Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 268: Peerless Divine Arrow! Earth-Walking yaksha!
The old Daoist’s hair and beard bristled as he glared angrily at the three. A surge of heroic spirit welled up in his chest.
Then, from Lord Corpse Matron came the shrill voice of a little girl, “Kill him, today we mustn't let him leave this place alive!”
Duku and Lord Gufeng said nothing, and Lord Corpse Matron frowned.
Following their gaze, he saw that a young Daoist had appeared in the mountain valley that had been transformed into a ghastly ghost domain.
At his waist hung an ancient, straight longsword. His eyes were cold, his expression solemn.
Though he showed no overwhelming aura, for some inexplicable reason Lord Corpse Matron felt a stabbing pressure in his body from the young man’s presence.
“Where did this young Daoist come from? Don’t tell me you’ve come to be buried alongside this old bastard?” Lord Corpse Matron sneered.
Why is he here...? the old Daoist frowned.
These were not the same as the wild or evil gods that had appeared during the fight over the Baxia stone statue. The Four Heavenly Kings of the Bare Body Sect were infamous for their ruthless lives!
However, the old Daoist did not tell Li Yanchu to retreat at this moment and thus give the enemy an advantage in spirit. Instead, his expression was tense as he fixed his gaze on Li Yanchu, ready to act and save him at the slightest misstep.
Lord Corpse Matron, eccentric by nature, didn’t think much of a young Daoist at all. His tone and manner were outrageously arrogant.
Meanwhile, Li Yanchu’s face remained cold and stern. He said nothing.
“Pretty boy, you’ve got such a handsome face, why don’t you come over here and let me really take care of you?” Lord Corpse Matron grinned with insolence.
“Careful!” Suddenly, Lord Gufeng spoke up from the side.
Clang!
A crisp dragon’s roar rang out, and the surrounding air rippled outward in visible waves.
Lord Corpse Matron might have seemed arrogant, but in truth he had been waiting for his opponent to make a move.
“Come!” He gave a fierce shout, throwing a savage punch straight at Li Yanchu.
A dazzling saber qi flashed, and he made an overbearing and unstoppable strike!
Li Yanchu undid his Daoist talismanic armor, his blood and qi surging skyward like a blazing column of smoke. Pouring all his energy into the Jiaoslayer, he struck.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the air, and Lord Corpse Matron’s body was actually cleaved cleanly in two at the waist. Blood sprayed everywhere!
Divine Astral Hands! Thousand-Jin Drop!
Li Yanchu stomped down on Lord Corpse Matron’s upper body, pinning him into the earth.
A massive crater appeared, and the entire field went silent. Lord Gufeng and Duku were utterly shocked!
Where had this Daoist come from?! So domineering!
Without changing expression, Li Yanchu rammed the Jiaoslayer into the still-living Lord Corpse Matron’s mouth, shredding his jaws and head to pieces.
“Weren’t you fond of talking? Let me make sure you talk to your heart’s content!”
The killing intent in his voice sent a chill down the spines of even Lord Gufeng and Duku, the two Heavenly Kings of the Bare Body Sect.
Suddenly, a plume of black mist burst out from Lord Corpse Matron’s body. He was an ancient corpse spirit, immune to sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. Magical artifacts, too, found it hard to pierce his defense.
Even though the Jiaoslayer’s peerless sharpness had cleaved him apart, he still did not die. Instead, he detonated a burst of violent corpse poison toward Li Yanchu.
A five-colored divine light flared from Li Yanchu’s body, instantly dispersing the black mist. He used the quadruple-enhanced Plague-Dispelling Talisman. Not only that, the corpse poison within Lord Corpse Matron’s body was weakened to almost nothing by that five-colored light.
He blew his upper body apart, sending poisonous flesh and blood surging to engulf Li Yanchu, but it was useless! Every bit of that spent, desperate flesh was blocked by Li Yanchu’s Qi Shield.
Lord Gufeng’s gaze sharpened, his pupils turning pitch-black, like two deep, lightless abysses. Above his head, thick black qi condensed into a sinister rune, and he casted a curse!
