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Ren He’s strike reignited the flames of battle in the arena, as the members of Solemn Temple tightly guarded their positions under Zuo Dao's command.
The enemy's miscalculation was precisely what Zuo Dao could take advantage of.
Ren He’s “Yin Wind Serpent” was also derived from the Evil Path's Cultivation Method. However, due to the passage of time, much of its power had diminished. Yet, the Evil Path was fundamentally different from the Orthodox Path's Cultivation Method; even in its incomplete form, it remained immensely powerful.
Since arriving in this world, Zuo Dao had always restrained himself from making too many moves. Each strike he unleashed would stir up a storm of bloodshed, something he wished to avoid. But now it was different; from this moment on, he needed to ensure that his legacy filled this world.
He raised his fist, and a surge of energy erupted with his movement, filling the entire space. A fire dragon roared forth from his fist like a living creature, fiercely lunging at Ren He.
Yuan Tai and the others mistakenly believed that Zuo Dao had burned his Dao fruit. Being Immortals, they somewhat underestimated Zuo Dao's attack. Furthermore, given Ren He’s status, he would naturally not dodge in front of everyone.
Boom!
A tremendous sound erupted as their attacks collided, creating a shockwave that spread through the air. Ren He was caught off guard and was sent flying several miles by Zuo Dao’s punch. Though uninjured, he was already consumed by rage.
"You dare!"
With a furious roar, Ren He was enveloped in a chilling aura that froze chunks of space around him, casting a sudden darkness over the area.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines as if they had entered an endless snowy realm; yet this place was not white but rather eerie and foreboding.
Ren He smiled sinisterly.
"You have successfully provoked my wrath. I will make you wail in the cold hell; I won’t let you die so easily. You will know the fury of an Immortal."
When Ren He openly acknowledged reaching the Immortal realm, Mu Bai and the others revealed a hint of fear, quickly replaced by expressions of concern.
A Black Radiance descended, foul and reeking, carrying with it an icy chill that rushed toward Zuo Dao.
Crack!
Wherever it passed, space shattered into pieces.
Zuo Dao stood in the void, a faint cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The space had been sealed off by Ren He; he did not want Zuo Dao to die so easily. He intended to torment him thoroughly.
"World of Mortals!"
Zuo Dao let out a low groan and swung his fist. No one saw how he made his move, nor could anyone comprehend it.
Just before Zuo Dao shouted, clarity descended, and the earth resonated as if a song of time flowed through everyone's hearts.
Chaos Formula - Human World Fist.
A blazing sun appeared in the sky, resembling a fireball. Yet its murderous intent was like a knife, burning away the cold realm that Ren He had created.
"Ah..."
A cry of despair escaped Ren He as he could not evade Zuo Dao's attack, taking a direct hit to his chest and spitting out blood on the spot. The blood flowed like red clouds, staining the ground.
The origins of the Chaos Formula were not to be questioned for now; relying solely on Zuo Dao's mastery of the Great Dao amidst countless techniques allowed him to exude an aura of a grandmaster.
Even before comprehending the Chaos Formula, Zuo Dao had created the World of Mortals fist technique with his own strength, perfectly aligning with the essence of the Chaos Formula.
Even his Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade had undergone a transformation, becoming the Nourishing Sword and Xiaoyao Blade.
With just one punch, he injured Ren He—something that seemed reasonable to Zuo Dao. However, Miao San Shi did not share this sentiment.
"Treasures are in your possession?" Although Ren He was coughing up blood, a glint of light shot from his eyes. He did not believe that Zuo Dao could injure him solely based on his own strength, nor did he think that Miao Cheng had someone capable of wounding him in one blow.
Yuan Tai and Tian Qing were captivated by Ren He's words, their eyes ablaze with interest.
"Treasures?" Zuo Dao was taken aback by this unexpected remark but quickly grasped its meaning.
"What's it to me? Do you think you can intimidate me just because of that?"
Disregard, disdain, mockery.
Zuo Dao's gaze made Ren He tremble all over; he was furious.
In just a few words, Yuan Tai and Tian Qing had already surrounded him, forming a battle formation. In their quest for treasure, they had completely disregarded their own identities. What mattered to them was the outcome; the means to achieve it were of no concern.
"Hand over the treasure, and I will spare your life," Yuan Tai's voice was cold, laced with a hint of murderous intent.
"Hand over the treasure, and I will ensure their safe passage!" Tian Qing's tone was even more arrogant.
Yet Zuo Dao understood exactly what these three were thinking. They intended to undermine his fighting spirit with their words and threaten the lives of those from Solemn Temple.
"Young master, don't mind us; just kill them!"
Before the three could finish speaking, various voices rose from below.
"Hmph, ants are still ants; killing one is the same as killing a hundred."
Ren He was sent flying by a punch. As he landed closer to the people from Dojo, he heard their taunts, and an inexplicable rage surged within him. Without hesitation, he charged at them.
"Seeking death."
Zuo Dao was furious.
His fists struck out in rapid succession, creating a flurry of punches aimed at Ren He while simultaneously wielding his sword and dagger against Yuan Tai and Tian Qing.
He had already resolved to kill these three; they could not be left alive—absolutely not.
A streak of dark energy shot toward him as Yuan Tai brandished his weapon. A large black staff appeared in his hand, swinging down toward Zuo Dao.
Tian Qing raised a Purple Giant Blade, silently slicing through the air with a horizontal strike.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
A series of explosive sounds reverberated, shaking the ground. The lower-ranked Cultivators in the Realm struggled to maintain their footing, swaying unsteadily amidst the chaos.
