Immortals of the End Times

Just as Zhao Wuji's demon tree clone broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Thousands of miles away, in a bustling, large market town.

Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect, who was enjoying tea and discussing Dao with the Golden Core Elder of Shenjuzhai, suddenly changed his expression and stood up abruptly.

The teacup in my hand shattered with a "crack," and tea spilled all over the floor.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze like lightning, shooting straight towards the direction of the Yang family. His divine sense spread out rapidly, and his spiritual pressure overflowed uncontrollably, causing the array in the private room to hum and tremble.

"Sect Leader Yan, what has happened?"

Elder Bi of Shenjuzhai immediately stood up and asked about the situation with surprise and respect.

Yan Haoyang's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Someone in the Yang family... has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

"what?!"

Elder Bi's expression changed drastically. He frowned and immediately shook his head, saying, "This is impossible! The Yang family's patriarch, Yang Xiong, was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. The current family heads, Yang Su and Yang Peng, are only at the early and middle stages of the Golden Core realm. How could they break through so quickly?"

Shenjuzhai, though not a dominant force in Nanchu Prefecture, is not weak either.

Not only does it cooperate with the Immortal Martial Sect, but it also has a close partnership with the Yang family.

These markets are all located on the Yang family's territory, and they pay a lot of resource fees every year, so they are very clear about the Yang family's situation.

Yan Haoyang frowned, his gaze deep: "If it's not someone from the Yang family, then someone must have used the Yang family's level-five spiritual vein to undergo tribulation."

Elder Bi looked shocked: "Borrowing spiritual veins to transcend tribulation? This is tantamount to draining a pond to catch fish! If a large amount of spiritual energy is forcibly extracted from a level 5 spiritual vein, it will severely damage one's vitality, and there will be no hope of advancing to level 6 in the future."

Even in the next Dharma-ending Age, the spiritual veins will decline at a rate far exceeding the ordinary. How could Yang Xiong and his son Yang Su be so unwise?

Yan Haoyang snorted coldly: "Now the Yang family's protective mountain formation is very well concealed, and it is difficult to see through its true nature with divine sense."

It seems I must make the trip myself.

He stood with his hands behind his back, the immense pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage faintly revealed, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Three years ago, under the protection of the patriarch of the Immortal Martial Sect, he successfully broke through from the Golden Core stage to the early Nascent Soul stage, and now he is at the height of his career.

Having endured over a hundred years of hardship since the end of the Dharma era, he finally reached the Nascent Soul stage and believed he was no longer afraid of Yang Xiong.

"Yang Xiong owed my Immortal Martial Sect a debt from the past, which he reneged on last time. I was too weak to confront him on the spot then, but now it's time to settle the score..."

With this thought in mind, Yan Haoyang looked at Elder Bi beside him and said, "I'll trouble Elder Bi to keep an eye on the matter of that batch of spirit beast mounts I ordered. I'm going to pay my respects to the Yang family now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and transformed into a streak of crimson light, heading straight for the Yang family.

Elder Bi bowed and watched his departing figure with a complicated expression, murmuring, "What exactly happened to the Yang family?"
"In this world, there are more and more Nascent Soul True Monarchs! I was once at the Golden Core stage with Yan Haoyang, but now I have to address him as a True Monarch senior!"

Yang family.

Deep within the fifth-level spiritual vein, spiritual energy surged like a tide.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged within the Pot Heaven space, his divine sense already immersed in the body of the demon tree clone, his fingertips entwining and playing with strands of nascent soul power.

He was already familiar with this power.

He had controlled Xinghe Daoren's primordial spirit for a long time in the past, and later he also studied Yang Xiong's nascent soul.

Thinking of Yang Xiong's Nascent Soul physique, it was like grass growing lush while bean sprouts were sparse.

A mocking smile crept onto his lips. "This clone, however, is certainly well-equipped!"

However, these are things that only men would care about. For cultivators, the Nascent Soul cultivation level is more important.

At this moment, within the dantian of the demon tree clone, the nascent soul that was almost identical in appearance to itself, except that its skin appeared a bit wrinkled, was filled with spiritual light and its spiritual energy was surging.

