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Seeing this, Yi Chen lost interest and prepared to make an escape.

The gap was too big; the Overbearing Blade was only slightly stronger than the Corpse God Sect's Tyrant Chicken—he hadn't seen the depth of the Sword Immortal's skill at all.

Sure enough.

A short while later, the Sword Immortal drew the green sword from behind her back and swept the Overbearing Blade into the water with one stroke, thus ending the duel.

Time to slip away, time to run for the hills.

Yi Chen packed his folding stool and other items into his storage ring and signaled Little Miao to escape, but at that moment, the figure of the girl standing against the wind in the sky suddenly sped towards where Yi Chen was.

A ethereal voice reached him.

"Is that Taoist Yi Chengzi in person?"

Yi Chen frowned, unsure what this woman was getting at.

"Indeed, it is I."

At this, the onlookers at the riverbank suddenly perked up, turning their attention towards them.

They were no longer people at that moment; they were more like excited monkeys.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chen's intelligence spread among the crowd.

"It is said that yesterday at the Dragon's Ascent Pavilion, Brother Chen sought your guidance, and you beat him to death with a single punch. Don't you think that was a bit excessive?" the girl in white said with a frown.

"Are you teaching me how to conduct myself?"

Yi Chen's smile faded at the words, and his expression began to turn unfriendly.

He hadn't expected the Stop the Killing Sword Pavilion, which promoted the doctrine of universal love and non-aggression, to interfere in his matters.

"How dare you, that's your attitude when speaking to the Sword Immortal? A wild Taoist from Fengyun County dares to be so disrespectful, you kill a worthless man and you won't even regard the Immortal in your eyes?"

Suddenly, the Overbearing Blade, who had been knocked into the river by the girl in white, also flew over, landing on the riverbank.

At that moment, the admiration in his eyes for the girl in white intensified strangely, as if triggering some bizarre attribute.

In this world, there are always many who play the saint, advocating love and peace in the name of urging others to be magnanimous, generously spending other people's money.

If Yi Chen hadn't ended up in a different world, he really would have liked to tell the girl in white that there's a place called Leshan; there's a bus station at Shuangliu Airport to Leshan – the bus or public transport will get you there. There's a big Buddha—you go and let it stand up so you can sit down.

Or maybe Notre Dame de Paris is missing someone to ring the bell.

He wondered if the moral high ground was windy or noisy.

However, in this world, there is no Leshan and no Notre Dame; stopping just short of speaking out, Yi Chen couldn't be bothered with the two idiots and turned to leave.

Yi Chen's dismissive attitude naturally infuriated the Overbearing Blade, his face alternating between blue and white.

Suddenly, a strong burst of Qi exploded from behind Yi Chen—it was the aura of a blade, and the light of the blade descended upon Yi Chen in an instant like a prison.

In full view of everyone, no one expected the Overbearing Blade to attack so shamelessly, let alone with a killing move.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted, and those on the riverbank with weaker hearts couldn't help but turn their heads away, unwilling to witness the bloody scene unfold.

However, the expected scene did not occur.

A chilling voice rose as if it came from the depths of the netherworld.

"Fei Yangyang, you're f*cking looking for death!!!"

The bloodthirsty look in the Overbearing Blade's eyes vanished in an instant, as a green fist flashed out from the blade prison, striking him squarely.

The Overbearing Blade didn't understand the meaning of Fei Yangyang, but he knew he was in big trouble this time.

He seemed to have messed with someone he shouldn't have.

The Overbearing Blade felt as if he had been kicked in the chest by an ancient demon elephant, his internal organs twisting together all at once.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

It hurt so much.

Over the years, he may have looked fierce on the surface, but those he killed or hurt were either much weaker than him or had no background, which was why he survived, despite the heavy karma of his killings.

He even cultivated an image as the Overbearing Blade and carved out a notorious reputation.

No one knew that he, the Overbearing Blade, actually feared pain very much, which is why he enjoyed seeing others in pain.

No one knew that when he killed all the guests at the banquet because the newlyweds toasted him, it was out of intense jealousy, as the groom was his friend, and he couldn't stand that his friend could marry the goddess he had coveted before becoming a cultivator.

Currying favor for riches and glory.

He had groveled to her for three years before he became prominent, but the goddess had been indifferent to him, uttering the most common phrase to him being, "ha ha."

Only after he returned from his travels with unexpected gains did he discover that his goddess had married his former friend.

He once sought out his goddess in private.

But she told him he was a good person, ha ha.

How hilarious.

Another "heh."

So that day, he carried out a bloodbath on the Gao Liu family.

He finally got a taste of the fragrance.

Strike while the iron is hot.

A great fire could bury all filth.

The so-called truth is but a little girl dressed up at will, allowing him to weave stories as he pleases.

It wasn't until that day, after obtaining the knife and the Knife Scripture, that he truly felt his strength.

A massive azure fist struck.

The tyrant blade cut through the water for three thousand meters, spewing out a huge cloud of blood mist.

Yi Chen brutally showed his Pure Yang tyrannical demeanor.

His upper body's clothes had been shredded into strips from the tyrant blade's previous sneak attack, which even broke two of his sweat hairs, completely enraging him.

Bands of muscle, resembling biological plating, surfaced on his body.

Strong and forceful, strong and forceful.

It was a blend of strength and beauty.

It was true aesthetic violence.

His body grew taller, his Deep Azure Inner Qi transformed into a glaze battle armor covering his whole body, looking down on the retreating tyrant blade as if it were nothing more than a pig or dog.

Taoist master, it's time to collect your people.

If it weren't for his extraordinary Pure Yang Taoist foundation and boundless vital energy, he would have been the one spitting blood today.

Anyone who dares to swing a blade at Yi Chengzi is an enemy.

If they are enemies, they must die.

Not even Daozun could stop him, Yi Chengzi said so.

The more his enemies oppose him, the more it proves he is right.

Those who oppose him are all his enemies.

Circular reasoning completed.

Yi Chen's face was ferocious, revealing a kindly smile.

"Advance a blade, withdraw a blade, who dares to block the blade?"

"Are you blocking your mother?"

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Yi Chen took a large step forward, rushing towards the distant center of the river where the tyrant blade was, his majestic figure kicking up sprays of water that split the river in two.

The immense impact raised waves more than ten meters high, and the parted water took nearly ten seconds to fully close again.

Witnessing Yi Chen approaching like a savage beast, the tyrant blade's courage was shattered, his mind momentarily overpowered, finally unable to resist revealing his last trump card.

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"Corpse God, aid me!" he bellowed inwardly.

All of a sudden, the tyrant blade's aura changed dramatically, his eyes turning blood-red.

A power far stronger than before soared into the sky.

The Corpse God was the dormant spirit of the demon blade in his hand, the root of his rise from an ordinary man to the sixteenth place on the Dragon and Tiger List.

Red blood light shone through his body.

"Flames divide the waves, the sea of blood is boundless!"

The 'tyrant blade', now with a mind overtaken, let out a roar that was unlike any sound a human could make, and his boundless blade energy met Yi Chen's fist.

Like needles clashing against a blade of wheat.

In the blink of an eye, everyone on the riverbank gasped in disbelief.

The tyrant blade's ambush, Yi Chen's explosive counter, the tyrant blade's transformation.

All of these scenes were too much for them to take in.

Boom!

The blade energy collided with the massive azure fist, causing visible ripples to burst out.

For a moment, furious waves surged like water dragons, sweeping across thousands of yards of sky.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"I said before that the so-called tyrant blade was so weak and pathetic, a complete waste, but I had no idea it was a technique of using the blade to control people," Yi Chen said coldly.