Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 329: Suppression! Myriad Sword Qi! Great River’s Torrent! Life for Life!

Chapter 329: Suppression! Myriad Sword Qi! Great River’s Torrent! Life for Life!

Boom!

Suddenly, a figure was sent flying miserably before crashing heavily into a house. The ground’s bricks and stones cracked layer after layer, breaking into ruin.

When the dust and mist finally dispersed, the crowd could clearly see the upright, imposing figure still standing there. It was a stern-faced young Daoist!

Li Yanchu’s qi and blood surged boundlessly, and he was masculine and domineering. He was like a blazing sun, so much so that none dared to look directly at him.

“He... he actually repelled Murong Longcheng!!!”

“Damn! Just who in the world is this man!?”

“How have I never heard of such a peerless genius before!?”

The entire scene erupted in uproar. Yet the noise was soon drowned out by a heaven-shaking roar.

At this time, the towering prodigy of the imperial court, Murong Longcheng, burst free from the rubble. The aura around his body was still incomparably fierce, and his eyes glowed with a faint golden sheen. The shattered stones around him even trembled under the pressure of his qi.

However, on his chest was the clear imprint of a single fist. His robes were torn, and he looked rather disheveled.

“Aren’t you the so-called prodigy of the Hu tribes? Is this all you’ve got?” Li Yanchu sneered.

Hearing this, Murong Longcheng’s fury ignited. “You’re a Daoist disciple, yet instead of cultivating Dao, you’ve trained yourself into a martial grandmaster! Today, I’ll let you witness the might of a son of the grasslands!”

Around Murong Longcheng, the air stirred despite the absence of wind. The curtain of rain was actually blocked by his power. It gathered together and directly formed into a clawing, roaring golden dragon.

Boom!

Suddenly, Murong Longcheng’s fist slammed forward. The natural qi and energy of the world erupted violently, spreading bit by bit.

At this time, Xu Ruoyun’s face paled. Murong Longcheng was already a famed prodigy in the imperial court, hailed as the “Lion of the Grasslands.” In the future, he had the potential to break the shackles of the second realm, which would allow his physical body to nurture his primordial spirit, and for him to become a mighty Yang Spirit cultivator. Thus, she worried deeply for Li Yanchu.

Earlier, Murong Longcheng had effortlessly shattered her protective talismans; this punch now, which gathered the killing intent of heaven and earth, was even more fearsome. Its presence changed the very air, and the punch was domineering and deadly.

Instantly, Li Yanchu’s muscles tensed, and an explosive force surged from his body. His qi and blood erupted like a wildfire into the sky.

Boom!

He unleashed his own punch, and behind him appeared a dazzlingly massive phantom, mirroring his movements exactly. It, too, struck forward with a punch. It was the Martial Dao Manifestation!

Immediately, Murong Longcheng’s face went pale with shock. The golden dragon he had formed shattered bit by bit, and the next moment, it completely vanished, dispersing into the heavens and earth. Meanwhile, Murong Longcheng himself was struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying before crashing through house after house, kicking up clouds of dust. Whether he survived or not, no one could say.

The entire scene fell into deathly silence, and the onlookers’ faces were filled with awe and fear. It was just one punch, yet it stirred up such terror!

It was already awe-inspiring enough that someone could spar with Murong Longcheng of the imperial court without falling behind. Just this alone was enough for them to consider him a young prodigy to be reckoned with.

Yet, after only a short time of fighting, it was Murong Longcheng who was utterly crushed. One punch struck him so hard that it was unknown whether he lived or died.

At this time, rain fell. In the eyes of the onlookers, Li Yanchu’s aura became ever more inscrutable and formidable.

“I’m Suspended Sword Sect’s Chen Tianyuan. I request guidance from Daoist Master Li!” At this time, a figure in white appeared. Holding a three-chi green blade, he stepped forward with elegance and grace.

Li Yanchu raised an eyebrow. No wonder he was a sword cultivator, he truly loved to show off!

“Very well,” Li Yanchu said in a low voice.

