60: Intercepting Daoguo, the witch is touched

Above the altar, Yuan Haotian was in a sorry state.

His luxurious golden python robe was torn in many places, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was somewhat rapid.

As the Crown Prince of Tianyuan Divine Dynasty, possessing the True Dragon Physique, he had always held himself in high regard, believing that no one in the younger generation could surpass him.

When he saw the chaos dao fruit tree, he was overjoyed.

However, the bone Qilin guarding the chaos dao fruit was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

This Yao Beast's Physical Body was incredibly powerful, comparable to a Late Stage Mahayana Body Cultivator, and the bone spurs all over its body were exceptionally sharp.

It could also spew a grey Death Qi that could corrode spiritual power and Divine Soul, tying his hands and feet, making it impossible for him to unleash more than half of his Divine Ability.

He had been fighting with this bone Qilin for nearly an hour, consuming a vast amount of spiritual power, yet he still hadn't been able to defeat it.

"Vile beast! Die!" Yuan Haotian roared, and a gigantic golden Dragon shadow appeared behind him.

His aura surged, and a golden Dragon spear appeared in his hand.

Man and spear became one, transforming into a brilliant golden light that fiercely stabbed towards the bone Qilin's brow.

"True Dragon Breaking Army Stab!"

This spear strike gathered all his essence, Qi, and spirit, and was one of his ultimate trump cards.

The bone Qilin also sensed the fatal threat and let out a roar.

Its entire body's bone spurs stood erect, and a thick layer of grey bone armor instantly covered its whole body.

At the same time, it opened its mouth and spewed out an extremely dense grey Death Qi, meeting the golden light.

Boom!

A dazzling light erupted in the center of the altar, and a terrifying energy storm once again swept in all directions.

Jiang Chen and Yu Meier, who were far away, had no choice but to circulate their spiritual power to resist the aftershocks.

"Tsk tsk, what a lively fight."

Jiang Chen watched with his arms crossed, showing no intention of intervening.

"Should we... not go up and help?" Yu Meier asked with some hesitation.

That was a chaos dao fruit.

If Yuan Haotian killed the Yao Beast and took it, they wouldn't get anything.

"Help?" Jiang Chen glanced at her and smiled, "Why should we help? Let him fight, the longer the better, preferably until both are gravely injured."

Yu Meier instantly understood Jiang Chen's intention.

Watching tigers fight from a mountain, the fisherman benefits.

This man, his heart is truly dark!

But... she liked it!

As the dust and smoke dispersed, the scene in the center was revealed.

Yuan Haotian's Dragon spear had successfully pierced the bone Qilin's head, but the spear shaft was also bent and broken by the bone Qilin's dying claw.

Yuan Haotian himself was struck by the Death Qi, his face as pale as paper, and he staggered back, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

The bone Qilin's massive body twitched a few times before collapsing to the ground, its life force extinguished.

He won!

Yuan Haotian was ecstatic.

He endured his severe injuries and walked step by step towards the chaos dao fruit tree in the center of the altar.

As long as he obtained this item, not only would his injuries instantly recover, but his cultivation would also advance further, even giving him a chance to glimpse the Dao of a Ninth Realm Saint!

By then, a mere Jiang Chen could be annihilated with a flick of a finger!

He reached out, trembling, to pluck the three purplish-gold fruits.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fruits, a white figure, like a ghost, appeared silently before him.

"Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Chen didn't look at him, merely admiring the chaos dao fruit tree before him, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"The quality is good, but the age is a bit lacking.

Yuan Haotian, you've worked hard."

As he spoke, he reached out and uprooted the three chaos dao fruits, along with the entire small tree, from the altar, casually placing them into his Storage Ring.

The entire process was smooth and incredibly fast.

Yuan Haotian watched, helpless, as his hard-won spoils of battle were taken by Jiang Chen.

"You... Pfft!" He was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his body swaying precariously.

"Jiang Chen! How dare you steal my things! Give me back the chaos dao fruit!" Yuan Haotian's eyes were bloodshot.

"Your things?" Jiang Chen turned around.

"Is your name written on it? Or will it answer if you call out to it?"

"You!" Yuan Haotian pointed at Jiang Chen, trembling with anger.

"'You' what 'you'?" Jiang Chen walked up to him, looking down at him.

"While I'm in a good mood and don't want to kill anyone, scram.

Otherwise, this altar will be your burial ground."

Yuan Haotian had no doubt that Jiang Chen would really kill him.

However, to just give up the chaos dao fruit like this, he was unwilling!

But what should he do?

He was severely injured now, and if they really started fighting, he would be no match for Jiang Chen.

Just as he was struggling and hesitating, Yu Meier swayed her figure and walked up from behind, smiling at Yuan Haotian.

"Oh my, isn't this His Highness, the Crown Prince of Tianyuan? How did you end up in such a sorry state?"

She covered her mouth with a fan, her eyes full of schadenfreude.

Seeing Yu Meier, the anger in Yuan Haotian's heart found an outlet.

In his opinion, Yu Meier and Jiang Chen were in cahoots!

"Yu Meier!" He gritted his teeth and roared, "You demoness of the Joyful Union Sect, to actually collude with him! Truly despicable!"

Yuan Haotian, as if insane, vented all his resentment towards Jiang Chen onto Yu Meier.

"I thought you were some lofty Saintess, but it turns out you're just a sycophant who judges people based on their power!"

"What? Seeing that Jiang Chen's cultivation is good, you couldn't wait to throw yourself into his arms? What else can women of your Joyful Union Sect do besides use their bodies to please men?"

His words grew more and more vicious, more and more unbearable.

"Do you think if you follow him, he will truly care for you? Don't dream!

In his eyes, you're no different from those Cauldrons!

You're just a slut who everyone can have!"

"Shut up!" A cold shout interrupted Yuan Haotian's roar.

It wasn't Yu Meier who spoke, but Jiang Chen.

Yu Meier was stunned.

She hadn't expected Jiang Chen to stand up for her.

She thought that with Jiang Chen's personality, he wouldn't bother.

Yuan Haotian was also startled, then burst into laughter, "What? Jiang Chen, did I hit a sore spot?

Did I hit the mark?

This slutty fox you keep is just a slut who everyone can have..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a hand had already gripped his neck.

It was Jiang Chen.

No one saw how he moved; he appeared before Yuan Haotian as if teleporting, lifting him with one hand.

All of Yuan Haotian's spiritual power seemed to be completely confined by an invisible force at this moment, making it impossible for him to resist.

His feet left the ground, his face turned purple from suffocation, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"I told you, shut up."

His five fingers slowly tightened.

"What happens after this, I don't care."

"But, she is with me now." Jiang Chen's gaze was chilling.

"My people, even if they are a dog, it's not your place to insult them."

The moment his words fell, he flicked his wrist.

Bang!

Yuan Haotian was thrown onto the altar like trash, crashing heavily.

The ground of the altar instantly cracked.

Yuan Haotian lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, countless bones broken, his mouth agape, but unable to even let out a scream.

Jiang Chen slowly walked up to him, stomped his foot on his face, and lightly ground it.

"Now, is your mouth still tough?"

Yuan Haotian stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, but his consciousness had already begun to blur, and he soon fainted.

Yu Meier, standing to the side, was already stunned.

She stared blankly at Jiang Chen, who had Yuan Haotian under his foot and had said, "My people, it's not your place to insult them."

The deepest chord in her heart was fiercely plucked.