Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 407 - 302: Breaking the Darkness with Pure Yang, the Fifth Major Form of the Halberd, A Tremendous Surprise_3

At this moment, he probably had grasped the subtleties of the Rakshasa King’s move.

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Just like his own Immortal Slaying Halberd Method sixth move, the Annihilating Execution Technique, the Rakshasa King’s move was also aimed at ’divine’ battles.

If his guess wasn’t wrong, right now his sense of time had been stretched long by the Rakshasa King, which could only lead to the current anomaly.

"Eh, not only did I fail to find the fifth form, but my five senses have also been deceived, and been dragged into such a state; truly, the heroes of this world are not to be underestimated."

"However, Rakshasa King, do you really have the strength to compete with me in terms of determination?"

Yi Chen refused to believe that the Rakshasa King’s move didn’t have a significant downside; otherwise, with such a killing move, others could seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. With such control over the crowd, how could anyone else even play?

Obviously, the Rakshasa King now sought to deceive Yi Chen’s five senses and elongate his sense of time, hoping to drive Yi Chen mad with boundless isolation.

In a world of darkness where the concept of time did not exist, Yi Chen sat down cross-legged, dividing a wisp of his spirit to monitor his heartbeat, starting to deduce the fifth form of the halberd technique with all seven layers of his energy.

Since the Rakshasa King was nowhere to be seen, wishing to drive him mad, then he would gladly eat the sugar coating and send the bomb back, turning a funeral into a celebration.

Who else could he thank for burning their Cultivation Body to aid his cultivation? Such a good person was hard to find.

The Rakshasa King had no idea how formidable Yi Chen had become in solitary comprehension, forged under the training in Shen Hong’s crimson glow.

After all, his memories of the Daoist frequently featured dead ends in the road ahead, sitting still for decades or centuries; having received so many martial arts techniques and accumulations from such ’Daoists’, he had long since become extraordinary.

"It’s nothing but to sit in silence, to gain in renunciation, and to practice amidst affairs."

With a sigh, Yi Chen’s eyes half-closed, as if shut, began to enter a semi-meditative state.

Time passed unknowingly, and in the infinite darkness, a tall Daoist radiated soft brilliance, levitating three feet above the ground in a meditative posture.

The Daoist was tall, yet somewhat emaciated, with tough skin tightly stretched over his large bones.

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Suddenly, a derisive laugh resounded in the Daoist’s heart.

"Stranger, do you regret it?"

"This king must thank the stranger for making up my mind, truly unleashing this Dark Realm’s canopy of perdition, the Light of Obliteration."

"Your essence is dissipating; you must be feeling it, right? On the day your form withers and your bones dry up, even if this king seizes your foundation, reverses fate, and makes my return..."

Yi Chen opened his eyes, a slight smile on his lips:

"Are you in a hurry, your Majesty? Trying to deceive my senses and lie to me with false words."

"My body is guarded by many golden immortals at my acupoints; do you think you can subdue them?"

After a long while without a response, Yi Chen continued to enter a semi-meditative state.

After a long time, the cold laughter of the Rakshasa King echoed in the Daoist’s heart.

"Do you regret it, Daoist?"

However, during these years, the Daoist only fluttered his eyelids and did not respond, effectively reversing the situation, leaving the Rakshasa King hanging. Gradually, the Rakshasa King began to talk more, even spouting gibberish.

After an indeterminate period, the Rakshasa King began his daily greetings.

"Do you regret it, Daoist?"

This time, the Daoist unusually opened his eyes, revealing two golden suns slowly rising in his pupils.

Yi Chen rose to his feet, reciting verses like a story, echoing through the dark canopy.

In his voice, there was an endless joy.

"Fate stirs with the rise of the overbearing rooster."

"Facing death, I freely face east and west."

"Once I grasped the Pure Yang law."

"My fame surged like a tide through Fengyun County."

"My reputation soared through the ten directions."

"My heart, as Pure Yang, illuminates the snow-covered embankment."

"Daoist on his journey, full of fame and slander, tell me, do you regret it, Daoist?"

"Pure Yang’s brilliance breaks the fall into oblivion, the king may regret, but I do not!"

With a hearty laugh, Yi Chen looked at his withered and wasted appearance and let out a sneer!

"How dare these mere illusions disturb my Pure Yang Daoist heart?"

"Thanks to your Majesty for your assistance; I have understood (liao), that the Annihilating Execution Technique’s four great forms are the pinnacle of mortal halberd techniques, while the Immortal Slaying Halberd Method’s fifth form should take the form of intent."

"Combining the utmost true intent of Pure Yang with the Annihilating Execution Technique, I’ve conceived half of an ultimate technique; please give it your appraisal, your Majesty."

"With Pure Yang, I break the darkness, shattering the descent into perdition, this move I name, Soaring to the Skies!!!"

Yi Chen’s voice suddenly became loud and clear!

He lifted his long halberd gently, quickly raising it to a horizontal position, as a ten-foot golden light extended like a golden carpet toward the distance.

The golden light dazzled the world, and Pure Yang illuminated everything.

"No! This is impossible!" The Rakshasa King’s voice of terror suddenly sounded from the sky.

The dark canopy shattered like a spiderweb, and a stream of data flashed before Yi Chen’s eyes.

At the same time, cool strands fell from the broken canopy, converging toward Yi Chen’s sea of consciousness.

After the descending filaments from the sky were absorbed, Yi Chen’s smile grew ever wider.

"Rakshasa King, how capable you are."

On the display panel, Yi Chen’s essence had suddenly skyrocketed by a staggering ten points.

In the battle of ’gods’, it was evident that the Rakshasa King had lost everything, even his soul, through some mysterious secret technique.