"Good!" Yang Ji suddenly nodded in agreent.
"Good! Indeed, those who understand the tis are impressive. Kneel down before , that I may plant a restriction within you!" Shen Tuba was slightly surprised in his heart, yet a cold smile crept across his chilling face.
"You're quite sensible, knowing that you're faced with certain death and pragmatic enough to grovel for survival. Quite the character! I had intended to crush you, but since you're being so cooperative, I'll spare your life," Shen Tujun said with a sinister smile.
"No, you've misunderstood . My 'good' was to say that your proposition was nice, if you would kindly kneel down before , letting place my restriction on you, I could ensure that you would remain unhard through even the Great Tribulation of the Heavenly Demons," Yang Ji retorted with his head raised.
"Courting death!" Shen Tuba's expression darkened upon realizing Yang Ji was mocking him. A thick murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His body tremored, and he rcilessly slashed with his blade.
The slash was like a silvery Milky Way falling from the sky, its montum unstoppable. In an instant, it descended upon Yang Ji's head, cleaving downwards.
This "Shentu Blade" was a "mid-grade Immortal Artifact," containing countless Immortal Dao Principles within, rivaling a Heavenly Immortal.
Now being wielded by a True Immortal at their peak, its power was infinite.
With one slash, the sun and moon went dark, the stars dimd, all brilliance gathered upon the blade, and the knife's aura, brimming with sharpness, shone with ten thousand feet of Immortal Light.
Yang Ji had previously experienced the might of this blade and dared not take it lightly.
At this mont, he summoned all his magical treasures, revealing all his foundations.
The Ti Tower materialized in the palm of his hand, and Ti Imprisonnt was cast.
An Inner World condensed with endless World Force took the form of a Longsword; Yang Ji, empowering it with top-notch Immortal Techniques and Wuji Sword Technique, struck back fiercely.
"Imprisonnt? Nothing can imprison my blade, Shentu Cut!" Shen Tuba felt a slight resistance, and instantly altered his blade technique, unleashing a mighty Immortal Technique from a mid-grade Immortal Artifact, its power unmatched, breaking through the Ti Imprisonnt and even shaking off the Flying Sword Yang Ji had condensed from his Inner World.
If it hadn't been for the Immortal Peach Tree's presence in his Inner World, solidifying it over the years, a single slash like that could have shattered his entire Inner World.
Yang Ji activated the Wings of Ti-Space, retreating continuously, his expression solemn.
"As I thought, the leaders of every supre power are no easy foes, their foundations are too strong. Just this mid-grade Immortal Artifact 'Shentu Blade' is a lot for to handle," he thought to himself.
"Damn it, if only I had absorbed all the Power of Ti, becoming an Immortal Artifact, how could he have broken my imprisonnt?" Bai Ziqi cursed in annoyance.
"I am at the peak of True Immortal, wielding the Shentu Blade, having mastered the Supre Blade Technique with absolute domain, absolute strength, I will suppress you! No matter how monstrous you are, you shall die today." Shen Tuba pointed his blade diagonally at the sky, standing even taller, the sword's qi sung out long, the Immortal aura grew more intense, a sword in hand, he could slay gods and demons alike.
Yang Ji's set of moves, Ti Tower coupled with Inner World, would normally be enough to kill the vast majority of Red Dust Immortals, yet Shen Tuba easily unraveled it, proving his formidable strength.
Yang Ji grew more composed, more calm.
Realizing that he was facing the most powerful enemy in his history, he knew that if he didn't use a dozen or so Great Dao Principles, he might truly be unable to defeat him.
But he wasn't Luo Xiong, he wasn't Luo Ji, at this mont his identity was that of Yang Ji. If he were to use a dozen or so Great Dao Principles, he would have to ensure that Shen Tuba was captured, for if he escaped, it would cause no end of trouble.
Although he could flee using the Wings of Ti-Space, he feared that it would bring great trouble to the Zhuge Clan, Wuji Dao Sect.
Once more, Yang Ji raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly turning fierce.
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