Immortals of the End Times

"boom!!"

The moment the third Yin Bead collapsed, the immense Yin energy, mixed with the power of the three Yin Marrows, poured into the meridians like the Styx River bursting its banks.

Zhao Wuji's pores spewed out a chilling aura, and his flesh and blood burst forth with a strange vitality in the extreme yin energy, with every inch of his muscles and bones frantically reorganizing.

The bones gleamed with a dark golden luster, and their density increased by 30%.

The blood flowing through his veins produced a sound like thunder and lightning, and his heartbeat roared like a war drum, causing the surrounding cliffs to tremble.

"Kakakaka!!"

The dragon scale patterns on the surface of the Blood Fiend Golden Core inside Zhao Wuji's body shattered inch by inch, only to be reassembled under the wash of Yin energy.

The phantoms of the dragon and the evil pig roared to the sky, their true forms doubling in size, and even the true form of a red-eyed lion demon reappeared, roaring wildly to the sky.

The Blood Fiend Golden Pill expanded in size as a result.

The cinnabar fire turned from red to gold, shining brightly like the rising sun!

"Mid-stage Golden Core Formation, broken!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low roar, and the remaining medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill was completely extracted.

Blood-fiend spiritual power surged like magma, opening up three hidden meridians in the newly formed meridians, and the cultivation of the Martial Immortal Path finally broke through the shackles.

The numerical values ​​on the surface of the Yin-Yang Pearl fluctuated wildly: "Martial Immortal Cultivation: Mid-stage Golden Core True Form (1/60000)"

"The third Yin Pearl is now complete. The Yin Pearl steals lifespan, and the lifespan extended by stealing lifespan has increased by one hundred, now it is seven hundred years!"

Zhao Wuji focused his mind and looked inward, feeling that every inch of his flesh and blood was radiating amazing vitality.

Blood surged like a mighty river, and a jade-like luster burst forth from the depths of the bone marrow. The internal organs, nourished by longevity, faintly glowed with a pale golden light.

The spiritual energy flowing through the meridians is full of vitality, and each cycle adds more vitality to the physical body.

He clenched his fist gently, feeling the life force surging beneath his skin almost bursting out of his body.

Her hair moved without wind, each strand gleaming with a glossy black sheen, and even her nails became as clear and lustrous as jade.

Most remarkably, deep within the soul, the once illusory sea of ​​consciousness now solidifies like crystal, and the power of the divine consciousness becomes increasingly resilient and enduring under the nourishment of lifespan.

However, it can still be observed that deep within every inch of flesh and blood, there are entangled threads of karma and karmic entanglement, which are the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao that the Yin Pearl has tainted.

"Considering the approximately five hundred years of lifespan that Golden Core cultivators naturally possess, my total lifespan should now be twelve hundred years."

Zhao Wuji secretly calculated this astonishing number, which was already close to the lifespan of an ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarch.

He suddenly remembered those Nascent Soul cultivators struggling to exhaust their lifespans.

The disheveled state of Xinghe Daoren as he burned his lifespan to resist the calamity of the end times, and Huang Chang's unwavering pursuit of a glimmer of hope despite his advanced age.

"With this foundation, I can calmly deal with even the most dangerous and desperate situations."

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

He thought of those forbidden spells and incantations that shortened lifespan, and the difficulty of rebuilding a body after it was destroyed by sacrificing life potential and shortening lifespan.

This lifespan of 1,200 years, combined with the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls, is like an inexhaustible spiritual spring, allowing him to go further and more steadily on the path of cultivation.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a tremor in his soul.

The double pupils appeared spontaneously, piercing through the barrier of the celestial realm and vaguely foreseeing a scene that filled with dread.

"Has it attracted the Heavenly Dao again?"

In the depths of the chaos of the ninth heaven, a slit that seemed to stretch across the heavens and earth was faintly opening from the murky yellow clouds...

"boom!"