“Five-Lightning Pure Yang, True Law of Heaven and Earth, kill!” Li Yanchu’s voice cracked like thunder.
Boom!
Heaven’s lightning smote down. A deafening clap rang out, shaking the soul and carrying the might of the heavens and earth as it crashed down. The sea of corpse qi and yin mist around them was instantly swept away!
All that anyone could see was a blinding white light; their eyes burned with pain. After all, lightning arts was heaven and earth’s most unyielding, pure yang, overbearing force and could not be looked at directly.
When Duku’s vision cleared, the spellcaster Lord Gufeng was gone, and in his place was a deep crater! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
The monk’s normally calm, unfathomable expression was now filled with shock and a trace of fear!
One of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Bare Body Sect, Lord Gufeng, lord of the three northern branches in Beifeng Prefecture, a demonic powerhouse who had roamed the Dry Nation unchallenged for sixty years, was defeated! His soul scattered, and not a single bone remained!
The Jiaoslayer in Li Yanchu’s hand gleamed with an icy light, its edge leveled at Duku and the heavily wounded Lord Corpse Matron, whose consciousness had fled into his remaining half-body.
“You heretical demons, none of you are leaving here alive today!”
His edge was bared, and his aura swept the land for ten thousand li like a tiger.
The old Daoist’s eyes widened, staring at the scene in disbelief. “Damn it... this kid is that ferocious?!”
Duku’s expression changed drastically, then he turned and used the Divine Foot Arts to flee. In the next instant, his figure appeared twenty zhang away.
Li Yanchu pulled the Wind Divine Bow from his Universe Pouch and drew the bowstring back in one swift motion until it formed the shape of a full moon.
A brilliant light gathered into a razor-sharp arrow and...
Boom!
The Wind Divine Bow surged with overwhelming qi, and the keen light-arrow shot straight toward the demonic monk’s back.
Duku felt a sting like needles across his spine and immediately pressed his palms together.
A deep, black void appeared behind him and swallowed that overbearing, razor-sharp arrow whole.
Boom!
Boom!
Li Yanchu’s explosive muscles gleamed with golden light, his qi and blood blazing like a great sun in the sky. At the same time, arrow after arrow streaked toward Duku.
It was only with his great strength and boundless qi and blood that he could draw out the Wind Divine Bow’s full might.
The demonic monk had no choice but to halt his Divine Foot Arts and press his palms together to defend against Li Yanchu’s ferocious barrage. The old Daoist, who moments earlier had been ready to unleash his ultimate move and was prepared to die in battle, now wore a complicated expression.
The supposed protagonist of this battle atop Mount Wu now found his position... a little awkward.
And this so-called lofty, world-transcending master was not thinking anything particularly refined or profound at all. In his heart, he had only one thought, Holy shit... These young brats nowadays... their killing intent is really heavy... and they hit like madmen!
It was as if he saw his younger self newly ascended to the Yang Spirit Realm, slaying great demons and old fiends, brimming with youthful pride.
Back then, he too had been all sharp edges, though compared to Li Yanchu, he lacked a few degrees of lethal ferocity.
The old Daoist stroked his beard with a smile, “This boy is much like me, excellent!”
Duku’s strength was unfathomable. Compared to Gufeng and Corpse Matron, his methods were the true embodiment of lethal ferocity! And yet, at this moment, he was being forcibly suppressed by a Daoist youth barely in his twenties.
Billowing black qi surged from Duku’s body, his brows shooting upward. Suddenly, a streak of radiance flew out from within him.
Bang!
His physical body instantly shattered into pieces! In the sky, a yaksha towering seven or eight zhang tall took form. It had a triangular head, and its body was shrouded in emerald-green flames. It had one eye sprouting from the crown of its skull, the other set into its chin. It was an utterly bizarre visage radiating overwhelming arrogance. The yaksha’s Dharma form glared viciously at Li Yanchu, murderous intent blazing as if to devour him whole.
Duku knew that if this dragged on, not only would his body be destroyed, but his very soul would be annihilated. So he abandoned his mortal shell entirely, unleashing his primordial spirit Dharma form!
“Whelp, today I shall send you on to your next life!” The yaksha’s voice dripped with malice.