There is always a layer between an outsider's nascent soul and their primordial spirit.

Now, the flow of spiritual energy in this avatar and primordial spirit, which was conceived by his own divine consciousness, is clearly perceptible.

"I see."

After analyzing for a moment, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

The power of the Nascent Soul is purer and more refined than that of the Golden Core, and the power of the Primordial Spirit has also undergone a qualitative change.

Although his own Golden Core was complete and his divine consciousness was vast as the sea, no less powerful than that of a Nascent Soul or Primordial Spirit, it was still lacking in refinement.

"Without being tempered by heavenly tribulation, even the ultimate sublimation during a breakthrough is still lacking in refinement."

"However, I am one of the three Golden Core cultivators. If I were to simultaneously achieve a perfect breakthrough and condense my Nascent Soul, the sheer strength of my foundation would lead to astonishing gains after the ascension."

As Zhao Wuji pondered, a thought stirred within him.

A wisp of elixir fire ignited at the tip of the main body's finger.

The demon tree clone raised its branch-like fingers, condensed its nascent soul power, and instantly produced a ball of nascent soul true fire.

The blazing white flames instantly burned away all the surrounding spiritual energy.

The two are worlds apart in power.

Just as he was immersed in the profound insights between the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms.

"Fellow Daoist Yang! An old friend has come to visit, why not open the door and see him? Do you still remember the thousand-year-old Xuanqing bamboo that my Immortal Martial Sect lent you to heal your injuries?"

A powerful sound transmission pierced through the protective array, like a thunderclap.

"Immortal Martial Sect!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed as he thought of the Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit that had just flown over to test him. After pondering for a moment, he instructed the Demon Tree clone to send out a divine sense response in Yang Xiong's voice.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, your timing is unfortunate. My Yang family has important matters to attend to today and is unable to entertain you. Please forgive us, Fellow Daoist Yan. I will host a banquet for you another day!"

Yan Haoyang was furious upon hearing this, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Is this how your Yang family treats its guests? The debts you owed back then, the promises you made, all these years have passed, do you intend to renege on your debts?"

He narrowed his eyes and transmitted his thoughts, "Yang Xiong, don't forget that you once colluded with the Bone Demon Lord!"

Don't think that turning against your allies at the Nine Provinces Sword Tournament and playing the good guy will wash away your past sins of colluding with demons!

As he spoke, many doubts began to arise in his mind.

The Yang family's protective mountain formation was so well concealed that the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Tribulation just now could not be faked.

Who is this person? Could he be a demon?

He immediately said coldly, "Since someone from your Yang family has broken through to the next realm, why not show yourself? State your name, and I will leave after getting to know this person."

"That Yan Haoyang is so noisy!"

Inside the Yang family's spiritual vein, Zhao Wuji sat calmly in the Pot Heaven space, his eyes cold.

It seems this sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect isn't planning to let this go easily today.

When the opponent was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, he dared not act recklessly in front of this clone, Yang Xiong.

Now that he has achieved the status of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he dares to come to my door to question me and even make veiled threats. It seems he has become somewhat arrogant.

"Let's see how much he's capable of after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly.

The golden light in the eyes of the demon tree clone surged, as if two great suns were rising!
"Tsk!"

The void trembled, and the vast and refined primordial spirit power, driven by the spirit-driving technique, frantically condensed, transforming into a hundred-foot-long golden spear.

In an instant, the spear was wrapped in tadpole-shaped ancient seal script, and the space it passed through was torn apart like cloth, emitting a tooth-grinding shriek, and it pierced straight at Yan Haoyang outside the family.

"So brave!!"

Yan Haoyang's pupils shrank suddenly. He hadn't expected his opponent to make a sudden move. He immediately let out a long roar, and the phantom of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top suddenly appeared behind his head. His primordial spirit power surged out and rapidly condensed into a giant primordial spirit bell in front of him.

The dragon pattern on the surface of the bell shone with a dazzling blue light, vibrating out layers of ripples of primordial spirit.

"clang!!"

The moment the golden spear collided with the ancient bell, the entire world fell silent.