As if staring directly at death, with just one glance, Zhao Wuji was shaken to his core, and his mind went completely blank.

Terrifying, vast, and mysterious.

"Crack!"

The void shattered like a mirror.

The turbid yellow aura flowing from the slits of his eyes suddenly solidified, like countless ferocious giant pythons, winding down along the newly formed causal lines in his flesh and blood.

It seemed as if it wanted to tear open the barrier between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

The space around the pot trembled violently, and a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, shook the earth.

The spiritual plants in the distant spiritual fields shook violently, the spiritual spring water surged with waves over ten feet high, and the wind chimes hanging from the eaves of the pavilion trembled wildly, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

"What's going on? Is it thundering?"

Not far away, within the array, Xinghe Daoist exclaimed in alarm, feeling a terrifying sense of dread. His body, which had recently been possessed, began to tremble uncontrollably.

The golden core that had just stabilized within the Purple Mansion dimmed under this pressure, giving rise to a tremor from the depths of the soul.

It reminded him of the fear he felt when he faced the Heavenly Tribulation as he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"This, this is."

The old Taoist's voice trembled, and his withered fingers gripped his clothes tightly.

Such terrifying pressure made it seem as if the entire world was about to collapse.

"Could this be divine retribution? What is Fellow Daoist Tiannan up to? Is he about to reach the Nascent Soul stage so soon?"

Meanwhile, inside the valley separated by the array.

Startled by the thunder, Xiaoyue screamed, the jade hoe in her hand clattered to the ground, and she staggered back two steps, her face as white as paper.

The ribbon binding her hair was blown away by an invisible gust of air, and her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders.

"Sister Yue!"

The girl who was brewing wine nearby was so frightened that she knocked over the wine jar.

The amber-colored liquor spilled all over the ground, and its rich aroma instantly filled the air.

Ignoring her own heartache, she immediately rushed to Xiaoyue's side, her little hands gripping Xiaoyue's sleeve tightly.

"Why did it suddenly get dark?" Little Ya looked up at the suddenly gloomy sky.

Her big, round eyes were filled with terror, and her long eyelashes trembled incessantly.

The two children clung tightly to each other, their small bodies trembling.

They could clearly sense a suffocating, terrifying atmosphere spreading through the valley.

Like a cub being targeted by some ancient ferocious beast, even its bones are chilled.

"Is...is the master practicing some powerful magic?"

Xiaoyue tried to remain calm, but her voice was barely audible.

She subconsciously looked towards the direction where Zhao Wuji was in seclusion, surrounded by an array behind the distant valley.

But the sky there had turned a strange, murky yellow.

The little girl suddenly widened her eyes, pointed to the sky, and stammered, "Sister Yue, look! What's that?"

In the distance, the starlight in the sky appeared to be covered and shrouded in murky yellow clouds.

The starlight became blurry, as if covered by a layer of frosted glass.

A terrifying rift stretching across the sky was faintly visible in the clouds.

The crack resembled the slit of a giant eye, trembling slightly, as if it might open completely at any moment.

A mere glimpse was enough to plunge the two children into an icy abyss, their blood freezing over.

"Don't look!"

Xiaoyue suddenly covered Xiaoya's eyes, but she herself couldn't help but chatter.

"My lord... my lord will definitely protect us," Xiaoyue murmured to herself, though she herself wasn't entirely sure.

She hugged Xiaoya tightly, completely forgetting that Xiaoya's cultivation level was now one level higher than hers, having reached the eighth level of Qi Induction.

Two small figures trembled in the increasingly violent shaking, like two fallen leaves in a storm.

"The Heavenly Dao's attention drawn this time by the Yin Pearl's theft of lifespan seems somewhat different!"

Zhao Wuji felt heavy-hearted. His newly formed dark gold bones hummed, and the turbid threads of tribulation mixed in with his flesh and blood twisted like living things, resonating with the Heavenly Dao's One Eye.

