My Informative Cultivation Life

Black Battle launched a peerless counterattack, attempting to turn the tide and kill Yang Ji in one fell swoop.

"It's useless!" Yang Ji didn't care about any of Black Battle's counterattacks. With a slight movement, the Dao Principles vibrated out, shattering the Heavenly Halberd of Death. He flipped his hand and released a Frenzied Fury palm strike, causing the heavens to shake and the earth to split.

Clatter!

Any counterattack from Black Battle was dissipated into smoke and scattered, turning into a real pancake under Yang Ji's unmatched palm strike.

It hovered in the air like a lump of mush, constantly writhing, and emitting sharp noises.

"You've destroyed my lifeforce and even shattered part of my Immortal Dao Principles—how is this possible? I am a Demon Lord, the peak existence in the Lower Realm. What Immortal Technique did you use to cause such Great Destruction to me?" Black Battle roared in disbelief.

"You'll get your answer when you're dead!" Yang Ji said as he reached out with a big hand, swooping down, and employed Palm Taichi to seal Black Battle.

Then, with a clench of his five fingers, Primordial Annihilation was unleashed once again.

Ah!

Black Battle, alongside the forty-nine Demon Lords that had enhanced him, let out a final piercing scream, truly scattering to the winds and meeting untimely deaths. Fifty Demon Lords were slaughtered by Yang Ji, vanishing from the world and turning into the Origin of Demonic Qi.

"Ah! The Demon Lord... is dead?"

A chorus of Heavenly Demons screamed.

"Run for it!"

"It can't be, how can the Demon Lord die? This must be an illusion!"

The group of Heavenly Demons, terrified out of their wits, sought to flee immediately and scatter in all directions.

"Trying to leave?" Yang Ji displayed the Palm Taichi, sealing the air above, and those fleeing Heavenly Demons were also caught by the powerful grasp of the big hand, falling into Yang Ji's palm, where a gentle squeeze caused them all to scream in agony.

Each scream was a note of death, signaling the demise of a Heavenly Demon, transforming into the Origin of Demonic Qi.

It didn't take more than fifty breaths.

The Grand Army of the Heavenly Demons led by Black Battle was utterly annihilated, leaving no one behind.

The Heavenly Demons had arrived with overwhelming ferocity and viciousness.

But now, having been easily crushed by Yang Ji, all dead, how shocking was that?

"Yang Ji, you…" The old ancestor of the Immortal Sword Sect flew out of the Formation, his face still unable to hide the shock, for a moment not knowing how to start.

"The Heavenly Demons are ferociously encroaching, with as many as a hundred thousand Demon Lords. We must unite to have a sliver of survival." Yang Ji spoke out.

"Yang Ji, what do you plan to do? We'll listen to you," a few Red Dust Immortals from the Immortal Sword Sect exchanged glances and said to Yang Ji.

"We move now. Let's set out immediately to rescue other Sects and consolidate our strength to confront the Heavenly Demons," Yang Ji said.

"Agreed!" the people of the Immortal Sword Sect nodded. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"We can't delay. Let's go!" Everyone soared into the sky, heading toward the nearest Xianyi Sect.

Along the way, they encountered many Heavenly Demons, without exception, all of whom were sealed by Yang Ji one by one.

As they were flying, the group suddenly furrowed their brows and looked down below.

There was a fierce battle going on below.

"The force fighting below is concealed within a secret small world and must be a Hidden World Family. It seems that they lack a Red Dust Immortal in their lineage and have now been found by outsiders and are being robbed," the old ancestor of the Immortal Sword Sect said, frowning.

"Shall we go down and help them out, those scoundrels taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"

"Hmm?" As Yang Ji was calculating, his finger suddenly paused, a spark of insight flashing in his eyes, and he turned to the group, "With the ferocity of the Heavenly Demons this time, any delay here could spell disaster for the Dao Sects elsewhere. You go ahead and support them. I'll take care of these people below."

"Okay! Brother, make it quick," Wang Tianli exchanged a glance with Hao Yun, nodded, and then flew with the people of the Immortal Sword Sect toward Xianyi Sect.

With Wang Tianli and Hao Yun overseeing their journey, they should encounter no great difficulties.

"Yang Ji, did you calculate something?" Rail Wooden Box asked curiously.

"Curse of Hastened Death, below there's a Curse of Hastened Death." Yang Ji's eyes flickered with sharp light, and he immediately flew down.