Inside the Yang family's protective mountain formation, many Yang family cultivators felt deaf and dizzy. Even with the formation blocking their way, many of them turned pale and vomited blood.

The next instant, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the bell.

The golden spear pierced through the barrier like a hot knife cutting through butter, tearing a hideous rift in Yan Haoyang's sea of ​​consciousness!
Yan Haoyang groaned, feeling dizzy and his primordial spirit shake. He immediately roared, "Yang Xiong! What do you mean by this?"

His body erupted with a burst of blood-red spiritual energy, his muscles bulging and twisting like coiled dragons, instantly tearing his magnificent robes.

boom! !

A blood-red Dharma image, tens of feet tall, rose from his body, like an ancient demon god descending to earth. The Burning Sword flew out with it, suddenly bringing with it a sky full of scarlet sword light.

"Break this seat!"

The moment the Burning Sword struck, the entire night sky was stained crimson.

The thousand-foot sword beam fell to earth like a blood moon, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backward, and the light barrier of the mountain-protecting array creaked under its pressure.

"Noisy!"

A cold snort exploded like a thunderclap.

Within the spiritual vein, Zhao Wuji suddenly waved his sleeve.

Suddenly, the gate to the heavenly palace burst open, and Xiang Yu's right arm, as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, burst forth from the air.

The demon tree split into countless vines that hissed and coiled around it.

The dark gold magic patterns writhed like living things, and the entire arm exuded a suffocatingly domineering pressure as it pointed out with a single finger!
"boom!!!"

As the dragon was pointed out, the void was already shattering inch by inch, like a mirror!

The moment Xiang Yu's right arm struck out, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles was instantly sucked into a vacuum, and the world seemed to be filled only with the domineering power of that one finger!

"boom!!"

When the fingertips collided with the blood-moon sword light, a blinding burst of light erupted, causing a burning pain in the eyes.

The Burning Silence Sword Qi, powerful enough to cleave mountains, crumbled like paper inch by inch under the flick of a finger from the Demon God's arm.

"what?!"

Yan Haoyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his Blood Fiend Dharma Image trembled violently before he could react.

“Boom-ka-!!!”

The second finger has already been flicked out!
These two fingers, like ancient demon gods descending to earth, caused the ground within a hundred feet to collapse before the wind of their fingers even arrived. Countless pebbles were crushed into dust by the invisible pressure and shot into the sky!

Yan Haoyang felt an overwhelming force slam into his chest, and the blood-fiend protective aura around his body shattered like glass, his protective true essence instantly dissipating.

"puff!!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his powerful Martial Immortal body was also cracked with a shattering sound. He flew backward like a meteor, leaving a bloody trail thousands of feet long in mid-air.

Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed open with a deep trench, and dust rose into the sky like an angry dragon!

"Xiang Yu's right arm!!" Yan Haoyang bled from all seven orifices, and an unprecedented look of horror finally appeared in his eyes.

That colossal arm, reaching to the sky, was like a demon god descending to earth. As dark gold demonic patterns flowed, it exuded a domineering pressure that made his soul tremble—this was the ultimate power of the Martial Immortal Path!
"Xiang Yu!!"

Within the Yang family compound, many clansmen looked up in shock, their eyes filled with fervor as they gazed at Xiang Yu's right arm that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

With just two flicks of his fingers, he sent the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Immortal Martial Sect flying like an ant, a scene of utter horror!

"roll!!"

From deep within the Yang family compound, a cold snort from Zhao Wuji suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Is it that Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Yan Haoyang sensed the terrifying aura lurking deep within the fifth-level spiritual vein. His expression changed, and he dared not linger any longer. He transformed into a disheveled streak of blood and fled in panic!

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji watched Yan Haoyang flee in a disheveled, blood-red rainbow, without stopping him.

With a flick of his sleeve, the immense aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator surrounding him instantly receded like a tide, returning to calm.

That overwhelming spiritual power was merely a disguise created by his guiding technique of transforming and converting Qi. "The Immortal Martial Sect... will be dealt with sooner or later, but not now."

He was very calm and clear-headed.

The demon tree clone has just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and its foundation is not yet stable. If it rashly attacks with all its might, it will deplete too much of its Nascent Soul power, which would be a loss rather than a gain.

