"I didn't expect my fellow Daoist, although you have only been cultivating for a short time, to already have a Dao heart as firm as rock. I truly underestimated you,"

The Pharmacist pressed his hands together in prayer, sighing somewhat incongruously, before turning his gaze towards the Yaksha King, signaling him to block Yu Yuan.

The Yaksha King clenched his fists, his body tensed, and although he did not wish to confront the formidable enemy Yu Yuan at this time, he was compelled to obey the Pharmacist's command.

Fortunately, at that moment, Wuzhiqi laughed loudly as he pointed his Iron Rod towards him, roaring exuberantly: "Where are you looking? We haven't finished our fight just now!"

The Yaksha King breathed a sigh of relief and without hesitation, he dashed forward, swinging his fists towards Wuzhiqi.

Now, although he felt fear towards Yu Yuan, his fighting spirit burned high against all others, bold and unrestrained.

"Die for me!"

The Yaksha King suddenly leapt into the air, his body spinning like a rotating bullet. With a fierce clap of his hands downwards, a powerful storm erupted, furiously bombarding Wuzhiqi.

"Now this is exhilarating!"

Wuzhiqi bellowed as he dodged with a leap, his movements agile as a spry monkey.

Bending his knees, he kicked off from the air, charging towards the Yaksha King with lightning-fast speed.

In a flash, his Iron Rod shimmered with a sharp glow, transforming into a shadow as fast as lightning, smashing straight towards the Yaksha King's face.

The Yaksha King, detecting Wuzhiqi's intent, crossed his hands over his face, Mana surging forth to form a thick protective barrier, while another pair of arms extended from under his ribs, each holding a sharp scimitar, chopping out two brilliant flashes.

Wuzhiqi cleverly stepped back, using his sharp senses and reflexes to whirl his Iron Rod in a series of swings, blocking the Yaksha King's smooth and fierce onslaught.

The wind howled, and the blade light cleaved the air.

The Yaksha King roared and charged at Wuzhiqi again, his body emanating several chilling streams of black qi.

In that instant, his figure became elusive, launching attacks on Wuzhiqi from all directions.

Wuzhiqi, focused and sharp-eyed, found an opening amid the Yaksha King's rapid movements, swiftly spinning around, the Iron Rod striking precisely on the Yaksha King's chest.

Caught off guard, the Yaksha King spat out a stream of blood while his body violently trembled, flung backward like a cannonball. However, he quickly steadied himself and with a furious bellow, pounced on Wuzhiqi like a wild beast, unleashing a ferocious counterattack.

The battle between Wuzhiqi and the Yaksha King was far from over; they were evenly matched, their spirits high, with skilled and seasoned techniques to dismantle each other's offenses.

While they fought fiercely, Yu Yuan looked at the Pharmacist who sat cross-legged on the Seven-colored Lotus Platform and leisurely said, "I have already taken one of your moves just now. Now it's your turn to taste my fist... I wonder if you, the prime disciple of the Western Sect, dare to take my punch?"

The Pharmacist's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, answering indifferently: "Why would I not dare?"

As he spoke, the Saha World behind him moved horizontally like a scrolling painting, shielding him in front.

Clearly, he was using this world as a shield.

For Yu Yuan's fist to hit him, it would first have to cross this Saha World.

This was a real Small Thousand World, not a mere illusionary projection.

In his view, no matter how powerful Yu Yuan was, it was unlikely he could punch through a Small Thousand World with one blow.

Yu Yuan, however, was unconcerned, took a light breath, and his Qi-Blood began to boil, as if ignited by flames.

He stretched out his right hand, the veins on his arm protruding, the hot blood coursing wildly within his body.

The Blood Burning Mysterious Skill, a divine power of the Demon Clan used for desperate struggles, allowed for the burning of all Essence Blood in the body, converting it into immense strength, erupting with several times, even tens of times, the normal strength.

This Divine Skill literally turned oneself into a torch, squeezing out all potential and fighting with full force for one last stand!

