Chapter 234 - A Sweeping Advance Happy National Day

The giant Tai Chi Diagram carried an incomparably sharp attack power.

Ye Tian stepped lightly in the void like a dragonfly touching the water, activating the Yin-Yang Fish, which shot out a beam of black and white divine light towards Yamamoto Qinan and his companions.

“Young Master, quickly evade, it’s a top expert from the Huaxia Martial Arts World.”

“I’ll take them on!!!”

“Ten Thousand Yin Snake, come forth!!!”

The Yin-Yang elder finally lost his composure, his eyes bloodshot, shouting at Yamamoto Qinan.

Immediately, a gigantic version of the Orochi appeared out of nowhere, its blood-red maw intent on devouring souls, its vertical pupils emitting a sinister gleam, clashing with the Yin-Yang Fish.

However, the Tai Chi Yin-Yang was ever-changing, capable of supreme defense, and could transform into a sharp attack.

The black and white energies were like divine currents governing the heavens and earth.

Ye Tian’s cultivation was incredibly powerful; with the emergence of the White-clothed King, who could rival him?

Ye Tian was deliberately holding back; otherwise, he could crush the entire Orochi Shrine with just one finger.

“Bang!

Bang!

Bang~~~”

The Orochi was sliced like tofu by the Tai Chi Diagram, annihilating into the void with a dreadful shriek.

The head of the elder in the Yin Yang Robe was struck by the Tai Chi Diagram, brutally smashed, with his cheekbones shattered and deeply sunken.

From the side, his head looked stretched into an elongated shape—terrifying indeed.

Even his Yin Yang Robe was torn, and his blood painted the blackened earth red.

“Zzzz.”

The Yin-Yang elder’s body skidded along the ground for several meters before coming to rest on the airport runway seven or eight meters away.

This highly esteemed Little Priest of the Orochi Shrine, an elder who held sway over nearly half of the shrine and was feared by Cabinet Ministers, was slapped to death by Ye Tian.

Yamamoto Qinan and his companions, who once thought their priest invincible, saw that the indomitable black canopy and their undefeated Orochi were as fragile as tofu before Ye Tian’s Tai Chi Diagram, utterly powerless.

Upon seeing the demise of the elder in the Yin Yang Robe, Yamamoto Qinan and his companions were stricken with dread, their pupils shrinking as they looked towards the man ahead, smiling and seemingly harmless yet possessing a godly aura.

“You…

who are you?

Opposing our Orochi Shrine will bring you no good end.”

“I can still let you leave now.”

“If you wait any longer for our great shrine master to arrive, the consequences will be beyond your imagination.”

“Your cultivation is at least of the Earth Rank Grandmaster level, right?

You should have heard of the 15th ranked Onmyoji on the Divine List!”

Yamamoto Qinan steadied his nerves, adjusting his collar with arrogance, emphasizing the 15th rank on the Divine List, hoping to scare Ye Tian away.

“Heh, just you Orochi Shrine lot aren’t enough to make me retreat.”

“Using evil means and refining the Orochi Snake Pill makes you notorious in the first place.”

“Now that I’m here, I’ll naturally remove this blight from the world of martial arts.”

Ye Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold as he spoke.

“Hahaha, do you think having some ability allows you to act rampant in the Orochi Shrine?”

“Instead, you pretend to uphold justice.

Do you think wearing a mask makes you the Divine Martial Pavilion Master?”

“Ignorant ant.”

Hearing the mention of the Orochi Snake Pill, Yamamoto Qinan’s heart surged with killing intent, coldly smirking.

The Orochi Snake Pill was the most secret weapon of the Orochi Shrine.

They revered the Orochi as their totem, believing the Orochi was a great divine spirit blessing them with eternal prosperity.

During times of war, the shrine’s ancestors were believed to have obtained the soul contract of the Orochi God, practicing the sinister Soul Devouring Technique.

Using this evil method, the shrine had secretly controlled several generations of the R country’s emperors, amassing a vast army.

In the R country, no force dared to disobey the shrine’s orders.

However, the contract demanded virgin sacrifices with a specific physique to create an offering through cruel means, sending it through the Gate of Hell to the Orochi Spirit for a snake pill in return.

The pill’s effects were extraordinary, enhancing a cultivator by three ranks without side effects, applicable to any cultivation below the divine class.

In recent years, with Huaxia cultivators growing stronger and the unparalleled Divine Martial Pavilion Master’s supreme cultivation, the shrine dared not act as recklessly in capturing people from Huaxia as before.

“The Divine Martial Pavilion Master is my husband!!”

Su Ximeng, who had been watching Ye Tian with Su Tong, suddenly leaped excitedly and exclaimed.

“What!!!”

Yamamoto Qinan’s face changed drastically, and the people behind him involuntarily took a few steps back.

Ye Tian, speechless, turned to look at Su Ximeng, whose face brimmed with happiness.

He nearly spit out his drink.

In such a solemn situation, you openly show affection?

Did I agree to it?

“Ximeng, what nonsense are you spouting at this time.”

Su Tong was embarrassed, hurriedly covering Su Ximeng’s mouth, fearing she might say something foolish again.

“Crash!”

Ye Tian watched them, merely flicking his fingers.

The Yin-Yang Tai Chi Fish leapt from his feet, soaring high and spinning rapidly, transforming into a black and white disc, rumbling the void.

Suddenly, Ye Tian waved his hand, and the black and white disc seemed to come alive, darting towards Yamamoto Qinan.

A dazzling beam of black and white light shot from the void, the combined fish like a divine spear, piercing forward.

Under the immense Creation Energy Ye Tian channeled, the black and white divine light swept past Yamamoto Qinan’s group in a flash.

“Bang!

Bang!!!”

“What power, it’s overwhelming my soul.”

“Young Master, blow the Snake Flute and summon the shrine master!!”

The black and white divine spear was so sharp that even ten Corpse God Puppets could barely block it.

How could these mere Dark-grade, Earth Rank cultivators withstand it?

The massive black grinder exploded within a ten-meter radius, sending Yamamoto Qinan’s group flying, some bleeding from their orifices.

“Ahhh!”

“Pugh!!!”

The remaining members wailed in agony.

Most were elite members of the Orochi Shrine, equipped with defensive treasures, so they weren’t immediately killed by the Tai Chi Diagram and continued to scream miserably.

Then, Yamamoto Qinan strugglingly took out a vertical flute from his waist—a snake-shaped flute, its mouth horrifying.

An ordinary person would throw it away after a few seconds of staring, likely waking up from nightmares afterward.

Yamamoto Qinan grinned maliciously, glaring at Ye Tian.

Black mist emitted from the flute’s mouth as he blew into it, releasing the cries of ten thousand snakes, echoing across the Orochi Island.

“Sssss~~~”

From the surrounding woods, snakes with black patterns and blood-red eyes slithered, and members of the Orochi Shrine from nearby martial arts halls swarmed over, moving alongside the snakes.

“That’s the Snake Flute; Qinan is in trouble!!”

“It’s bad, bad, shrine master!”

“The priest’s spiritual tablet shattered!!!”

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