"Kakakaka!!"

The void within the barrier of the Pot Heaven was cracked and distorted inch by inch, like a mirror.

The fragments of the shattered, yellowish chains solidified within the Pot Heaven space, coiling around like venomous snakes.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if every inch of his skin was soaked in ice that had been frozen for millennia, with the turbid energy of calamity surging wildly in his meridians.

"Yang Pearl, refine it!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness exploded like the sun, with brilliant golden light shooting out from his seven orifices.

The dark gold patterns on his body lit up one by one, fiercely clashing with the turbid threads of calamity, sparking dazzling sparks.

The newly formed Blood Fiend Golden Core spun furiously in the dantian, and the true and illusory forms of the Flood Dragon, the Fiend Pig, and the Lion Demon roared to the sky.

"boom!"

A muffled thunderous explosion echoed from the heavens above the Pot Heaven Space.

From the slits in that chaotic eye, a tiny, dark vortex suddenly appeared.

Within the murky yellow mist, the outline of the mangled giant face emerged, and its scarred, closed left eye suddenly trembled, tearing open a hair-thin slit!
"not good!"

Zhao Wuji was terrified.

It felt as if, in the instant that hair-thin gap was created, a faint gaze pierced through the barrier of the heavens.

He seemed to see countless dynasties collapse and vanish in his pupils, and heard the mournful cries of billions of lives echoing in his ears.

"Yin and Yang in harmony, slay!"

Zhao Wuji made a decisive move, mixing the solar energy of the Yang Pearl with the yin energy of the Yin Pearl, transforming it into a black and white interwoven yin-yang sword intent, which condensed in the void into a Taiji millstone that blotted out the sky!

As the millstone spun, the yin and yang energies shattered the void, standing fiercely before that drooping, turbid yellow gaze.

For the first time, the three golden cores within his body trembled in unison, bursting forth with three colors of cinnabar fire: blue, gold, and red.

Like three raging dragons intertwining to form a Three Powers Formation. The primordial power of the Yin-Yang Pearl, enveloped by the Dan Fire, merges with the illusory image of the Tai Chi Sword Intent, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that cleaves through the heavens!
This momentum even has some resemblance to the unparalleled sword intent of Zhang Sanfeng's legendary swordsmanship that cleaved through the heavens!
"Tsk!"

The barriers of the Pot Heaven space trembled violently.

The moment the three-colored elixir fire and the yin-yang tai chi millstone collided with the turbid yellow gaze, they erupted with an intensely dazzling light.

The Yin-Yang Pearl spun wildly in the sea of ​​consciousness, swallowing all the remaining turbid energy of calamity into the blood-red sword.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji trembled, and the three golden cores within his body dimmed simultaneously, causing the Yin-Yang Tai Chi millstone to collapse.

That gaze still descended like the sky collapsing, as if it came with divine retribution and a mission, to take away this person entangled in karma.

Zhao Wuji immediately felt his blood freeze, and his soul felt as if it had fallen into the cold abyss of the underworld.

"Xiang Yu!!"

Zhao Wuji let out a long howl.

Inside the Western Chu Imperial Palace atop the Spirit Mountain in the Hutian Space, Xiang Yu's true head let out a deafening roar and suddenly flew out.

It loomed over Zhao Wuji's head, blocking the gaze of the Heavenly Dao that was watching him.

The head was suspended in mid-air, its black hair fluttering like banners.

That domineering aura seemed to crush even the gaze of the heavens into dust.

Although the former overlord has fallen, his fierce power remains. Now, he borrows Zhao Wuji's body to fight against the Nine Heavens once again!

In an instant, blood-red waves surged in all directions, and the void was torn open with spiderweb-like cracks by the domineering and ferocious power.

"Roar!!!"

Xiang Yu's true head roared like thunder, the sound waves transforming into tangible blood-red ripples that swept across the eight directions.