Normally, Demon Gods and Demon Immortals would only consider using this Divine Skill in extremely desperate and dire situations, as once it was used, even if one was lucky to survive, one would be utterly drained, reduced to a wasted person with completely depleted Dao Xing.

However, for Yu Yuan, the fearsome cost was turned into a method of refining Essence Blood under the effect of Reverse Action.

Essentially, every use of Blood Burning Mysterious Skill was like getting a complete renewal of his Essence Blood.

The spent Essence Blood transformed into immense strength and blasted forth, while new and even more powerful Essence Blood with greater potential constantly regenerated within his body.

With the scorching breath igniting the Essence Blood, Yu Yuan's strength within his body surged wildly, each drop of Essence Blood seeming to release boundless energy.

He let out a thunderous shout, his muscles bulging as he threw a fierce punch at the Pharmacist.

The immense strength condensed into a shadow of a fist, like a Meteor piercing through, ripping apart Heaven and Earth.

The Saha World in front of the Pharmacist was as if made of paper, directly punctured through.

The Pharmacist's eyes widened in shock; although he was prepared, he was not ready for such a punch.

Caught in astonishment, it was too late to dodge.

He could only raise his arms, quickly forming a Fearless Seal to defend.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shaking explosion sounded as the Pharmacist was struck by Yu Yuan's punch, his arms breaking and tendons snapping, blood spewing from his mouth as his body flew out like a cannonball.

In the sky, dark clouds surged, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.

Visibly hot ripples intertwined in the air, continuously striking the surrounding mountains.

These were merely the aftereffects, while the Pharmacist who bore the brunt had already traced an arc in the sky, crashing heavily into a distant mountain, smashing straight through the mountain wall and stirring up a large cloud of dust.

The punch was unstoppable, and the mighty Divine Power swept the Pharmacist along, shattering jagged peaks reaching into the skies into powder on its path, even parting the cloud curtain in the sky into two, revealing the freshly washed clear blue sky and the brilliant sunlight.

At first glance, it looked as though the punch had split the Earth into two.

"Hisss!"

The White Lotus acolyte who witnessed all this up close involuntarily gasped, his scalp tingling with numbness.

Even Wuzhi Qi and the Yaksha King, who were in the midst of a heated battle, simultaneously stopped their actions, their eyes filled with surprise and shock.

Especially the Yaksha King.

Having witnessed the power of this punch, the shadow in his heart grew larger, and he was close to despair.

How could he possibly win against such an opponent?

At this moment, Randeng Taoist looked at Yu Yuan expressionlessly, not uttering a single word, and rose into the sky on his Plum Blossom Immortal Deer, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Clearly, he knew that with the Pharmacist's defeat, there was no point in him staying any longer.

Yu Yuan didn't bother with him and turned to look at the White Lotus acolyte, smiling, "Can you hand over the God-controlling Banner now?"

"I..."

The White Lotus acolyte swallowed hard, without the slightest thought of resistance.

He was just a small acolyte, and in terms of Dao Xing Realm, among the many present, he was the lowest; anyone could easily crush him to death.

This was also one reason why the Western Sect had sent the Yaksha King to take over.

For the Incense Fire Divine Dao to continue developing, it needed a master capable of standing on his own to take charge.

The White Lotus acolyte was fine with small skirmishes, but he was not up to par when things escalated.

Now, facing Yu Yuan's demand, the White Lotus acolyte was both fearful and terrified, afraid of being finished off with a punch.

But the God-controlling Banner was a Treasure that controlled thousands of Incense Fire Divines; to truly hand it over would render all his years of hard work in vain.

As he hesitated, the badly injured Pharmacist flew back from afar and said quietly, "Give him the God-controlling Banner."

"Yes."

The White Lotus acolyte complied, quickly producing a large black banner.

It was rectangular in shape, and the banner's fabric seemed to be made of some kind of soft silk, delicate and smooth to the touch, as light as a feather, with intricate patterns of Divine visages and Mysterious runes, every detail revealing mystery and solemnity.

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