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

"Taoist, would you like to have a friendly bout?" asked the Sword Immortal, her eyes shining like stars and moons, as she spoke to Yi Chen. A golden ribbon wound atop her ethereal coiffure, a deep azure pearl adorned at its center, her aura transcendental.

Yi Chen hesitated inwardly when the Sword Immortal's otherworldly voice came again.

"Ling Shan still has a question she wishes to ask of the Daoist friend. If the Taoist wins, I am willing to gift a Moonshadow Pill, a secret treasure of my sect."

The Moonshadow Pill, a high-grade yellow-tier spirit pill, made primarily with Moonseeing Grass, can enhance a cultivator's spirit and increase the probability of awakening spiritual nature in ordinary unenlightened people.

This pill was a unique creation by a Pill True Monarch from the Zhi Sha Sword Hut a thousand years ago, a marvel to all under heaven, and although it ranked slightly below the Diamond Bone Tempering Pill, it was even rarer.

The Moonshadow Pill from the Zhi Sha Sword Hut was renowned throughout the world.

Yi Chen instantly thought of his two somewhat foolish junior brothers.

"I want two, consider it a favor I owe the Daoist friend," Yi Chen said seriously as he held up two fingers.

"Agreed," said the Sword Immortal after a brief hesitation, consenting to the terms.

They exchanged a glance and both soared into the sky, flying towards a remote spot. They only stopped once Wujang Prefecture disappeared over the horizon.

This was the middle to lower reaches of Wujang, where the booming sounds of water echoed, rocks pierced the sky, and waves crashed on the shore, stirring up a thousand mounds of foam.

The Sword Immortal stood alone under the moon; a tall Daoist walking over the moon's reflection approached her.

Below the night wind, both of their robes furiously danced, accentuating the Sword Immortal's beautiful figure.

"Taoist, blades and swords are blind, please be careful," said the Sword Immortal as she tilted her head and revealed her alabaster neck, speaking softly.

"Worry not, I've long admired your 'Five-color Sword Scripture,' and have been eager to taste its flavor," Yi Chen replied with a smile, clenching his fists and producing rumbling sound waves, showing off his True Yang Spirit form.

A verdant round sun materialized in the night sky.

They wasted no more words.

"Swift!" exclaimed the Sword Immortal with a sharp cry. Behind her, three Spirit Swords flew out of their sheaths like dragons, the energy of the three swords drawing on each other to form a strange sword array.

A tri-colored pattern manifested on her forehead, even more vivid than when she had surrounded Zhu Buqun.

With the pattern's emergence, the Sword Immortal's momentum soared. She reached out with a bare hand, scooping up the moon in water, solidifying it into a sword. A huge water sword over ten meters in length appeared in the night and hovered above, with the moon's reflection wavering upon it—a vision of extraordinary beauty.

As soon as the gargantuan water sword took shape, it charged towards Yi Chen with menacing force.

The Sword Immortal, now fully stepped into the True Person Realm, was incomparable to her former self.

The water sword slashed directly towards Yi Chen's head.

Yi Chen remained unfazed, recognizing the sword's might as outwardly strong but inwardly hollow.

He stood his ground against the sword's edge as his body's deep azure Inner Qi fiercely rubbed together, his fists wrapped in dazzling Inner Qi as he launched a punch.

Without the expected deafening explosion, the water sword disintegrated like glacial ice against raging flames, instantly evaporating into mist, which Yi Chen casually dispersed with a swat of his hand.

"Do you underestimate me, Immortal? Like this, we could fight all night without deciding a victor."

"Not enough, far from enough. How could such weak force measure the extent of my ability?"

"No strength, no strength at all—more power!"

Yi Chen grinned widely in the moonlight, his smile somewhat arrogant and unrestrained, his figure as imposing as a demonic god.

"As you wish, I would not dare ask more," replied the Sword Immortal without anger. The previous move was merely a simple probe. This time, the Water Spirit Sword and Wood Spirit Sword circling around her shot out at great speed, slashing toward Yi Chen.