Suddenly, he opened his scarlet double pupils, his black hair dancing wildly like ten thousand evil dragons, each strand entwined with the murderous aura of shattered mountains and rivers.

His double pupils resembled two blood moons in the sky, illuminating all directions in crimson, as if he had traveled through time and space to recreate the image of the Western Chu overlord who could see through the nine heavens with a single glance.

Zhao Wuji used hand seals to unleash the head-regeneration technique to its fullest extent.

The golden patterns, like intertwined chains, mingled with the malevolent aura of the true leader, forming a blood-red sky.

He gained a new understanding of the power of "Double Pupils Burning the Heavens" and unleashed it with the help of the double pupils of Xiang Yu's true head.

Instantly, the blood-moon-like pupils burst forth with a fierce and domineering light, transforming into crimson-gold flames that distorted and exploded wherever they passed, brazenly meeting the drooping, turbid yellow gaze.

"Zizzizi!!"

The void twisted and exploded. The moment the blazing fire collided with the gaze of the Heavenly Dao, it was like boiling oil being poured onto snow, burning most of the gaze to ashes.

However, the remaining trace of Heavenly Dao power, like a persistent carbuncle, pierced through the curtain of fire and forced its way through Xiang Yu's true head, like a glimpse of yin and yang, reality and illusion.

The Heavenly Eye and Xiang Yu's Double Pupils Clash!
The illusory gaze pierced directly into Zhao Wuji's eyes!
"Red Eyes, open!"

Faced with an intense life-or-death crisis, Zhao Wuji let out a sharp shout, and a crimson light surged from the depths of his dark golden double pupils, with two thick, crimson beams of light shooting out from his eyes.

It collided violently with that sliver of Heavenly Dao's gaze.

"boom!!"

Crimson and murky yellow intertwined and exploded, the aftershocks rippling outwards. The edge of the barrier in the Pot Heaven space instantly shattered by 30%.

Blood gushed from Zhao Wuji's eyes, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the corners of his eyes, yet he stared intently at the dissipating residual power of the Heavenly Dao.

Before that gaze collapsed, a strange Daoist charm swept back along with the turbid black energy of the tribulation, burrowing into the depths of the pupil like a venomous snake!
"Ugh!"

He groaned and knelt down, his hands digging tightly into the crystal soil.

The terrifying image of that single eye opening wide churned in my mind: a shattered dynasty, the annihilation of life, and all things reduced to mere straw dogs.
Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the vast amount of divine sense that Wu Xiandao had accumulated after breaking through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core True Form suddenly manifested as a fifth core of divine sense—which turned out to be a cold and ruthless phantom eye!

His pupils hovered in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness, and a trace of the unique, cold pressure of the Heavenly Dao emanated from the depths of his pupils, as if it could pierce through the nine netherworlds and make all things bow down.

Even more astonishing is what comes under internal observation.

That wisp of Daoist energy condensed deep within his double pupils into a tiny, turbid yellow speck of light, which blended seamlessly with the purified turbid energy of the calamity.

With a slight thought, as the crimson light in his pupils shifted, a faint trace of the cold, oppressive aura unique to the Heavenly Dao was revealed!

"Using the calamity as a medium, he actually stole a trace of the Heavenly Dao's power? Could this be a blessing in disguise?"

Zhao Wuji wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his eye, his gaze dark and unfathomable.

This wisp of Heavenly Dao power, though as faint as a firefly, is like a wildfire planted in the wilderness.

If activated by the turbid energy of calamity in the future, the Crimson Eye Technique may also possess a trace of the power of "punishing on behalf of Heaven"!
But this time, the price paid was high, and it was extremely dangerous.

At this moment, the terrifying pressure from the heavens above completely dissipated.

Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the danger of divine retribution was temporarily averted.

Only then did he realize that his purple-gold robe was soaked with cold sweat.

