"Who are you?" Mo Tao looked at the man holding the black sword before him, his eyes squinting like a venomous snake's, filled with a dangerous aura.
"Who am I? The one who will kill you." Yang Ji chuckled lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he released the powerful aura of a Demon King at his peak.
"Oh?" Mo Tao's face changed, and he suddenly smiled, "Interesting!"
The minor characters and small fries of before had, in the blink of an eye, transford into major players, which greatly piqued his interest.
"Die." Yang Ji suddenly made his move, as swift and fierce as a thunderbolt, unleashing the Nine Nether Claw. He grabbed Mo Tao's body from the air, crushed it with a fierce claw, instantly pulverizing it.
"Mo Tao is dead?" The several Demon Kings behind, finding themselves unexpectedly saved, cried out in surprise.
Yang Ji, however, paid them no heed and instead turned to look to his left. As expected, there a cloud of Demonic Qi condensed once again, taking the shape of Mo Tao.
"A perfect Nine Nether Claw? I must say, you've got so skill," Mo Tao's gaze was sharp and profound as he watched Yang Ji with a faint smile, the chill in his eyes tinged with appreciation.
Swipe!
He didn't waste words, his body moved, a series of black phantoms appeared, and one finger shot towards Yang Ji's brow, seemingly intent on a one-strike kill to completely obliterate Yang Ji's Demon Soul.
"A myriad of illusions, absolute confinent, die!"
The mont the word "die" was spoken, Yang Ji felt an imnse pressure, as if the sky itself had fallen, the endless space around him collapsing rapidly, restricting his movents and trapping him in midair, immobilized.
Mo Tao's black finger was like a drill, his killing intent fierce and decisive, with certain death imminent.
"Spatial confinent?" Yang Ji's brow furrowed slightly. With the deadly finger approaching, he imdiately felt as though he had nowhere to escape, as if he was trapped in a black hole, unable to move.
"His true body is a True Transmission Talent, a Demon Monarch with a forming world within him. Even though this is just a temporary Demonic Clone condensed from his own Demonic Qi, he can still use so of the power of the Inner World to restrict and suppress you.
In the face of absolute realm strength, it is very difficult to kill beyond one's level, especially since this little demon whelp is also a genius," the Immortal Elder said.
"Pity he's up against . Thinking a re Demonic Clone can suppress is laughable," Yang Ji suddenly looked up, his body covered in runes that erupted with an invincible Asura aura, "Asura Finger, pierce through everything!"
Hei Sha was indeed a young talent, having mastered the Nine Nether Claw, Asura Finger, and Earth Start Shifting Technique, as well as the Soul Grinding Palm he had prepared to ambush him with previously.
In order not to reveal his identity, and to match Hei Sha's persona, Yang Ji could only use the Nine Nether Claw, Asura Finger, and Earth Start Shifting Technique, but that was already plenty.
Boom!
Black runes flickered around Yang Ji, his finger like a spear, carrying with it the invincible power of Asura, instantly shattering Mo Tao's world confinent.
Upon contact, Mo Tao's finger quickly disintegrated, blood and bone exploding, reforming into Demonic Qi.
"Another perfect Divine Power?" Mo Tao's expression changed slightly, and as he once again condensed his form, Yang Ji was already on him again.
Boom!
One finger shone brilliantly, heavy as if a heavenly pillar were pressing down, and Mo Tao felt endless oppression as he was instantly sent flying.
"Even a re Demonic Clone dares to be arrogant. Even if you ca as a clone condensed with the Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth, you'd still be suppressed by !" Yang Ji said disdainfully.
"Look at my Withering and Flourishing Palm!" Mo Tao was not angered, his eyes flashed, and between his open hands, a grey mist burst forth.
This grey mist condensed into a grey palm imprint, where everything in its path seed to wither, vitality withered, energy withered, forms withered; all was about to be obliterated.
"That's the Withering and Flourishing Extinction. He wants to wither away your life force," the Immortal Elder said.
"Withering and Flourishing Palm? It is said this palm technique is derived from the Grand Dao of Withering and Flourishing. Although it's only a Great Divine Power, its attack power is comparable to that of Supre Divine Powers," Yang Ji was not alard but delighted, imdiately moving to grab Mo Tao's clone, intending to force out Divine Powers like he had with Tian Xie.
"Nine Nether Claw, Asura Finger!" Both perfect Divine Powers were unleashed in a roar.
Then, he rushed forward along with the two Divine Powers, charging at Mo Tao with brute force.
"Seeking death!" Mo Tao sneered coldly, and as the Nine Nether Claw and Asura Finger touch the grey fog palm imprint, they began to collapse and disintegrate like wax eting fire, their energy dispersing.
"This Withering and Flourishing Palm is strong. The Dao of Withering and Flourishing, truly formidable among The Three Thousand Grand Daos. The Divine Power created from it is indeed extraordinary," Yang Ji was inwardly amazed but showed no sign of panic.
Just as the massive Withering and Flourishing Palm imprint was about to hit his face, he fiercely perford a technique, and suddenly, there was a shift of heaven and earth, he instantly switched places with Mo Tao, and a palm that brought obliteration was now aid at himself.
"Earth Start Shifting Technique, yet another perfect Great Divine Power, who are you!" Amidst his surprise, Mo Tao faced his own palm imprint with composure, pinched a technique with one hand, neutralizing the Withering and Flourishing Palm before turning his attention back to Yang Ji.
With three consecutive perfect Great Divine Powers, such strength, such a young age, he already possessed the talent of a Quasi True Successor. If he also possessed great fortune and obtained one or two Supre Divine Powers, he could potentially achieve True Transmission. Now facing Yang Ji, Mo Tao truly took him seriously for the first ti.
The opponent fought with ease, appearing unfathomably profound, with no telling what other Divine Powers he might have mastered.
In response to Mo Tao's question, Yang Ji smiled faintly, "A re na isn't worth ntioning. Your Withering and Flourishing Palm is terrific; I've witnessed it. Now, I'd like to see so of your other Divine Powers."
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