Simultaneously, the tri-colored pattern on her forehead shone brightly, her body bathed in a white light as she, following the Spirit Swords, launched an attack at Yi Chen.

Seeing her might, Yi Chen's pupils involuntarily contracted.

"Good! That's more like it."

"Sword Immortal, not bad at all!"

Yi Chen suddenly became excited, his deep azure Inner Qi rubbing even more violently, swirling around his body in a powerful cyclone, thriving outward.

His punch fell like a falling star, Inner Qi burst forth, deflecting the Sword Immortal's two Flying Swords, and then he fiercely clashed palms with her.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Boom!

The sound exploded, and the Sword Immortal was sent flying backward.

However, at this time, Yi Chen's heart held not the slightest joy.

Although he had only used fifty percent of his strength in that punch, the fact that the Sword Immortal was sent flying far exceeded his expectations.

That the Sword Immortal dared to clash head-on with him was even more unexpected.

"Immortal, could your flesh be so well-tempered? No, that's not right, it's that tri-colored sword imprint that suppressed your physique, allowing you to clash palms with me."

"The Secret Techniques of 'Sword of Ceasing Killing' are truly miraculous."

Yi Chen couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, the Sword Immortal's blood and Qi surged tumultuously; she was extremely shocked as well.

Only by truly facing Yi Chen could she perceive how immense the power of this Daoist before her eyes was.

The convergence of strength was solid and unified, exploding and tenacious like a bone-clinging tumor.

She had thought that with her tri-colored sword imprint suppressing her physique, at worst she would still be able to exchange a few moves with Yi Chen, yet the outcome had greatly defied her expectations.

How could such a ghostly powerful physique appear in a Daoist who walked out of a tiny city?

After breaking through to the True Person Realm, she had become somewhat arrogant, wishing to clash against Yi Chen with her Secret Technique reinforced body, only to recognize her own limitations after a single strike.

"Immortal, use your purple lightning sword. You, a sword cultivator, are being a bit too presumptuous clashing palms with me, a mere brute," Yi Chen said, eyeing the Sword Immortal's flying fairy hairdo.

"Don't challenge my forte with your weaknesses."

Yi Chen stared at the Sword Immortal's hairdo for a moment and spoke solemnly, with a strange flame burning in his eyes.

"Daoist brother, be cautious," said the Sword Immortal, her eyes full of fighting spirit. She came out of nowhere, having defeated countless men with her sword. Although she usually appeared amicable, she was extremely proud at heart, with few among her peers catching her regard.

Three swords struck simultaneously, an ocean of Sword Qi pouring down on Yi Chen, the Sword Immortal also intermittently striking thunderous blows unexpectedly to give Yi Chen a fierce surprise.

For a moment, the two of them fought like fighter jets dogfighting in the sky.

Yi Chen's physique was astonishing, and his ability to absorb light for his own use made up for his consumption, but he couldn't keep up with the Sword Immortal, only to let the omnipresent Sword Qi strike his azure glazed armor like raindrops.

The Sword Immortal's attacks were fierce and fast, but she found Yi Chen's unreasonably strong physique utterly trouble-free.

Both found themselves in an awkward predicament.

Yi Chen's True Yang Spirit needed a great amount of Inner Qi to maintain, and wasn't the Sword Immortal's tri-colored sword imprint the same?

"Immortal, will you only run? Come and hit me~"

"Is your Sword Qi supposed to be massaging and loosening my muscles and bones?"

Yi Chen could not help but scold in annoyance.

He especially disliked such highly agile opponents; not being able to catch up was frustrating.

Moreover, the Sword Immortal's physique, bolstered by the tri-colored sword imprint, had no weaknesses, although it wasn't top-notch, it was sufficient.

Yi Chen had thought about using a wide-range Inner Qi 'clean sweep', but it would have been a losing situation.