The earth trembled, and countless clouds of dust rose. Miao City, which had just regained a bit of Vitality amidst the turmoil, was shattered by the four attacks.
Except for a few locations protected by formations, the rest lay in ruins. The sky was marred by numerous cracks.
Figures darted across the battlefield as the four engaged in fierce combat.
In Yuan Tai's hands, the large staff resembled a mountain, shattering everything in its path.
Tian Qing swung the massive green blade like a giant knife-wolf.
Ren He’s Snake Whip transformed into a dragon, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike Zuo Dao with a lethal blow.
Though surrounded, the trio's coordination kept Zuo Dao firmly suppressed, rendering him temporarily unable to counterattack. However, they were also hindered by being trapped in the formation and could not launch an assault on the other members of the Dojo.
The tension in the arena was palpable.
Zuo Dao thrust his sword fiercely; Tian Qing met him with his green giant blade. As he horizontally positioned his blade, he shrank back behind it. Zuo Dao's thrust struck against the blade's surface, sending sparks flying.
Zuo Dao slashed at Yuan Tai but was blocked by his staff, producing a piercing sound of friction between blade and wood.
Seeing an opening, Ren He lashed out with his whip at an awkward angle, wrapping it around Zuo Dao's neck.
Despite facing three opponents and momentarily being at a disadvantage, there was no trace of worry on Zuo Dao's face. He struck again; the clash of sword light and blade met the ground, igniting a fierce blaze that spread like wildfire.
As a master of the Evil Path, Zuo Dao welcomed fire with fire, gaining an upper hand from the start. Moreover, Zuo Dao's Cultivation Method was among the top-tier in ancient times. Even if Yuan Tai and his companions fully recovered their Cultivation Methods, if not for their difference in Realm, it would only take an instant for Zuo Dao to bring them down from their heights.
Zuo Dao had remained obscure in Miao Cheng, with few aware of his existence aside from those at Solemn Temple.
His appearance not only showcased his strength to the other factions in Miao Cheng but also instilled a sense of trepidation towards Solemn Temple. If the previous reluctance to confront them stemmed from Squad's influence, now they had to consider what a formidable force Solemn Temple would become with Zuo Dao in the mix.
Zuo Dao wielded his knife, sword, and fists against Miao San Xie, yet he remained vigilant of the situation outside the fray.
He had come to regard Solemn Temple as his own territory, belonging to his disciples. If anyone dared to challenge the dojo's authority, he would not hesitate to teach them a lesson. Moreover, he had grander plans that relied on Solemn Temple for completion.
Although Miao San Xie was not particularly impressive, they still possessed some genuine skills; otherwise, they wouldn't have survived this long.
After battling the three for a considerable time without any other figures appearing, Zuo Dao felt a twinge of discomfort. With Yuan Tai and others around, he found it laughable to think that Miao Cheng had only three Immortals.
Perhaps these three were acting too boldly, or there might be others lurking in the shadows waiting to take advantage of the chaos.
Despite the murderous intent swelling within him, Zuo Dao maintained his composure and refrained from immediately attacking the trio. This was not merely a show of weakness; he also sought to draw out more individuals with ulterior motives.
He did not believe he would show mercy to these three nor did he trust that they would keep their promises. The only thing Zuo Dao believed in was himself; during confrontations with enemies, he understood that only by trusting himself could he hope for victory.
Feigning exhaustion, he allowed his external flames to diminish significantly. To outsiders, it appeared as though he was struggling desperately; whenever a Cultivator thought he was about to collapse, he stubbornly held on. At the same time, he left behind subtle traces on his opponents.
Without Zuo Dao himself needing to exert all his energy, just relying on Chaos Formula ensured that he would not reach a state of depletion. This was something only he knew.
At this moment, Yuan Tai wore a cold smile; facing three opponents alone had become a joke in Miao Cheng. The fact that after an incense stick's worth of time they still hadn't resolved the issue was not only a blow to the trio but also instilled immense confidence in those from the dojo.
Above the sky, clouds rolled and swirled, occasionally bursting into sparks. This battle marked Zuo Dao's first confrontation in this realm and also his first test of Chaos Formula.
Every strike missed its target; every sword shattered clouds.
Zuo Dao's entire being surged with vitality, feeling invigorated.
Yuan Tai and his companions inwardly lamented their situation; while it seemed Zuo Dao was at a disadvantage, each of Zuo Dao's strikes felt like mountains pressing down upon them—almost impossible to withstand.
The three of them felt their blood boiling and their arms aching. They could sense the sharpness and the aura of death emanating from Zuo Dao.
Could they compete?
For the three, this was no joke. Having cultivated to the Immortal realm, they had a clear understanding of the world and all its beings.
Zuo Dao's movements became increasingly refined, with each strike flowing seamlessly into the next. They all understood that this cultivator, radiating killing intent, was undoubtedly a formidable opponent. Having mastered the art of deception to perfection, they found themselves dragged into a quagmire of battle, unable to withdraw.
When they wanted to retreat, it was already too late.
Zuo Dao's combat power had multiplied, and the pressure on the three grew heavier by the moment; their weapons felt unbearably heavy in their hands.
This was the pressure exerted by their opponent—not because Zuo Dao was weak, but because he was becoming more familiar with his own strength.
This was a terrifying sign. Although the three wished to end the fight, Zuo Dao showed no signs of granting them any opportunity.
The Immortal realm was incredibly powerful, yet now it had become Zuo Dao's sharpening stone. The three felt a deep frustration but could only endure in silence.
The earlier burning of their Dao fruit had now turned into a mere joke.
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