Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Harvest

At that moment, the onlookers had collectively dropped their jaws in shock.Their highly anticipated Taoist White Crane had barely set foot in the arena before being smacked to the ground like a dead dog, while Taoist Yi Chengzi, whom they hadn't thought much of, repelled the attacks of the Five-Origin Demon time after time.

"This... can't be real," someone said in disbelief.

"Of course, it's real, no one knows Taoist Yi Chengzi better than I do, I've always known that Taoist Yi Chengzi's mana is strong. After all, he's a high-level practitioner invited by the second master, standing two meters tall."

A security guard in the crowd procured a feather fan from who knows where, muttering to himself as he fanned.

He had the air of being the only sober person in a world of drunkenness.

Yi Chen had no spare attention for the idle chatter of those around him now; his gaze was fixed solely on the Five-Origin Demon.

Thankfully, he was cautious and had held back a move, catching the supervising officials by surprise to trap this evil spirit with a formation; otherwise, today's event wouldn't have been easy to handle.

"Taoist, you're quite strong. How about we both take a step back today? From this day forward, I swear I'll stop half a step away from entering Peace City and will not trouble you folks again. Let me go, and what do you say?"

The Five-Origin Demon spat out the remnants of the Peach Wood Sword, hissing, while five thick black tentacles constantly swayed behind him.

In truth, the Five-Origin Demon was inwardly cursing his luck; he had thought he could easily break the formation and make his escape, but the small Five Phases Inversion and Aerial Prohibition Grand Formation laid out by the officials was unexpectedly enigmatic.

He feigned attacks several times, trying to burst through the formation, but whether it was spells or tentacle strikes, all were intercepted by the pale gold light barrier.

Under the operation of the formation, the barrier managed to transfer all the force exerted by him onto the five people casting the formation and the flag banners, afterward channeling it into the ground, making all his attempts to break through in vain. He even almost got struck by the Taoist, who possessed tremendous Pure Yang strength, during one attempt.

What was more terrifying was that the formation was gradually weakening and suppressing his strength; regeneration of his ghostly energy within the formation space became increasingly difficult.

If he couldn't win on the battlefield, it naturally became time to negotiate.

The Five-Origin Demon, seizing upon a thought, immediately started a ruthless move, pulling the old Taoist's Peach Wood Sword into his mouth and crunching it, as a display of his strength.

"Be careful, Taoist, this Five-Origin Demon is naturally cunning, lascivious, and has committed countless blood crimes. In our supervising office's Wanted List for Evil Spirits, he ranks ninety-seventh. You absolutely cannot let him escape this time."

"Otherwise, once this demon flees, it would be like a fish entering the ocean or a tiger returning to the forest, and we would never find such a good opportunity again."

The Wanted List for Evil Spirits from the supervising office does not list any average criminals; usually, only those old demons with years of wickedness can make the list, each with a frightening level of power.

This Five-Origin Demon was somewhat of an anomaly on the list, famous for being slippery as an eel. His direct combat strength wasn't that impressive, but his ability to hide was unmatched in the world. Plus, being very careful by nature, he managed, through years of hard work, to climb into the top hundred of the list.

Fearing that Yi Chen might consider retreating, Lin Baihu spoke up to persuade him.

Actually, his concerns were completely unnecessary. Could he still be considered human if he let go of those sparkling Deep Red Points?

Such a sin.

After much effort to corner it, how could he possibly let it escape now?

The Five-Origin Demon frowned and said, "Taoist, our cultivation is not easy, it's unnecessary for us to fight to the death. You're not from the supervising office, why struggle so hard against me?"

"Whatever they're paying you, I've saved up a bit over the years. No matter their price, I'll triple it. What do you think?"

"Sounds kind of tempting," Yi Chen licked his lips, his fierce gaze intensifying, "but I'm afraid you can't afford what I want!!!"

All of a sudden, with a furious shout, Yi Chen added the slight amount of Origin Point he had saved up over the past two days to his strength attribute in the four-dimensional attribute column and instantly activated Yang Pole Transformation.

He did not want to fall into a weakened state, but he couldn't defeat the Five-Origin Demon without using his power now, so he decisively maxed out his strength.