However, this test has allowed him to fully understand his own combat strength!
"Using the Nascent Soul power of the Demon Tree's clone to power Xiang Yu's right arm, its power is indeed stronger than that of the main body!"

His eyes flashed slightly, and a fighting spirit surged within him.

His main body can now control the power of four fingers on Xiang Yu's right arm, while the demon tree clone can control all five fingers!

With just two fingers, he had already shattered Yan Haoyang's Blood Fiend Dharma Form, forcing him to flee in a sorry state.

"Ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs are no match for me!"

If he were to unleash his full power, and combine it with the five fingers of Xiang Yu's right arm, even if the Bone Demon Lord at his peak were to personally come, he would be confident of fighting him head-on!
At this moment, inside and outside the Yang family, countless cultivators looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with shock.

In particular, many cultivators from the Yang family were kneeling on the ground, bowing and worshipping Xiang Yu's right arm with almost fanatical devotion.

With this kind of attitude, Zhao Wuji doesn't need to control each member of the Yang family individually; he can easily become the head of the clan and manipulate people's hearts.

Xiang Yu's right arm stretched across the sky, dozens of feet long, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and earth.

Dark gold magic runes flowed across the surface of his arm, radiating a suffocatingly domineering pressure, extending to the royal family's spiritual vein cave, almost bursting the entire cave entrance open.

"Boom!"

Outside the cave, countless branches of demonic trees, as thick as giant pythons, were wrapped around the end of his right arm. The vines twisted and turned like dragons, completely obscuring the cave entrance, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was inside.

Deep within the cave, Zhao Wuji had already stepped out of the Pot Heaven Space, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing like lightning.

Beside him, the demon tree clone stretched out its right arm with thousands of branches, wrapping around Xiang Yu's right arm like a living thing. A continuous stream of nascent soul power flowed into it through the vines, making the demon god's arm even more powerful.

"good."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

After the demon tree clone broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, it became even more adept at controlling the King's right arm!
"receive!"

With a slight thought, the demon tree clone immediately retracted its right arm, which was wrapped with countless branches.

rumble!

The dark gold demonic patterns on Xiang Yu's right arm gradually faded, and his arm, which resembled a towering pillar, slowly retracted into the void.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense spread out like a tide, reaching the outside world and issuing commands.

"Yang Peng, Yang Su! Quickly send over all the miraculous medicines and elixirs that the Yang family has collected over the years!"

His voice was like thunder, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Yes! Lord!"

Yang Peng and Yang Su responded in unison.

Before long, the two people personally and respectfully placed the two boxes of rare spiritual materials into the core of the spiritual vein.

Although there were no rare treasures like the fifth-grade spiritual materials that would greatly benefit the Nascent Soul stage, there were quite a few third- and fourth-grade spiritual herbs, numbering in the dozens.

The spiritual energy of the medicinal herbs swirled and circulated within the cave.

"While not top-tier resources, they're barely usable."

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over them. Although these spiritual materials could not make the demon tree clone advance by leaps and bounds, they were more than enough to consolidate the Nascent Soul realm and make a slight improvement.

He casually made a hand seal, using the Stone-Boiling Technique to help his demonic clone refine and absorb the energy. His eyes gleamed as he pondered, "The level four spiritual veins of the Southern Heavenly Realm are like a chicken rib to my demonic tree clone, which has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. They can no longer enhance its cultivation; they can only be used to maintain its realm."

"In that case, why not let this demonic tree clone take Yang Xiong's place and take charge of the Yang family!"

"Use the Yang family's level-five spiritual vein for cultivation, and then seize the opportunity to annex the other three families."

With this in mind, Zhao Wuji had already made up his mind.

With the current Nascent Soul stage strength of the demon tree clone, combined with the power of Xiang Yu's right arm and even his true head, sweeping away the other three families and collecting Xiang Yu's remains should not be too difficult.

The other three families, in this era of flourishing spiritual energy, have also produced Nascent Soul True Monarchs, and even control part of Xiang Yu's remaining body.

However, the demon tree clones were, after all, controlling two broken bodies.