The true head of Xiang Yu above his head also showed signs of weakening, and even two lines of blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

"This time, the Heavenly Dao One Eye paid special attention to my existence, and even the power of Heavenly Dao's punishment descended along the cause and effect, leaving no time for the Yang Pearl to remove the traces."

"It seems that the more we use the Yin-Yang Unsealing Pearl, the more attention we will attract from the Heavenly Dao. Sooner or later, we will be like Master Zhang and King Xiang, unable to avoid it!"

Zhao Wuji touched the slowly healing burn at the corner of his eye, his eyes flashing with alternating blood moon and crimson.

The icy malice contained in that gaze of the Heavenly Dao was far clearer than in any previous calamity.

That wasn't divine punishment; it was more like some kind of hunt that transcended time and space.

Even now, he can still vaguely sense a threat and a lock on him.

"The Yin Pearl steals lifespan, the Yang Pearl prolongs it; the unity of Yin and Yang is the Great Dao, capable of completely purifying karmic forces. We must decipher the third Yang Pearl as soon as possible."

He looked inward at the surface of the Yin-Yang Beads.

"Cultivation level: Early stage of Golden Core (13913/30000) Inner Realm Golden Core (Early Stage)"

Martial Immortal Cultivation Level: Mid-Golden Core Stage (2/60000)

This time, with the breakthrough in Martial Immortal Dao cultivation, some of the scattered spiritual energy was absorbed by the Inner Realm Golden Core and Immortal Dao Golden Core, resulting in considerable gains, at least saving three months of arduous cultivation.

Having cultivated to this point, his martial arts cultivation has actually surpassed his immortal cultivation, thanks to the repeated enhancements from the Yin-Yang Pearl and the assistance of three Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pills.

Zhao Wuji felt the surging power within his body.

The power surging within his flesh and bones was like a rushing river, and every inch of his skin seemed to contain explosive power.

With a thought, the Frost Soul Flying Sword was suddenly drawn, its blade flashing with a cold light, slashing towards his arm like a silver dragon.

"laugh!"

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the skin, leaving only a faint white mark; it didn't even completely tear the skin.

"good."

Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction.

Now, after multiple enhancements, his physical strength is no less than that of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King, and may even surpass it.

He raised his hand, made a hand seal, and used his medical skills. A faint blue light emanated from his palm as he healed the damage to Xiang Yu's true head from resisting the gaze of Heaven.

Once the true leader's malevolent aura had mostly subsided, he returned it to the Western Chu Imperial Palace on Mount Ling for safekeeping.

He turned and walked towards Xinghe Daoren, who was meditating in the formation not far away.

"How is your recovery, fellow Daoist?"

As Xinghe Daoren was sensing the situation outside with a sense of unease, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure approaching, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on him.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Wuji standing with his hands behind his back. Although his aura only revealed the middle stage of the Golden Core realm, it faintly exuded a sense of danger that made his heart tremble.

Especially when their eyes look down, it's as if a celestial being looks down upon the mortal world, their cold gaze containing a trace of ruthlessness and indifference.

With just a glance, it was as if he were facing not a Golden Core cultivator, but a high and mighty Dao Lord.

But this feeling quickly vanished as Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up with a smile, and even all his awe-inspiring spiritual power disappeared, making it difficult to discern his cultivation level.

"Just how powerful is this Ancestor Tiannan now?!"

Xinghe Daoist was secretly shocked and quickly stood up, cupping his hands and saying, "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Tiannan. I have stabilized my body after the possession. Although my cultivation is temporarily at the early stage of Golden Core, my foundation is intact and it will not be difficult to rebuild it in the future."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and said calmly, "In that case, come with me."

With that, he waved his sleeve, and the surroundings rippled like water as the two figures vanished instantly.

Outside, atop the Wang family's Balong Mountain.

Xinghe Daoist felt a blur before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself in a world rich in spiritual energy.

"What...what kind of method is this?"

He was shocked, completely unable to see how Zhao Wuji had led him away from the formation.