Below, two Red Dust Immortals from other worlds were struggling over a brocade box.

Yang Ji dived down, catching them unawares, and snatched it into his hands.

"Who's there?"

A sudden interruption, the two below were filled with frenzied fury.

"Sect Master, it's them, Ancestor Lieyan of the World of Fierce Flames and Man Xiong from the Savage World! They are both leaders of their clans, leading enough Red Dust Immortals over here this time." The two elders recognized them.

"Indeed very strong, each enhancing themselves with forty-nine Red Dust Immortals, no wonder they dare to rob blatantly in the Taichu World." Yang Ji collected the brocade box calmly, glancing over the two, discerning their strength.

"You're seeking death, hand over the brocade box!"

Yang Ji's eyebrows slightly furrowed, just about to say something, when Ancestor Lieyan made a swift move towards him.

With a single-handed gesture, eerie green runes appeared on his forehead, and immediately, his body's flame light surged magnificently.

A wave of searing heat spread out, warping the surrounding void with faint green ripples.

"Lifebound Fierce Flame?" Yang Ji looked up, his eyes narrowing, and he nodded slightly, standing firm and unmoving.

He seemed utterly indifferent to the astounding pressure unleashed by Ancestor Lieyan.

In mid-air, Ancestor Lieyan's ten fingers flicked rapidly, thunder cracked, and the surrounding flames rolled and coalesced into a green fiery giant serpent.

The serpent was three thousand zhang long, covered with huge green scales, wrapped in strands of flames. On its head grew two coral-like horns, and its eyes seemed to burn with fierce flames, looking terrifyingly vicious.

Seeing this, Man Xiong swiftly moved to the side, his gaze on Yang Ji filled with a chilling intent.

He knew clearly that Ancestor Lieyan's secret technique was unlike any ordinary fire condensation beastcraft. The serpent contained the flame of life within, capable of melting Immortal Artifacts with a breath of fierce flames. He didn't believe that Yang Ji could withstand a single strike from this fiery serpent.

Quick as a flash, the giant serpent lowered its head, immediately spewing forth a surging flame that engulfed the air towards Yang Ji.

Before the flames even reached Yang Ji, an oppressive wall of searing heat bore down.

Yang Ji's gaze remained steady as he lifted his hand, unleashing a Sword Qi. The clear ringing of a sword reverberated as the Wuji Sword's shadow flashed, spreading out like a fan. Instantly, a fierce Sword Intent emerged.

The next moment, amid a humming sound, the shadow converged into a thousand-zhang-long Sword Light which shot out like a ripping lash.

The approaching flames trembled, and were dissipated by a single sweep of the Wuji Sword Qi.

In an instant, the Sword Qi lash slashed across the serpent's head.

A fierce look flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, as his ten fingers danced in rapid succession, quietly releasing Sword Fingers.

Within the serpent, a muffled sound echoed, and the giant fiery serpent was cleaved apart by the Sword Light, bursting into fragments of flames.

From Ancestor Lieyan's attack to the destruction of the fiery serpent, it all happened in the blink of an eye, leaving Man Xiong standing in the distance utterly dumbfounded, hardly believing his own eyes.

"How is this possible? The Immortal Technique, Wuji Sword Technique? How can its power be so great?" Ancestor Lieyan was astonished, but he quickly recovered, stirring with one hand, the scattered green flames gathered again, forming a cloud of fire.

Yang Ji snorted coldly. The Wuji Sword Technique might not be well-known, but in reality, it was a method created by the Wuji Immortal King, a top-tier Immortal Technique, invincible among the same rank.

Yang Ji pointed a single hand towards the void, the Sword Rainbow's momentum undiminished, rolling upwards into the cloud of fire, spinning wildly, and instantly bursting with dense Wuji Sword Qis.

The sky of fire clouds was torn apart by the swirling Sword Qi, and then with a thunderous rumble, it completely exploded.

The next moment, a red figure staggered, tumbling out from the shattered cloud like a rag doll.

The red figure was none other than Ancestor Lieyan.

He looked at Yang Ji, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I intended to capture you easily, sparing you since you stole treasures without injuring others. I'll let you off this time."

These light words from Yang Ji made Ancestor Lieyan's face turn red with rage, his inner energy stuck and unable to rise, causing him to cough up blood in fury.

"Trash!" Just then, Yang Ji suddenly felt a gust of wind by his side. It was the watchful Man Xiong who, seeing Ancestor Lieyan's failure, cursed and charged over without another word.