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

Chapter 214 Ferocious, I Kill with Ease, Crushing All in My Path

The more suspicious a person is, the more paranoid they become.

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Yi Chen's pupils contracted as he stared at the corpse ahead and abruptly halted in his tracks.

As a fishing adept, being fooled like a hooked fish, even if he didn't lose anything in the end, would be a stain on his professional career.

After a bit of contemplation, he had a plan in mind.

In such a situation, if there was a problem, it could only mean that someone intended to ambush him.

With that in mind, all he needed to do was think in reverse and avoid being ambushed.

He casually uprooted a large tree and chopped it in half.

From a considerable distance, with his immense strength, the two halves of the tree flew toward the corpse like missiles.

With a thunderous blast,

the corpse shattered to pieces.

Good, that eliminated the possibility of a staged corpse.

Looking at the two storage rings scattered on the ground in the distance, a smile finally appeared on Yi Chen's face.

He stepped forward a few paces, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible suction force sprang into existence in his palm, pulling the two storage rings toward him.

Just as the rings were about to reach within ten meters of him, a rich white light suddenly burst forth from Yi Chen's body, and he flashed backward with extreme speed.

The second possibility was that the doggone storage rings were fake; in the world of cultivation, there were many bizarre treasures and secret techniques, and some strange magic artifacts posing as storage rings wouldn't be surprising.

Therefore, Yi Chen decided to lure them out.

A dazzling light passed by, and a violent explosion rang out as three figures in black robes appeared amidst billowing dust, forming a triangle around him.

"Damn it, I knew it was a trick."

Yi Chen's face darkened as he glared unkindly at the three black-robed figures who had revealed themselves.

The morals in the cultivation world were really deteriorating.

The three of them held a cultivation level, with the leader at the sixth layer of the True Person Realm and the other two around the fifth layer. Their auras merged subtly, suggesting they practiced some sort of combined secret technique.

"Fellow Daoist is indeed cautious. Hand over your storage ring, and I can let you go," the leader said in a raspy voice.

Mana began to surge on all three of them.

"Fellow Daoist, make your choice. I'll give you five counts of time."

"Five."

Watching the three black-robed figures in front of him, Yi Chen suddenly revealed a fierce smile, and as surprise flashed in their eyes, his mimicry ability gradually dissipated with a crackling sound. He began to grow taller, and his aura started to climb.

"Do you know?"

"A clever hunter often appears in the form of its prey."

"Guess if I'm the prey or the hunter?"

Yi Chen raised his large hand, his eyes reflecting a hint of bloodthirsty light.

Everybody has to die, and some just require a little help.

Now that the fish had taken the bait, he no longer wanted to play roles, preferring just to be himself, which was more satisfying.

"Damn it, attack!" the leading black-robed man realized they had encountered a professional.

Knowing that the situation couldn't be resolved easily, he bravely called his companions to action.

Three blue Flying Swords struck toward Yi Chen's vital points like lightning.

Extreme Origin roared to life.

With his silver-white hands, he grabbed two of the Flying Swords, one in each hand, while the third pecked incessantly like a woodpecker at the position of his heart.

Yet, not even a white mark remained.

The three black-robed figures were suddenly terrified. Could this be the body of a human?

Crack! With a crisp sound, Yi Chen exerted force with his large hand, breaking the two Flying Swords in his grasp.

The blue Flying Sword at his chest attempted to turn back, but he caught it lightning-fast.

"You can't kill someone like this, no force, no force at all."

"Look, your purity, it's too low."

In the horrified gazes of the three black-robed men, Yi Chen, brandishing the blue Flying Sword, frenziedly hacked at his own arm, sparking countless sparks. Just three or four slashes later, the blue Flying Sword shattered completely.

"Run!"

The three men in black clothes retreated swiftly, no longer entertaining the thought of arm-wrestling with Yi Chen.

But it was already too late.

With a single stamp of his foot, the ground beneath Yi Chen exploded, terrifying power spreading into the earth, extending a long, narrow crack. Using this powerful reactive force, Yi Chen's speed instantly surged to an unimaginable degree to the black-robed men.

No maneuvering, no punching, just a simple, unadorned chest bump.

The black-robed man running at the very back was like an insect hit by a dump truck, smashing into his comrade's back at even greater speed, plowing a few hundred-meter-long path through the forest.

Using the same trick, Yi Chen stomped down once more, accelerating fiercely as all three were knocked to the ground, their bones cracking and breaking who knows how many.

"Brothers, let's go all out."

The leader spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, then forcefully stimulated his last bit of mana. With a fierce look flashing across his face, he bravely pulled out a black dagger and lunged at Yi Chen.

The tip of the dagger struck Yi Chen's chest fiercely, once again sparking a spray of sparks.

"Good courage."

"But in this world, courage alone is not enough."

Yi Chen grinned at the leader of the black-robed men, his hand lightning-fast as he grabbed the man's neck.

The silvery Extreme Origin covered the black-robed man like mercury. In an instant, he held nothing in his hand, and a storage ring fell to the ground.

"You, you're Yi Chengzi!"

Another black-robed man lying on the ground suddenly seemed to realize something and cried out in horror.

"Ay, you recognized me, too bad there is no reward!"

With a flash, Yi Chen instantly arrived at the side of another black-robed man.

"Old Three, run! Run for it!"

This man was also extremely brave, pulling out a black short dagger from his sleeve. With one hand clutching his own leg and the other desperately slashing Yi Chen's Achilles tendon with the poison-coated dagger.

A heavy foot fell, and the black-robed man's head burst open like a rotten watermelon, yet his dagger-gripping hand still did not relax.

The black-robed man called Old Three managed to suppress his injuries using some kind of secret technique and, incredibly, took out an odd fire wheel magic artifact, trying to escape with this treasure.

Yi Chen laughed scornfully, "Although you lot are Bandit Cultivators, you still have quite a sense of loyalty."

"But among brothers, it's best to be neat and tidy."

Breaking the fingers of the headless black-robed man still gripping the dagger, he took the black dagger from his hand and threw it with all his might.

In the distant sky, a burst of blood mist exploded, and the two fire-spewing wheel magic artifacts dropped to the ground despondently.

After collecting all the storage rings from the three black-robed men, Yi Chen cremated the headless black-robed man's corpse on the spot.

The deteriorating customs of the cultivation world were the inexcusable responsibility of these Bandit Cultivators.

They had it coming for treating Yi Taoist like a fish on a hook to be caught.

"Master, I have made yet another indelible contribution to the justice of the cultivation world."

"I have not broken my promise, inside this cave, those I've slain were either demons, ghosts, corpses, or cunning villains trying to bust your disciple's Gold Coins."

"This counts as me practicing the way of benevolence and righteousness, doesn't it?"

After stringing the storage rings he had obtained, Yi Chen changed his appearance to that of a young man in a blue robe and continued forward.