My Informative Cultivation Life

Now... it seemed to be his time.

Whoosh!

A blur shot out as Elder Xiu Xuan and his Profound Immortal Disciple were blasted out just like cannonballs.

Bang!

The two landed heavily, flipping up a layer of grass, with mud covering their feet.

Ever since they had become Immortals, they had never been kicked in such a manner, and now they were in this sorry state.

There wasn't much opportunity for them to be shocked.

Yang Ji was exceptionally nimble, moving like a Serpent in the air. He leaped up, holding the Shentu Blade, and ferociously chopped toward Elder Xiu Xuan's head.

By now, Xiu Xuan had finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief, because Yang Ji... had also lost his Cultivation and could only rely on physical combat.

Xiu Xuan instantly recovered his Golden Immortal dignity, and his deep eyes shot out two brilliances. He retreated quickly like a shadow gliding over water, narrowly avoiding Yang Ji's ruthless attack.

After all, as a Golden Immortal nurtured by Immortal Qi for so many years and nourished by countless heavenly treasures, even if the Immortal Dao Principles were sealed, his physical body was still terrifyingly strong.

Whoosh!

Xiu Xuan left behind an afterimage, reappearing in front of Yang Ji.

With incredible speed, his iron sleeves whipped out like a blade, sweeping toward Yang Ji's throat.

Even as Yang Ji swiftly dodged backward, he was still grazed by a gale-like force from the sleeve, leaving a white mark on his neck. Had his body not been strong, his head might have been severed at that moment.

Truly, Golden Immortals were defiance of the heavens, strong beyond measure even without the Immortal Dao Principles.

Xiu Xuan snorted coldly, pressing towards Yang Ji with a cold, merciless voice, "Even without the Immortal Dao Principles, I can still suppress you."

Yang Ji let out a cold laugh and leaped into the air.

Although he could not fly, he could still glide through the sky temporarily with the power of his leaps.

He stepped towards Xiu Xuan's head.

Whoosh!

Xiu Xuan, sensing Yang Ji's power, changed his expression and hastily retreated.

At the same time, his sleeve, like a Longsword, shot diagonally upward, stabbing towards Yang Ji's feet.

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Yang Ji chopped down fiercely with his blade, instantly repelling Xiu Xuan's sleeve.

During the collision, there came a sound akin to metal clashing against stone, indicating that Xiu Xuan's robe was anything but ordinary.

Yang Ji glanced over and realized it was a robe comparable to a mid-grade Immortal Artifact.

Yang Ji's first attack did not succeed, so he slashed again with a force so powerful it seemed to twist space itself.

This was purely a display of his physical strength, without the slightest fluctuation of mystical power.

Xiu Xuan retreated, his long sleeve transforming into a Longsword as it cleaved down.@@novelbin@@

Clang clang!

Yang Ji, holding his battle blade, wielded it forcefully to deflect the strike.

The light of the blade flickered!

Yang Ji struck repeatedly, slashing horizontally and vertically.

Whoosh!

A flash of light, and a strand of Xiu Xuan's beard was cut off.

The onlookers' expressions changed at once.

This... was Xiu Xuan, a Golden Immortal, now trimmed half a beard by a junior. Such a thing would be beyond belief if spread outside.

Two cold beams shot from Xiu Xuan's eyes. Even with his lofty Golden Immortal mindset, he felt a sense of humiliation and, concurrently, a touch of crisis.

He knew that Yang Ji's body was stronger, giving him a complete advantage here.

He couldn't help but turn to look at the others behind him and called out, "Attack together, kill him!"

However, the group of Golden Immortals paid him no heed. After a glance, they continued to furrow their brows, engrossed in deciphering the Formation.

After all, without the Immortal Dao Principles, even Golden Immortals lacked a sense of security.

With someone holding the fort, they were better off devising a counter-strategy than taking action.

Xiu Xuan's Disciple rushed out upon hearing the command but was immediately cleaved apart by Yang Ji's blade.

A Profound Immortal, stripped of the Immortal Dao Principles, was that weak, thankfully possessing an Immortal Body that allowed slow recovery.

"Damn it!" Seeing his disciple's plight, Xiu Xuan charged out again.

Splat!

After several collisions, Yang Ji's blade struck Xiu Xuan's left arm, blood spurting out.

Continuing his assault, Yang Ji slashed out once more.

Splat!

Blood sprayed.

Yang Ji's Longsword cut off another of Xiu Xuan's arms.

Xiu Xuan cried out in agony.

Yang Ji, expressionless, did not hesitate and pierced Xiu Xuan's heart with his blade.

Blood gushed out.

As the Longsword was withdrawn,

a through-and-through bloody hole appeared in Xiu Xuan's chest, his heart shattered to pieces.

Yang Ji, with a backhand stroke of his blade, severed his throat, blood gushing out.

The group of Golden Immortals stood frozen.

How could Xiu Xuan have lost so quickly?

"It's your turn now, submit to me, or be eradicated by me—you choose!" Yang Ji, his Longsword pointed diagonally, saw Xiu Xuan's body about to recover and chopped down again, severely wounding him.