Moreover, demons are always stronger than ordinary human cultivators.

Not to mention the demon tree's clones, which also possess some of the earthly evil techniques he taught.

With his superior abilities compared to the other three newly-broken Nascent Soul elders, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Seeing that the demon tree's clone had already devoured many spiritual materials, Zhao Wuji immediately waved his sleeves, and the gate to the First Heavenly Pot opened wide.

He stepped in with his demon tree clone, and his figure was instantly swallowed up by the misty spiritual energy.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the Pot Heaven space, his eyes flashing like lightning, his mind racing.
"boom!!"

Yan Haoyang transformed into a blood-red rainbow and fled in panic for thousands of miles. His nascent soul's spiritual power leaked out uncontrollably due to his injury, causing the mountains and rivers along the way to tremble. Countless cultivators looked up in shock.

"This"

Elder Bi of Shenjuzhai scanned the area with his divine sense and was shocked. "The dignified sect master of the Immortal Martial Sect has suffered a great loss at the Yang family so quickly?"

His eyes flickered as he secretly pondered, "It seems I should prepare some generous gifts and personally pay a visit to the Yang family another day to offer my congratulations and also to find out who that senior who broke through is."

Even today, with the revival of spiritual energy, Nascent Soul True Monarchs are extremely rare.

In the vast territory of the entire Southern Chu Prefecture, where spiritual energy is abundant, there are only seven people at most.

Now that the Yang family seems to have gained another member, the power structure is likely about to change drastically.
Whoosh! !

Soon, deep in the mountains, Yan Haoyang suddenly withdrew his spiritual power and landed in a secluded valley.

His face darkened, and he quickly took out the sect leader's token, imprinted his divine sense into it, and explained the situation of the Yang family that he had just tested.

"Ancestor!"

On the other end of the message, after hearing the report, Immortal Martial Sect Patriarch He Yi immediately rebuked, "Foolish! Why provoke the Yang family at this time? Do you still dare to experience the power of Xiang Yu's right arm? That is a great weapon."

When dealing with the Yang family, we should prioritize cooperation!
Even if Yang Xiong stood us up in the past and left us in debt, it was a small matter, just a pittance!

After reprimanding him, he seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, after all, Yan Haoyang was now a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

He then said slowly, "The world is about to change. The demons beyond the river have already broken the agreement between the righteous and the demonic and the tacit understanding maintained for many years, and are laying out their plans in the ancient sword domain. Our Immortal Martial Sect should also prioritize the overall situation."

"understood."

Yan Haoyang gripped the token tightly, his knuckles turning white.

I know you're unwilling to accept this.

He Yi sighed, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes: "It's a pity that my Immortal Martial Sect has no chance to enter the Sword Domain."

"Now, only the remains of King Xiang, a supreme treasure of martial arts immortality, is worth fighting for! It is the future opportunity of our Immortal Martial Sect."

Yan Haoyang frowned: "Ancestor, as you say, the Yang family is powerful and cannot be opposed for the time being. But the other families are not to be trifled with either."

His eyes turned cold. "Only the Wang family, with Hua Qingshuang only at the late Golden Core stage and the mysterious Star River Daoist already gone, are the easiest targets to manipulate!"

"But what we care about is the true head of Xiang Yu."

Yan Haoyang said in a deep voice, "Nine times out of ten, it's in the hands of Zhao Wuji, the pretty boy Daoist partner of Hua Qingshuang, rather than the Wang family."

Although this adulterous couple never publicly acknowledged their relationship, everyone knew how close and connected they were. Otherwise, why would they have allowed Xiang Yu's head to be taken away?

"That's right," He Yi said calmly. "This is precisely why the other families have remained inactive against the Wang family. However..."

He suddenly said meaningfully, "The Hua clan is said to be a special existence that has inherited the fortune of King Xiang!"

"If we can get their help, seizing the mangled body and controlling its power will be much easier. That was exactly what Wang Wujiang planned in the past!"

Yan Haoyang's expression turned solemn: "But this Zhao Wuji..."

