Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 110 - 108 Strategist Ghost Valley, South Sea Ye Xian (Three in One)_2

Chapter 110: Chapter 108 Strategist Ghost Valley, South Sea Ye Xian (Three in One)_2

It’s a pity these people don’t understand.

"Hmph, those with different paths cannot work together." Xiaoyao Zi snorted coldly. "You don’t resent the foolish Emperor, nor the corrupt officials, nor the bloodthirsty tyrants. Instead, you resent the starving peasants, blame them for causing chaos, and hate them for killing the Emperor."

"Make your move."

Crash!

Without further words, Wang Qii acted instantly.

The conflict over ideologies inherently leads to a battle of life and death.

Wang Qii follows his own Great Dao. No matter how self-righteous others may sound, it cannot sway his resolve.

If he were so easily moved by a few words, he wouldn’t have grown to this point.

Boom!

The Yin Yang Grinding Plate descended.

This time, Wang Qii did not hold back.

Shadows enveloped a range of hundreds of meters, pressing down like a colossal mountain.

"What a pity." Xiaoyao Zi closed his eyes.

"There’s still a chance. Fangxian Dao didn’t come. I believe they can perform miracles!" Xuan Su said.

Over eight hundred years ago, Fangxian Dao defeated the Yin Yang School and became the number one sect of the era.

For hundreds of years, countless legends were left behind by Fangxian Dao’s Abnormal Soldiers.

Strategist Ghost Valley Master, the Centenarian Ann Qi, War God Bai Qi, Demon Emperor Yingl Zheng—all were unparalleled figures who once swept across generations.

Though they’ve declined now, their foundation remains. Perhaps in the future, they’ll have a chance to rise again.

"Let’s hope they hide well," Xuan Su thought.

Boom!

At that moment, a violet Divine Thunder descended from the sky.

The lightning struck the Yin Yang Grinding Plate, shattering it into pieces.

The crowd was saved.

Xuan Su opened his eyes, only to see countless dark clouds flying in from the horizon. Above the clouds were innumerable ghosts and gods.

Yin Wind howled, Evil Qi surged to the heavens.

"Fangxian Dao is here for reinforcements!!"

"Ghosts and gods!!" Xuan Su suddenly recalled something, a flicker of disbelief and delight flashing in his eyes. "Rumor has it the Ghost Valley Saint can command ghosts and gods. Could it be?"

"The Ghost Valley Saint has emerged! Traitors, surrender at once!!"

Wei Zixu shouted. She wore a black Taoist robe, with a thousand Rampant Soldiers behind her, appearing as a valiant female general.

"Not good!"

Du E unleashed Divine Footwork, transforming into a ray of golden light that spanned a thousand meters in an instant. He arrived before Xuan Su, wielding the Zen Stick with the force of ten thousand pounds, aiming directly for Xuan Su’s head.

This strike could shatter mountains. If it landed squarely, Xuan Su would surely be annihilated.

Du E thought to himself that he must not let them coordinate from inside and out; otherwise, it would spell danger for his side.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound of something breaking through the air echoed.

A flying sword, thin as a cicada’s wing, trailed flames hundreds of meters long as it stabbed toward Du E’s forehead.

"Damn it!"

Du E had no choice but to pull back and block.

Clang!

The flying sword collided with the Zen Stick.

The impact forced Du E to retreat dozens of meters. Once he steadied himself, he saw an imposing man standing in front of Xuan Su.

"Old monk, your opponent is me!"

Zhengyang gently ran his hand along the Cicada Sword, his gaze soft. The treasure sword trembled slightly, as if responding.

"Old friend, it’s been two hundred years since you’ve tasted blood, hasn’t it?"

Buzz!

The Cicada Sword soared into the air, splitting into thousands of fragments. Sword Qi rained down like a storm upon Du E.

At the same time, nearly forty thousand Rampant Soldiers surged forward like tidal waves.

Among the Rampant Soldiers were seven Demon Generals and a Three-eyed Commander.

With their leadership, the Rampant Soldiers were not mere cannon fodder but a disciplined force.

Each of the three experts faced ten thousand soldiers, and the pressure instantly soared.

None of the Rampant Soldiers approached Wang Qii’s side.

Wang Qii, his gaze burning, looked across the distance at Song Lin. The two locked eyes, tension palpable.

Dharma Image True Person!

This was Wang Qii’s first thought.

Great Success of Divine Establishment?

Song Lin sensed Wang Qii’s aura.

There was a trace of Ziyuan within; it was similar to the Foundation Establishment Breakthrough level.

In the language of this world, that equates to a Half-step Heavenly Person.

Realizing this, Song Lin turned to Ann Qi beside him and said, "Lead the remaining Rampant Soldiers to block the path. Don’t let a single person escape."

Having spoken, Song Lin took a step forward.

Behind his head appeared a rotating golden halo.

The halo spun, dazzling like the blazing sun, illuminating all around, incomparably mysterious. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

This was the external manifestation of a soul’s projection, known in this world as a dharma image.

Above Wang Qii’s head appeared the Yin Yang Grinding Plate once more.

Their auras reached their peak.

Song Lin used Divine Thought to scan the surroundings. The Innate Qi in his five organs ignited, his heart burning like a fiery flame.

Emperor’s True Energy carried Innate Qi to his right hand.

Song Lin formed a sword technique with his fingers, pointing toward the heavens.

"Boundless Heaven and Earth, borrow the power of Qian and Kun!"

Boom!

A fissure tore open in the void a thousand meters away above Wang Qii’s head. From within the gap emerged a dazzling blue lightning bolt.

Boom!

The lightning struck the Yin Yang Grinding Plate, leaving a crack.

But it didn’t end there.

With a wave of his right hand, Song Lin summoned storm and rain.

The addition of storm and rain amplified the power of the lightning even more.

The lightning, originally only three feet long, cascaded down under the influence of the storm and rain.

Boom! Boom!

A dozen bolts of lightning in rapid succession caught Wang Qii off guard.

"Such powerful Thunder Skill," Wang Qii mused inwardly.

"But..." Wang Qii’s eyes glinted as he smirked with a hint of mockery. "Is the Strategist Ghost Valley Master only capable of this much?"

Boom!

The Yin Yang Grinding Plate exploded, countless black-and-white streams of Yin Yang Qi forming into snakes.

The snakes feared not the lightning, ready to sacrifice themselves if necessary.

The black-and-white snakes surged like waves, devouring thousands of Rampant Soldiers, then charged toward Song Lin unfazed.

Boom!

"Quite strong!"

Song Lin waved his right hand, summoning the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order.

As True Qi poured into the Heavenly Master’s Token, it emitted a crimson glow.

Meanwhile, his pupils turned pale gold—the power of the Taiyin Golden Pupil, refined after Spirit Refining, had grown significantly.

Before long, he detected a weakness.

"Perish!"

Song Lin uttered softly.

Divine Thunder descended, dispelling demons and punishing evil.

A purple lightning bolt ten meters long obliterated the Yin Yang Snakes upon contact.