Bang!
A thunderous boom.
The Devil God's Fist trembled abruptly and then was penetrated by a force, shattering into pieces.
Yang Ji took advantage of the situation and flew above the gigantic head of the Demon God. He unleashed the World Fist again.
Bang!
The Demon God's head exploded, disintegrating in an instant, and thousands of Fiendish Demons scread miserably, their consciousness obliterated on the spot, turning into pure malevolent energy.
"Let's keep moving!" Yang Ji flicked his sleeve and said to the others with a turn of his body.
Roar!
The group advanced deeper, and suddenly, within the malevolent energy ahead, another large swarm of Fiendish Demons appeared, numbering in the tens of thousands, flying around in the void as though they were attacking sothing.
Yang Ji looked up and saw that among the group of Fiendish Demons, ten geniuses had ford a sword formation, contending against the onslaught of the Fiendish Demons.
Leading them was a young man with a handso face, a determined gaze, and an abundant aura of divinity, exuding an invincible bearing in his every move.
He had a white sword spinning above his head, radiating Sword Qi like a blooming flower, dispersing into an umbrella of swords to protect everyone closely.
With a black sword in his hand, he slashed out incomparable Sword Qi, tearing apart the approaching Fiendish Demons.
Around them, apart from the countless weaker Fiendish Demons, there were three huge Fiendish Demons furiously battering their sword formation.
These three Fiendish Demons, ford from the fusion of nurous powerful Fiendish Demons, possessed terrifying strength, each comparable to an Immortal Ranking Genius, and every strike they launched could unleash sevenfold combat power.
Roar!
The three gigantic Fiendish Demons transford into ancient Demonic Beasts, emitting sharp, piercing cries, continuously morphing into massive palms that bombarded the sword formation.
With every bombardnt, the ten individuals trembled intensely, their complexions turning paler.
Even with the support of the sword formation, they still seed to struggle greatly.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Suddenly, from within the three gigantic Fiendish Demons, nurous voices filled with ferocity roared out, and countless Fiendish Demons began to howl.
The next mont, to the despair of the ten, the three gigantic Fiendish Demons collided with each other and rged into an even more colossal Fiendish Demon.
Upon formation, it emitted an overwhelming, terrifying aura that swept in all directions and dominated both heaven and earth.
The terrifying power concentrated, and the space around it began to twist slightly.
"Senior Brother, this is bad!" The disciples' expressions changed drastically.
"Everyone, hold on, they absolutely cannot rge for long!" The leading young man let out a low roar, and the white sword above his head erupted with dazzling brilliance, transforming into a white fish, while the black sword in his hand turned its Sword Qi into a waterfall, forming a black fish. The two fishes collided and ford a Taichi pattern filled with Daoist essence above everyone's heads.
Yang Ji and the others who had just arrived witnessed this scene.
"Is that the Wuji Sword? Isn't the thod to forge it only found in the 'Wuji Immortal Scripture'?" Yang Ji imdiately felt envious. Not of the Wuji Sword, since he had sothing better—the thod to forge the Supre World-Stabilizing Treasure, the "Wings of Ti-Space."
What made him envious was how this young man could possess a Wuji Sword?
It was evident that the Wuji Sword was this young man's Lifebound Magic Treasure, which ant it was personally forged by him, indicating that this young man definitely knew the thod to forge a Wuji Sword.
"Could he have seen the Wuji Immortal Scripture?" Yang Ji complained, truly feeling sour.
Infinity gives birth to Taichi, Taichi to the Two Instrunts, the Two Instrunts to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols to the Eight Trigrams.
It was rumored that the Wuji Immortal Scripture was extrely profound, passed down by the Wuji Immortal King during his travels to the Lower Realm.
Within it were the mysteries of all things, not only divination thods but also powerful Immortal Techniques, Cultivation Techniques, and even the thods for forging Immortal King Artifacts like the Wuji Sword.
If one could glance at it even once, it would truly be of endless benefit.
"To clash with the destiny of a Heavenly Demon? Not giving cultivation resources? Screw it, I quit! I don't care anymore; if others can look, I can too, if others have it, I want it too. Once I beco a True Disciple and return, I will see it, and if they won't let , I'll leave the Sect!" Yang Ji muttered bitterly in his heart, as if he had eaten a lemon.
The small rewards from the Sect were nothing compared to what the Demon Consort had given.
He decided to throw in the towel. Turning his head, he asked Li Yinxue, "What's the background of Brother Gu before us? What's his story?"
"Brother Gu's grandfather is one of the pillars of our Sect, a powerful Nine Tribulations Immortal," Li Yinxue said.
"Pfft!" Upon hearing that, Yang Ji felt a surge of frustration and spat out a mouthful of blood, envy filled his heart—having connections was really sothing else; not even a True Disciple, and yet he was allowed to view the Wuji Immortal Scripture.
"Wow, brother, look what happened to them!" Shang Guanwu suddenly exclaid.
Roar!
They saw that the colossal Fiendish Demon transford its hand and struck down fiercely.
Bang!
The Taichi symbol imdiately exploded with a loud boom, as the black and white sword energies shot out, their power seeping in.
Spurt!
The leading Brother Gu's face turned instantly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, emitting a violent, beast-like howl.
The rest of the disciples also scread in agony, nearly blasted to smithereens.
"Brother!" Li Yinxue turned to Yang Ji.
"Yang Ji!" Yan Zhan also looked at him.
Yang Ji's expression of sourness vanished, and he exploded off the ground, becoming a streak of light soaring into the sky, with Evil Qi swirling around him. In an imposing manner capable of pulling back from the brink of disaster, he materialized a large grey hand. Just as the Fiendish Demon was about to strike again, he firmly clamped down on its skull.
With a grasp of his five fingers, the imnse force condensed.
Bang!
The Fiendish Demon's head exploded on cue, its massive body instantly disintegrated, and nurous rged Fiendish Demons scattered, screaming as they dissipated.
Yang Ji pressed his large hand fiercely towards the sky, sending out a powerful blast of energy and creating a wild torrent of airflow that killed off those Fiendish Demons.
In the blink of an eye, within five miles, not a single Fiendish Demon remained.
"My heavens, who is this person? He killed the Fiendish Demon, which could have unleashed nine tis its combat power, with one move?" Gu Xinghua watched Yang Ji, descending like a Devil God, his heart wildly shaking, nearly dropping his eyeballs in shock, "This person is wearing our Sect's robe, who is he?"
Whoosh!
A streak of light approached, and a faint voice also reached everyone's ears.
"This junior brother... senior brother, brother, who are you?" Gu Xinghua was sowhat flustered and, after a long pause, released a confused mix of titles; neither "junior brother" nor "senior brother" seed correct, ending up with "brother."
As an Immortal Ranking Genius, his words were unprecedentedly polite, feeling a pressure in the presence of great strength.
(A lot was revised in this chapter, I originally wanted to add so stories of other clans to make the True Disciple assessnt richer, but it ended up being too bloated, so I deleted them.)
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