He recalled the rumors from the Nine Provinces' Number One Swordsman Tournament and couldn't help but say with apprehension, "This boy, though not yet at the Nascent Soul stage, is truly the number one swordsman in the Nine Provinces. He once fought against the Bone Nether Demon Lord and escaped unscathed. If we could persuade the Heavenly Sword Lord..."

He shook his head, his expression uncertain. "Not to mention he holds Xiang Yu's head! He might not be a match for a Nascent Soul cultivator, but taking him down will be difficult!"

He Yi said calmly, "The Ancient Sword Domain is about to open, and this boy will enter the Sword Domain."

That will be a good opportunity for us to deal with the Wang family. As for this kid, he has offended quite a few demons, and none of them are good people.

This time, the Nine Nether Demon Lord forcibly seized seven sword domain quotas. Once these demonic giants enter the Ancient Sword Domain, this brat surnamed Zhao will naturally be dealt with.

Upon hearing the ancestor's analysis, Yan Haoyang's eyes gleamed, and a clear path gradually formed in his mind.

"Boom!"

Within the First Heavenly Chamber, the earth trembled.

Under Zhao Wuji's command, the demon tree clone revealed its true form and suddenly stretched out its true form.

A colossal tree, thousands of feet tall, rose from the ground, its roots spreading in all directions like ten thousand dragons breaking through the soil.

The main trunk and branches intertwine, forming a giant net that covers the sky and the earth, with dense shade as dark as ink above and a clear spring as blue as jade below.

The cracked bark resembles the opening and closing of dragon scales, and the twisted branches are like the arms of a demon god. The entire ancient tree exudes a suffocating sense of vicissitude and pressure, like a ten-thousand-year-old tree demon.

"Ka-ka!"

The walls of the Pot Heaven space seemed to groan under the weight of the burden.

If this space hadn't expanded to over 1,500 feet, it would probably have been torn apart by this towering demon tree!
"Come!"

Zhao Wuji shouted and looked down at the Western Chu Imperial Palace.

The palace trembled.

Xiang Yu's head, connected to his thick right arm, hurtled through the air.

"Continued!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly performed a hand seal to perform the head-regeneration technique.

'Hiss!'

The demon tree's thousands of branches shot out like living creatures, resembling countless dragons breaking through the sky, instantly enveloping Xiang Yu's true head layer by layer!
"Zheng!"

The True Leader's eyes suddenly burst forth with a blinding blood-red light, his domineering aura soaring to the sky. His furious hair danced wildly like flames, each strand wrapped with blood-red lightning, dyeing all the vines that were entangling him a crimson gold color!
“Ka-ka-ka—”

Amidst the sickeningly loud merging sound, the robust right arm and the main branch blended perfectly together.

Dark gold magic patterns spread along the tree trunk like living things, cracking the bark and revealing the blood-red veins like lava underneath!
Looking at it now, this towering demon tree seems like an ancient demon god descending to earth.

Xiang Yu's eyes glared fiercely, his hair like flames.

His right arm reached for the sky, with magical patterns flowing around it.

Only the old face on the tree, which bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Wuji, seemed slightly out of place, adding to the eeriness of the scene.

"Congeal!"

Zhao Wuji's hand gestures shifted, and the illusion technique suddenly appeared.

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree trembled violently, its gnarled branches rapidly contracted, and its cracked bark rolled up like scales, transforming in the blink of an eye into a burly figure over ten feet tall.

But then they saw Xiang Yu's head contorted in fury, his red hair dancing wildly like flames, and his eyes flashing with a blood-red, murderous light.

Dark gold demonic patterns flowed across his right arm, and his fist emitted crimson light, as if he were grasping a setting sun.

Although his body had shrunk, his domineering aura was even stronger than before.

The nascent soul's spiritual power, accompanied by domineering intent, flowed around his body, making him appear as if a tyrant had been reborn, his aura as deep as an abyss!
"it is good!!"

Zhao Wuji looked with satisfaction at the demon tree clone that now had Xiang Yu's true head and right arm grafted onto it.

I could sense the intense danger emanating from this clone.

"With this clone, once I reach the Ancient Sword Domain, it will be enough to take down the other three major families, build my empire, and gather the remains of Xiang Yu."

(End of this chapter)