However, the abundance of spiritual energy around him quickly made him feel at ease and comfortable.

Although this concentration of spiritual energy was insufficient to support his regeneration of his nascent soul, it was at least enough to stabilize his cultivation and prevent it from declining further.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Xinghe Daoren, and asked, "Now that you've come out, what are your plans?"

Xinghe Daoist pondered for a moment, then tentatively said, "My cultivation has not yet recovered. If Fellow Daoist Tiannan does not mind, I am willing to stay here temporarily and assist you with the secret techniques of the Xuantian Sect."

Zhao Wuji chuckled softly, his gaze deep: "Staying here to cultivate is certainly possible, but..."

He paused slightly, then said calmly, "This is the Wang family. We don't support idlers here. If you wish to stay, you will need to offer corresponding resources and value."

"So it's the Wang family."

Xinghe Daoren's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "I understand! I can first teach you some of the Xuantian Sect's secret techniques, or assist the Wang family in refining magic weapons and formations. After my cultivation is restored, I will personally go to find the Xuantian Sect's secret treasures."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly: "That's very good."

He said no more, turned to look at the distant sea of ​​clouds, and took out the sword token from his waist.

The sword token's surface was shimmering with spiritual patterns, clearly indicating that several messages had been accumulated.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The Jade Sword Pavilion is actually going to restart the Great Swordsman Tournament of the Nine Provinces?"

Within the sword token, the message from Elder Fang Lingchu came clearly.

"Wuji, the White Jade Sword Tower has joined forces with the Immortal Saint Sect and summoned the Nine Provinces Sword Sect to discuss restarting the Sword Cultivation Conference. You should return to your sect immediately to discuss countermeasures together."

"In addition, the Yang family has sent people to admit their mistake, claiming that Yang Su's collusion with demonic cultivators was his personal act and had nothing to do with the Yang family."

They were willing to apologize to the Qilin Sword Sect, but refused to compensate the Wang family. Yang Su was also handed over to the sect for disposal.

Zhao Wuji sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"What a Yang family! They're only willing to bow down to the Qilin Sword Sect, but unwilling to admit their mistakes to the Wang family?"

His mind raced as he secretly plotted.

"Since the Yang family is so shameless, then Yang Su might as well..."

A slight smile played on his lips; he already had a plan in mind.

"If we secretly control Yang Su and send him back to the Yang family, and then repeat the same method, we might be able to take away the part of Xiang Yu's body that the Yang family has in their hands!"

As he was pondering, he suddenly sensed an unfamiliar golden core spiritual power emerging in the Wang family's main hall, seemingly meeting with Hua Qingshuang.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed as he looked at Xinghe Daoren, "You can wander around by yourself, I'll go and meet the guests."

His figure instantly transformed into a streak of sword light and vanished from the spot.

Inside the council hall of Balong Mountain.

Hua Qingshuang, dressed in a plain white dress, exuding a cool and aloof aura, was sitting and talking with a middle-aged man in a brocade robe.

The man had a dignified appearance, and his golden core spiritual pressure was contained. The Yang family crest of Nan Chu Prefecture was embroidered on his cuffs, indicating that he was of extraordinary status. Behind him were several Yang family members with arrogant and amused expressions.

Zhao Wuji's figure flashed, appearing silently inside the hall.

"Peak Lord."

He spoke calmly, but his gaze fell on the man in the brocade robe, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

When Hua Qingshuang saw him arrive, her eyes lit up slightly, and she said softly, "Wuji, this is the Supreme Elder of the Yang Family in Nanchu Prefecture, who has come to discuss Yang Su's affairs."

When Elder Yang saw Zhao Wuji appear, he narrowed his eyes, stood up, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "Master Zhao, I have long admired your name!"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back. With a flash of his eyes, he could tell that this person's cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. He must be Yang Peng, the number two figure in the Yang family, whose status in the Yang family was equivalent to that of Wang Shouzhen in the Wang family.

