A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 215 162: Vital Yang Qi, Breaking Daoist Skill (Part 3)

Bai Qi squinted his eyes; if not for his great perfection in bone training and six blood exchanges, he might not have been able to contend with the profound armor divine general, whose form was solidified by lead and mercury and impervious to blades and spears.

Mainly, punches and kicks couldn't cause any harm, and even Qi Yan's cultivated and nurtured peach wood sword couldn't behead him; without a handy weapon, it was indeed difficult to handle.

"You have destroyed the master's profound armor divine general! Truly courting death!"

The old dog struggled to breathe, as if his nose and mouth were glued shut by thick lead and mercury.

"Master? That Alien Evil Monarch?"

Bai Qi glanced at the bloodied old dog, feeling surprisingly calm; after all, he had the millennial Big Flood Dragon as his protector.

"Brother Qi, how much was the bounty for this creature from the County City's government office?"

Qi Yan was supporting his junior disciple, Lv Nan:

"A True Skill Root Diagram, or the entry contemplation method of a Daoist temple, could also be exchanged for silver coins and valuables."

So generous?

Bai Qi was somewhat surprised; a True Skill Root Diagram was the key to achieving great perfection in the third skin refining barrier, and the accomplishment of the Water and Fire Immortal Robe.

It's invaluable to practitioners, so precious that they would exhaust family fortunes, even become slaves and servants for it.

As for the entry contemplation method, though its specific use wasn't clear, being placed alongside the True Skill Root Diagram signified its value.

"Brother Qi, how about we join forces to kill that Alien Evil Monarch for the reward?"

Bai Qi rubbed his hands, adopting an attitude of getting things done now that they were here, deciding to clean up thoroughly before returning.

"Brother Bai, if I'm not mistaken, you should be at the second stage of bone training minor achievement, undergoing blood exchange, not yet marrow refining. I'm at the third realm of Dao Skill, just barely completing fetal embrace, and my divine soul can roam at night. My junior disciple is at the second realm of Dao Skill, achieving great success in meditation... Even combined, we might not be a match for the Alien Evil Monarch."

Qi Yan shook his head, considering that Bai Qi was joking.

Ranked on the Human-Demon List, wanted for many years without ever being captured, the Alien Evil Monarch was quite formidable, likely mastering three superior Daoist skills.

"Why don't we focus on slaying this Dog Demon together, then send word back to the County City for stronger ghostwriters to pursue and hunt him down?"

Qi Yan, experienced and cautious, always sought stability and avoided taking dangerous risks, as advised by his master repeatedly.

"But... it seems... too late. Brother Qi, he's already here."

Bai Qi's heart beat slightly faster, as the initially deep night seemed to grow darker, starless and moonless, pitch-black; howling sinister winds swept everywhere, like knives cutting through, peeling off chunks of wall skin.

A layperson witnessing this scene would surely be shocked, as if a thick curtain were draped over the mansion, with the surrounding space gradually contracting, becoming narrow and cramped; this fear was too real, too intense.

"Nightmare Suppression Skill! Brother Bai, you small..."

Qi Yan grasped the peach wood sword with both hands, guarding in front of himself.

Evidently, the Alien Evil Monarch had deeply cultivated his divine soul, not only able to soar freely out of his body, but also having touched the threshold of the Dao Skill Fourth Realm, allowing his thoughts to nurture spirit, adding several degrees of power to his Daoist skill.

But when Qi Yan turned back, he found Bai Qi's physique covered in a lustrous sheen, as if a furious dragon was stirring within, causing his qi blood to surge wildly, and that Golden Python Bow was pulled into a full moon!

Boom!

The iron arrow vibrated continuously, generating blistering sparks, forcibly tearing apart the thick curtain covering the land, ripping a giant gash!

Brother Bai, you're this brave?

Qi Yan gaped in disbelief.

"Such pure yang qi blood! Tsk tsk, your muscles and bones, skin and flesh, are terrific! In such a backwater place, there are materials suitable for refining the Hundred Soul Banner!"

Sinister and hoarse like a night owl, the voice circled endlessly, as Bai Qi felt immense malice pour over him, as if he were deemed fish on the chopping block, ready for slaughter.

"The master's here!"

Ecstatic, the old dog struggled to rise in welcome, but was kicked hard in the head and smashed back into the water-milled brick floor.

Then, with an exertion of strength, his hard skull instantly shattered, spraying forth a mix of red-and-white turbid fluid.

"What's there to get excited about."

Bai Qi stepped forward to kill the old dog, standing with bow in hand, seemingly unfazed by the awe-inspiring Daoist skills of the Alien Evil Monarch, yet internally, he called out:

"Sister Jiao, help me!"

Can't win? Well, just call for reinforcements!

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Suddenly, the Big Flood Dragon submerged in the water lifted its head, its golden vertical pupils ablaze, driving waves to peer over Dayu Town, seemingly searching for something, eventually locking onto a certain spot in the vast blackness.