedly, and yet you refuse to listen."

"You might want to check on this young man instead—his cultivation realm seems to be regressing!"

Hearing Bai Chenzi's remark, Li Yan's vision sharpened, and his brow furrowed deeply.

Indeed, Situ Zhaixing now appeared listless, as if possessed. He swayed his head from side to side, murmuring softly:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am the Son of the Stars, the Stars' Favored Child~"

"The stars shine upon me~ No, I'm not; I am~ No, I'm not!"

Situ Zhaixing's realm regressed completely. His once soaring cultivation fell with terrifying rapidity, ultimately stabilizing at the borderline near True Monarch Realm—a bizarre phenomenon indeed. Sighing heavily, Li Yan struck a hand blade against Situ Zhaixing's neck.

At once, the young man in his hands fell into a deep, infant-like slumber.

"Martial Uncle, who exactly is Yi Chengzi? Please, just tell us!" Li Yan couldn't help but ask with a bitter smile.

"Yi Chengzi? Call him Ancestor Yi from now on!" Bai Chenzi stroked his beard, correcting him immediately.

"Anyway, the Ancestor has his reasons for acting as he does. We must simply follow his orders."

"By the way, Li Yan, He Xian, do I sense some unease or grudge toward the Ancestor?" Bai Chenzi asked curiously.

"Well… Martial Uncle, that's a long story."

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"Enough of this! I, poor Taoist, will feign no longer!"

"I am—Fair Demon Emperor, Saint Jia Loulan!"

"Young one, as I told you before: when your name spreads across the world, I will make good on my promise!"

High above the heavens, Yi Chen's figure flickered as he began speeding toward the Qian Kingdom's Capital.

Now that things had reached this point, he'd gathered sufficient knowledge of the foundations of the Four Kingdoms of the East Continent. It was time to act!

Time to close the net—and finally face Zhan Xingzi.

Thinking of the treasures each family had accumulated, Yi Chen's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement.

His whole body felt warm.

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Lingxia Realm.

The Red Flower Buddha sat immobile upon his golden Command Insignia, staring blankly at the Te She that had dived headfirst into the strange world below, vanishing without a trace.

"This doesn't make sense!"

"Why hasn't Te She returned after so long? How can a creature at the Immortal Platform Ninth Layer produce no movements at all?"

"A mere speck of a realm—could it really contain such monstrous dangers?"

"Ah, perhaps that serpent is indulging its bloodthirst, tormenting the helpless locals again."

Red Flower Buddha's thoughts churned endlessly, yet hesitatingly, he chose to remain seated.

He refused to believe that such a minuscule realm could pose any danger capable of trapping a being at the Immortal Platform Ninth Layer.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Te She, faced with the imposing figure standing before him, couldn't help but tremble from head to tail.

A primal fear, as though confronting its natural predator, gripped its soul.

The figure was a Taoist!

His face and divine soul aura matched perfectly with the intelligence provided by His Majesty Asna.

"Damn it! Your Majesty—we were deceived! This isn't some mere native—it's a True Dragon!"

Yi Chen looked at the Black Snake before him with interest. A chilling grin spread across his face:

"I never expected to be blessed with such a fortuitous encounter."