He asked indifferently, "Elder Yang, have you come here on behalf of the Yang family to admit your mistake?"

Elder Yang's face stiffened, then he forced a smile and said, "Master Zhao is joking. Yang Su's collusion with demonic cultivators was his own doing. My Yang family has already severely punished him. This matter has nothing to do with my Yang family."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji coldly said, "Then the Yang family denies that Yang Su attacked and killed the Wang family?"

Elder Yang smiled faintly, his eyes scrutinizing Zhao Wuji. Remembering the patriarch's instructions, he immediately remained calm and firm, saying, "This matter... is indeed due to the Yang family's lax discipline, but..."

Zhao Wuji coldly shouted, "If you're not going to apologize, what brings you here? Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the Yang family members accompanying them all changed color.

"you!"

Elder Yang's expression changed drastically, his old face turning so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He suddenly stood up, his right arm jerked violently, his sleeve ripped open, revealing an arm covered in bloody patterns, and a domineering and fierce aura suddenly erupted!

"Arrogant! I respect you as the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect, Tian Qilin. How dare you be so presumptuous? Do you really think the Yang family has no one to rely on?!"

Elder Yang stared at Zhao Wuji with a grim expression, his voice low and thunderous. His mid-stage Golden Core spiritual power crashed down, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Even knowing that this first swordsman was extremely powerful, the Yang family's prestige and reputation could not be lost because of him.

The blood-red lines on his right arm suddenly lit up, as if an ancient power was awakening in his blood.

That is the true blood of Xiang Yu passed down through generations of the Yang family!

"Unrestrained."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly, but she trusted Zhao Wuji's strength and did not make a move.

"I think it's you who's being presumptuous!"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly. He had intended to provoke and anger the other party. At this moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and a crimson light surged from the depths of his double pupils!

"Tsk! Tsk!"

Two crimson sword lights shot out from his pupils, piercing Elder Yang's eyes like lightning!
"what!!"

Elder Yang's eyes narrowed, and he quickly focused his divine sense, but blood still spurted from his eyes in an instant, and he let out a miserable howl.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, he could no longer restrain himself and erupted in fury. His right fist, imbued with an incomparably fierce force, slammed into Zhao Wuji's chest!
This punch contained the ferocious power of Xiang Yu's true blood. Wherever the fist passed, the air twisted and exploded, as if even the void was about to be torn apart!
However, Zhao Wuji remained indifferent, and a flash of his double pupils revealed the weakness of the opponent's right arm in an instant.

He pointed his sword and slashed through the air.

"Zheng!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath, its cry like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

A dazzling silver-white sword light tore through the sky, as stunning as a celestial being descending from the heavens.

Wherever the sword passed, fine black cracks were torn in the void, and the sharp sword energy froze the air within a radius of ten feet into frost.

"Pfft!"

The sword flashed like lightning, precisely striking the weak point in Elder Yang's right arm joint.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the entire arm was instantly severed from the body. The cut was smooth as a mirror, and before the white bone was even revealed, the gushing blood was frozen into scarlet ice crystals by the sword energy.

"boom!!"

Almost simultaneously, the domineering fist force, imbued with Xiang Yu's true blood, slammed heavily into Zhao Wuji's chest.

As the fist blasted through the air, the purple-gold Qilin robe fluttered wildly, and the Qilin pattern embroidered on the lapel was shaken to the point of flickering.

But Zhao Wuji's figure remained as immovable as an ancient sacred mountain, his body beneath his robes radiating a faint jade light, with golden patterns resembling dragon scales flowing between his muscles.

"Ah—my hand!!"

Elder Yang's screams were extremely shrill and echoed throughout the hall.

Elder Yang!

The Yang family members behind them were all horrified and took several steps back, their eyes filled with fear!
Who would have thought that the dignified Grand Elder of the Yang family, who was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, would be so utterly defeated in front of Zhao Wuji?!

(End of this chapter)