Familiar power began to fill his body. His height shot up, breaking the two-meter barrier and growing even taller.

The muscles in his legs, arms, abdomen, and neck began to swell and thicken.

The warm current from the Origin Point also spread throughout his body, further enhancing it.

Power surged within him.

In an instant, Yi Chen's momentum soared; his wild aura and burning eyes made the Five-Origin Demon's scalp tingle.

It was a terrifying look.

The Five-Origin Demon knew all too well.

It was the same look he gave to ordinary humans, as if they were meat on a chopping board.

The wild surge of energy formed a cyclone that swept up the sand, stones, and dirt from the ground into the sky, and the Five-Origin Demon could no longer hold back. The five tentacles on his back suddenly lengthened, twisted together like a massive club, and smashed down towards Yi Chen's head.

However, the giant tentacles which had previously fought Yi Chen to a standstill were now caught in one hand by Yi Chen, unable to advance an inch further.

"Is this all you've got?"

Yi Chen lifted his head, revealing a sinister smile.

"You mangy dog, that's not enough, nowhere near enough," Yi Chen said. Continue reading at M V L

"Use your real skills, or this is where you'll end up dying."

With a swing of his longsword in his right hand, Yi Chen directly severed the entwined tendrils before him.

His aura grew increasingly violent as he stepped closer and closer toward the Wutong Demon.

With every step Yi Chen took forward, the Wutong Demon took a step back.

With every step Yi Chen took forward, the Wutong Demon took another step back. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The Wutong Demon's strength lay not in confronting foes head-on but in his ability to conceal his presence and form; suddenly, he found himself in a dire situation.

He constantly unleashed ghostly qi, driving the tendrils behind him to strike at Yi Chen in an attempt to slow his advance, but it was all in vain.

Under the suppression of the Formation, the advantage shifted in favor of Yi Chen, making the demon's attempts to stop him seem utterly ridiculous as Yi Chen cut down the tendrils before him as effortlessly as slicing radishes.

"Taoist, will you freaking say something?"

"What's your price?"

Watching the Wutong Demon pressed into a corner, Yi Chen stopped advancing. The enhancement effect from the Origin Point had ended, and his aura had reached its peak through the accumulated steps.

At that moment, his strength attribute had astonishingly reached 46 points.

Yi Chen didn't stop because he was moved by the Wutong Demon's words but because he suddenly had a premonition that when his strength attribute broke through forty-nine, he would receive a tremendous benefit.

The Great Extremes number is fifty, but its use is in forty-nine.

Once his strength attribute reached fifty, he would undergo a transformation.

"What a surprising change," Yi Chen thought, delighted.

He decided to send the Wutong Demon to his death early, so he could return sooner and experience it.

He must go back and work overtime, reaching the threshold of fifty as soon as possible.

"Wutong Demon, what do you think, can you afford the price of lending me your head?" Yi Chen chuckled coldly as he transformed into a streak of deep purple flame, slashing rapidly towards the Wutong Demon.

The Wutong Demon's face showed despair. His last resentful gaze was cast toward Madame Wang.

"You bitch, did you bring this daoist and the Town Peace Division to me?" he said.

"Well done."

"I should have never left you alive in the first place."

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The Wutong Demon's last few broken tendrils struck out in a futile attempt to slow Yi Chen, only to be severed by him once again.

He opened his mouth wide, and a black column of flame suddenly surged out, heading straight for Yi Chen's face.

This was his final hope.

And yet, hope was shattered.

Yi Chen had been wary all along, how could he not be prepared for the demon's last counterattack?

He vibrated the Dragon-Slaying Sword, splitting the black column of flame in two. After being cleaved, the flame brushed past Yi Chen's body and hit the Formation barrier, creating ripples.

By then, the Wutong Demon had completely lost his mind, knowing he could no longer escape his fate. He suddenly laughed madly in the direction of the Family Head Wang, saying:

"Family Head Wang, your wife is truly..."

Crackle.

The Wutong Demon's mad laughter was abruptly cut off.

Like a hot knife through butter, the Wutong Demon perished.

[You have successfully killed the Wutong Demon and gained one hundred twenty Deep Red Points.]

Wow, quite the harvest.

A wave of joy surged again in Yi Chen's heart.