Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 406 - 302: Breaking through the darkness with Pure Yang, the fifth grand form of the halberd technique, a huge surprise_2

"This time, it’s either triumph or utter defeat for me and your father. If we fail, then you must go into hiding, change your names and bide your time before making your next move."

"Alright, Father, Uncle, take care. I will go and meet up with my brother and leave." Clenching his teeth, the handsome young man turned and left.

"Lai, after battling each other for half a lifetime, who would have thought we’d one day join forces against a common enemy?" Watching the young man’s retreating figure, the middle-aged man’s eyes suddenly turned a violent shade of crimson as he turned and chuckled softly to the armored elder.

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After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Royal City of the Rakshasa Kingdom had already been reduced to ruins.

The towering walls of the royal palace had collapsed early on in the fierce battle between Yi Chen and the Rakshasa King.

At this moment, around Yi Chen, lay scattered many fragments of metal puppets like ’parts’.

The Rakshasa King’s face was flush with an eerie red, seated high atop an iron throne pulled in by the puppets, his eyes coldly fixed on Yi Chen.

"Outsider, what exactly do you seek? Speak freely."

"You must have felt that mob of traitors outside. I still have one move that is do or die. If I use it, there’s a high chance you will die by my hand, and eventually, we’ll both die at the hands of the traitors outside the city."

"Those two old men used combined military formations to launch an assault on us while we were heavily injured. Neither of us will end up well off."

Yi Chen gazed at the Rakshasa King opposite him and slowly curved his lips into a smile.

The smile grew wider, his mouth splitting into a grin, and his expression became more ferocious and savage; the long halberd in his hand also slowly rose.

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"Rakshasa King, do you know of a rabble?"

"You are weaker than I expected."

"From the very beginning, your path was wrong."

"My great power resides within myself, not lent by some precious sea of energy or military formation."

"Ants gather and band together, but a mighty tiger dominates the forest alone, and I, I am an army of one!"

Before his voice faded, Yi Chen had already lashed out fiercely.

In the series of collisions prior, his strong spirit had become even more agile.

The Rakshasa King, with his series of strange techniques, had put tremendous pressure on Yi Chen.

Nevertheless, it was precisely because of this that he was now able to execute the Immortal Slaying Halberd Method with even more ease and poise.

The four foundational moves of the halberd technique—Trap, Slaughter, Sever, Annihilate—were even more magnificent when carried out.

His intention was to discover the path to the seventh move of the Immortal Slaying Halberd Method during this deadly battle with the Rakshasa King.

However, as the fight intensified, Yi Chen’s heart sank into profound bewilderment.

With the Trap, Slaughter, Sever, Annihilate techniques as his foundation, Yi Chen had developed the fifth move, Devour Heaven and Earth, and the sixth, Extinction of Gods.

These two pinnacle techniques already represented the ultimate paths of the four foundational moves. The road ahead was cut off. During his previous meditation with the Bodhi golden fruit, he had already vaguely realized this.

"Trap, Slaughter, Sever, Annihilate, the four moves are already perfected, yet there’s a flaw in the seventh due to the base forms having deficiencies."

"Dammit, the four basic moves are the pinnacle of human skill. What the hell is the fifth form?"

"Damn it, I can feel that barrier. Without understanding the fifth form, my seventh halberd strike will forever be like a tree without roots, water without a source."

At this moment, Yi Chen’s eyes were slowly filled with numerous bloodlines as his attacks became increasingly frenetic, showing signs of falling into a cognitive impasse in his martial understanding.

"The fifth form, the fifth form, what in the world is the fifth form?"

"It’s all your fault, Rakshasa King, why are you so weak? Why can’t you kill me?"

"Your inability to exert life-and-death pressure on me is an obstruction to my path."

"Dammit, Rakshasa King, how wicked your heart is, preferring to die at my hands than to block my path. Today, I will turn you into ash."

"Kill! Rip you apart!"

Looking at Yi Chen, who seemed mad and demonic, fire was also raging in the eyes of the Rakshasa King.

"Outsider, you’ve gone too far!"

"Even if it burns up my very foundations today, I will let you see, what is the Dark Realm’s Celestial Canopy, the Light of Oblivion!"

"Dark Realm, descend!!!"

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The roar of the Rakshasa King grew wave upon wave. He fiercely slapped the grotesque carving upon the iron throne, and suddenly, black flames ignited around him.

In an instant, the remaining guards and puppets turned into ash and were scattered between heaven and earth. An incredible black canopy surged suddenly to envelop Yi Chen.

Darkness.

Endless, boundless darkness.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and Yi Chen seemed to be wandering in a realm of no light, traveling in a desolate space.

"Rakshasa King, where are you!"

"Fuck your ancestors, what is this lousy technique, act like a man and come face me!"

"Is your family tree rented? Don’t want it anymore?!@#￥"

In the limitless darkness, Yi Chen’s body emanated brilliant, lucent golden flames as he walked through this realm. No matter how he cursed, rushed around, or executed his halberd moves to stir the winds, the dark iron curtain was wholly unmoved, constantly expanding with his steps.

In the beginning, Yi Chen continuously swore in indignant tones while wandering in this dark realm, but after a long time, he too started to fall silent.

Swearing is more enjoyable when two people are responding back and forth; a one-sided tirade soon becomes rather dull and tasteless.

"Rakshasa lad, come out and have a chat, see, I’ve put the Holy Halberd away."

"At least come out and sneak attack me or something."

The dark realm remained silent as ever, Yi Chen’s words disappearing without a trace, not stirring a ripple.

Yi Chen was out of options.