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But Yang Ji was not the least bit panicked, he sneered coldly, and the hidden Time Tower in his palm quivered slightly. A surge of the Power of Time emanated out, Time Imprisonment, everything halted, all of Shen Tujun's attacks and movements were confined in the void.

Shen Tujun possessed an Immortal Artifact, and so did he, the Time Tower, having absorbed the Power of Time from the Time Fissure, was infinitely close to becoming an Immortal Artifact.

This was an Innate Supreme Treasure, its might boundless, something Shen Tujun could not begin to contend with.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Ji unleashed yet another powerful move.

The Inner World trembled, the infinite World Force surged, and it too condensed into a spear with power comparable to that of an Immortal Artifact, thrusting fiercely towards Shen Tujun.

All these techniques were executed in the blink of an eye.

Before the crowd could react, they saw Shen Tujun sent flying by a spear thrust.

"What?" Upon seeing this scene, the crowd's eyes nearly burst, their lips trembling with shock.

The next moment, Yang Ji's action further deeply astonished everyone. Standing on "Boundless Heavens and Earth," he caught up with the flung Shen Tujun in an instant, intertwining the Destruction Hand Seal in his hands, striking relentlessly and bombarding Shen Tujun's body without any restraint.

The impact shattered his body's Immortal Dao's Gang Qi, trembling the True Immoral Laws, and his invincible soul was outright obliterated.

Blood spilled from the corners of Shen Tujun's mouth, his facial expression wretched, his hair disheveled, howling like a beaten old demon, entirely devoid of any Immortal's demeanor, let alone the domineering bearing that once looked down upon the world.

"Ah, little brat!" Shen Tujun, brutalized to the point of frenzy, completely lost his senses.

The Zhuge Clan and the Shentu Clan were absolutely dumbfounded by this scene.

How could they have imagined that a Seven Tribulations Immortal could be pummeling a Late Stage True Immortal of the Red Dust to such an extent, something utterly inconceivable, far exceeding the limits of their comprehension.

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Only when the Tribulation Immortal of the Shentu Family regained their senses did they charge forward with bloodshot eyes, howling: "Damn it, let go of our ancestor!"

"Hmph!" With a mere cold snort from Yang Ji, their Primordial Spirits trembled, and they clutched their heads, crying out in pain.

"Do you now realize the energy that a genius of my Wuji Dao Sect can unleash? To suppress someone like you, I but need to turn my hand!" Yang Ji's voice was like a myriad of poisonous needles, piercing cruelly into Shen Tujun's mind.

Shen Tujun's expression was filled with sorrow, and for a moment, even his Dao heart became unstable.

Ever since he had become a Red Dust Immortal, he had been respected, revered across the Myriad Realms, never once humiliated like this.

And now, he faced such humiliation.

And by a Seven Tribulations Immortal he had never even considered seriously!

"Boy, I will have you dead!" Shen Tujun roared, with the True Immortal Laws vibrating and his Immortal force churning, ready to fight like a cornered beast.

"At this point, you still talk tough to me!" Yang Ji said icily, a single palm strike crushing down fiercely, turning Shen Tujun into a mist of blood. Just as he was about to seal him with "Palm Taiji," a profound voice rang out.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!" The void tore open, and an authoritative old man with white hair and beard, radiant eyes, and youthful features bathed in endless Immortal Light emerged from the void.

"Family Head!" People from the Zhuge Family quickly stood up and saluted the old man.

The person who had arrived must be the Zhuge Family Head, the most formidable Red Dust Immortal of the Zhuge Clan.

Yang Ji glanced over and noticed that the newcomer was at the peak of a True Immortal, emitting an aura not much different from Cheng Bailou, the head of the Ancestral Saint Hall, a true powerhouse! He couldn't help but inwardly sigh at the profound depths of the Zhuge Clan.

Zhuge Tao's entire being surged with the aura of Immortal Dao, appearing unfathomable, an exceptional figure, ever composed, his joy and anger inscrutable. He looked at Yang Ji, glanced at the blood mist in his hand, and spoke slowly, "I am Zhuge Tao, the Family Head of the Zhuge Clan. Please do me the favor of releasing Brother Shentu."

"Today, for the sake of the Zhuge Family Head, I'll spare you this once!" Yang Ji waved his hand and tossed the blood mist away, and Shen Tujun staggered into form, retreating several steps.

"You! Brat, you dare injure me, the Wuji Dao Sect will never be able to form an alliance with our two families. When the Great Tribulation of the Heavenly Demons comes, we'll see who dies first!" Shen Tujun glared at Yang Ji ferociously, wishing he could devour him alive.

Yang Ji laughed internally, unconcerned.

"Since the two families have no intention of forming an alliance with my Wuji Dao Sect, believing that the Wuji Dao Sect is not worthy, then so be it!" Yang Ji directly dismissed the idea of forming an alliance with the two families, his gaze sweeping across, "I care not about your alliance, but the Dao companion of my disciple I must take with me. They cannot become the sacrifice for your union."

"You dare!" Shen Tujun bellowed.

"What would I not dare? Can you stop me? If it weren't for the intervention of the Zhuge Family Head, I would have crushed you with a flip of my hand," Yang Ji scoffed, with his face now laid bare, he had no need to hold back.

Shen Tujun's face spasmed, resentment in his tone, "Zhuge Family Head, this youngster is insolent, disrupting our meeting and killing five of the Nascent Soul Cultivators of my Shentu Clan, he deserves death. I implore us to join forces and suppress this scoundrel!"

"Brother Shentu, be calm, such a matter has not yet escalated to life and death," Zhuge Tao shook his head.@@novelbin@@

"How so? The Zhuge Family Head is unwilling to make a move?" Shen Tujun was shocked, his expression suddenly turning cold, "This man has slighted my Shentu family, killed men of Shentu, with whom we share irreconcilable differences. With an enemy before us, does the Zhuge Family Head really not wish to stand with the Shentu Clan against our common foe? If so, what of our alliance, what of facing the Great Tribulation of the Heavenly Demons together? If the Zhuge Clan doesn't act today, truly it would be a great disappointment to my Shentu Clan!"