When it came to showing off, he feared no one! Among the cultivators present, some did not think highly of Chen Tianyuan. If it had been before, his swordsmanship alone would have inspired admiration. But no matter how strong Chen Tianyuan was, could he easily suppress Murong Longcheng? Yet this young Daoist had already done it!

Others thought that after Li Yanchu’s successive battles, his energy must be depleted, and he would be no match for Chen Tianyuan. After all, Chen Tianyuan was a master of the sword with profound sword techniques. His strikes were deadly and his attack power immense!

No one should be able to defeat Murong Longcheng and then overcome Chen Tianyuan, unless they were a Yang Spirit master of the third realm.

At this time, Chen Tianyuan’s expression was solemn. Sword qi gathered before him, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged toward him. One sword qi after another formed in front of Chen Tianyuan, filled with a chilling, deadly intent.

The entire alley was suffused with this sharp sword intent, which continuously converged toward Chen Tianyuan. Even the sky and clouds seemed to change color.

“I will strike only once!” Chen Tianyuan’s cold voice rang out.

An unyielding battle intent surged in his eyes. To face such a formidable opponent ignited the young swordsman’s competitive spirit. Even the momentum of this single strike already surpassed what Murong Longcheng had just displayed.

“Sword cultivators specialize in killing and slaying!”

This saying was certainly not wrong. Now, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically. No one believed that Li Yanchu could defeat Chen Tianyuan at this moment.

Chen Tianyuan truly deserved the title of sword prodigy; he harnessed the power of heaven and earth, and turned it into countless swords. Then, sword qi converged and cleaved through the rain-filled sky.

Clang!

The Jiaoslayer flashed, and a mysterious resonance spread from the blade, reaching several li in an instant, Then, behind Li Yanchu, a massive shadow appeared before matching his movements and swinging a blade in unison. The vast, ocean-like sword qi from before dissipated in an instant.

Although Chen Tianyuan was proud, he realized he was no match for Li Yanchu. Alas, the blade light flashed, and Chen Tianyuan was sent flying backward. His left arm was severed at the root.

Blood gushed out, and his body was ravaged by an overwhelming surge of energy, causing the swordsman immense pain.

In Li Yanchu’s eyes, sword cultivators were indeed deadly, but their bodies were far too fragile. Their physique was high in offense but brittle. If one could seize the opportunity, one could take them down in one sequence. The key was whether one could withstand the sword cultivator’s attacks.

At this time, Chen Tianyuan struggled to his feet and swallowed a healing pill, thereafter the bleeding stopped immediately. The massive blood loss left his face pale, almost colorless. Yet he remained resolute and puffed out his chest while standing upright and unyielding. A sharp sword intent still lingered in his eyes.

“I lost,” Chen Tianyuan said slowly.

Hearing this, everyone was surprised. Just a moment ago, Chen Tianyuan had unleashed thousands of sword qis, which covered the sky and earth like a mighty river in full flood. Yet this young Daoist had severed his arm with a single strike, and now he calmly admitted defeat.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s cold gaze swept over him. Chen Tianyuan had tried to kill him, so he killed him in return. It was entirely justified!

Suddenly, an elderly man in blue robes flew over from a distance, his aura surging violently. He positioned himself in front of Chen Tianyuan and said, “Daoist Master, for Miss Lu’s sake, please show mercy and spare Chen Tianyuan!”

The elder’s physique was imposing like a lion, and his eyes were restrained but gleaming, while his temples were prominently raised. His voice was loud and commanding as he spoke.

Immediately, Chen Tianyuan’s face grew even paler. “A true man will just die! Why beg for mercy?”

Hearing this, the blue-robed elder glared at him in frustration. “Did we bring you to the Jade Altar’s Blissful Land to seize this opportunity just for you to die foolishly?”

“Shut up, old man!” Chen Tianyuan blushed from the scolding.

“This person wanted to kill me! Killing him is completely justified, no one can say otherwise!” Li Yanchu said in a deep voice.

The elder wasted no words. He directly took a bundle from his back and handed it to Li Yanchu.

“Miss Lu said, if Chen Tianyuan accidentally falls into your hands, use this to save his life!”

Hearing this, the corner of Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched. Had Lu Li just implied that he was greedy? They wanted to buy Chen Tianyuan’s life with money!?