Within the Chaotic Battle Dragon Robe, various powers erupted at once. Without Yi Tianxing even needing to move, it blocked the sinister attack and countered in kind. The vicious Low Blow Kick was deflected instantly, and a massive recoil could be seen shattering the Skeleton General's leg with a disturbing cracking sound. Fissures appeared on the femur—gruesome and shocking.
Not only did the attack fail, it backfired spectacularly.
"So vicious! This Skeleton General is just disgusting. Using his sword as a distraction, his real killing move was a low blow."
"Are you kidding me? This is beyond shameless. A Low Blow Kick? Even women don't use that! And this Skeleton General dares to? I feel like my entire worldview just collapsed. My eyes! They burn!"
Spectators were in an uproar, shouting in disbelief and outrage.
"You can't be this shameless as a person—let alone as a skeleton."
Even the surrounding undead troops turned their heads away in shame. No one wanted to be associated with the Skeleton General at this point. Even the humanoid bronze coffin trembled slightly—clearly not calm inside.
Suddenly, the Skeleton General shouted:
"Behold, Night Fragrance!!"
The cracks in his leg rapidly healed, and the invading force within was quickly expelled. Then, a chamber pot appeared in his hand—a corroded, brass-colored relic from ancient times. A real antique used for collecting nightsoil.
Visible foul vapors drifted from it.
Under his command, the Nightsoil Pot floated into the air, spinning ominously. Its mouth aimed at Yi Tianxing—and in that spin, a torrent of nightsoil burst forth.
Night Fragrance, truly fragrant indeed!
The moment it appeared, it began raining down.
Pfftt!!
The drunkard spectator choked on his wine and sprayed it out.
"You filthy spitter!!"
The nearby Peerless Ghost hadn't been ready and got hit, his face turning black.
"The stench! The poison! This so-called invincible general should be renamed the Nightsoil General. Or better yet—the Chamber Pot General! This is unbearable!"
Even Chef Butcher turned pale and instinctively stepped back.
This nightsoil's power shook heaven and earth—it was unspeakably foul.
"Oh hell no!"
Even Yi Tianxing cursed aloud. His face darkened, his eyelids twitched wildly. Never in his wildest imagination did he expect the Skeleton General to sink to such an utterly bottomless level of disgrace.
He was, truly, invincible.
The chamber pot spun faster, flinging waves of nightsoil across the dueling platform like a torrential storm. It was impossible to dodge—and Yi Tianxing was forbidden from stepping outside the one-zhang radius. Every escape route was sealed.
"Ten Thousand Talisman Banner!"
A long banner like white jade leaped from Yi Tianxing's divine sea into his hand. With a flick, the Ten Thousand Talisman Banner shone with divine light as countless Water Talismans emerged, forming layers of watery shields around him, sealing off all openings.
With another flick, a surge of frost swept out.
Talisman Technique – Ice Seal Talisman!
Another shake—scarlet light burst forth as countless Fire Crows soared skyward, wings blazing, aiming to incinerate the foulness from above. These talismans were blood-ink talismans, nurtured in his divine sea and refined with his own true essence. The Ten Thousand Talisman Banner enhanced their power by at least 30%.
Thousands of Fire Crows danced skyward—but the moment they collided with the nightsoil rain, they were snuffed out as though doused by water. Each crow screamed and vanished, while the droplet of nightsoil also disappeared—its energy spent.
"This stuff can corrupt divine arts!?"
Yi Tianxing's mind flashed with understanding.
Nightsoil, as one of the world's most vile substances, naturally suppressed spells and divine techniques. Cultivators instinctively avoided filth because it could disrupt their flow of energy. Yet this wasn't ordinary nightsoil—each droplet was infused with a strange power that could erase magical constructs, even those enhanced by the Ten Thousand Talisman Banner.
All across the dueling ground, Fire Crows were snuffed out one by one, each taking a droplet with them. Both sides were consumed in mutual destruction.
The air reeked so foul it could induce vomiting. It was vile. It was terrifying.
This grotesque duel dragged on for a long while. If not for the sheer number of talismans Yi Tianxing had stored, he might have been overwhelmed by the Nightsoil Rain. Even so, thousands of talismans had been burned through.
"How can this be? You actually brought this many talismans? This is outrageous! You're carrying around more firepower than a damn armory!"
The Skeleton General stowed his chamber pot away, eyes wide with disbelief. Despite unleashing his full power, he'd failed to breach the defenses or force Yi Tianxing out of his spot.
"You dared dump nightsoil on me."
Yi Tianxing narrowed his eyes, his icy gaze locking onto the Skeleton General.
That gaze chilled the general to his core—he felt as if he stood in a frozen wasteland, his bones about to shatter from the cold.
"Using nightsoil like this… it's a whole new level of low. You're truly despicable."
"If I were in there, I'd never recover. Just thinking about the smell would give me nightmares. He's shameless, but somehow still invincible…"
Even the undead and humans were stunned by the Skeleton General's antics. No one could believe what they'd witnessed.
"You've used your three moves and failed to push me from this one-zhang space. Now… it's my turn."
Yi Tianxing's voice was frigid, filled with seething anger.
Being drenched in nightsoil—even a Buddha would rage. This was beyond tolerance.
"I SURRENDER!!"
The Skeleton General shouted instantly, without the slightest hesitation.
Yi Tianxing's rising fury struck empty air—like a punch into cotton. He had nowhere to vent it, and it threatened to turn inward and cause internal injury.
"Coward. Utter disgrace."
"Even the surrender is shameless. What happened to dignity? This… this is a rare breed of garbage."
Everyone was dumbfounded. Just when they were waiting for Yi Tianxing's righteous counterattack—this farce of a surrender stole their satisfaction.
Still, the dueling platform did not hesitate. The moment victory was determined, Yi Tianxing felt a stream of fate energy flow into him. His luck surged once more—gained freely from this match.
A flash of light—All contestants were teleported from the platform back to the ground.
"Five matches, three wins. This duel is over. Great Priest, you've lost."
Feng Xianlin addressed the priest calmly.
According to the agreed rules, the undead army could not take General Valley for a set time. Breaking that rule would invoke heavenly punishment.
"Very well. You've won the duel. According to our pact, I will not set foot in General Valley," the Great Priest said coldly.
"Then please withdraw your undead forces," Feng Xianlin responded.
"Withdraw? Who said anything about withdrawing?" the priest replied, his tone full of implication.
"You intend to break the pact?" Feng Xianlin's face darkened.
"Not at all. I agreed not to take General Valley. But I said nothing about the rest of this oasis. General Valley is off-limits. The rest… is still mine."