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Fear and interest were now in full swing, and the momentum was in the palm of his hand.

Liu Xiaosheng stood in front of a group of elders, facing Yang Ji, his aura becoming denser and more powerful, subtly casting Yang Ji as the opposition.

"Yang Ji, as a member of the Sect, disregards the elders, acts recklessly and brings great disaster upon the Sect. As the Vice Sect Leader, I shall take matters into my own hands to apprehend and kill this man for the Sect," Liu Xiaosheng's eyes sharpened as he suddenly made his move, a dark power condensing within his palm, full of a destructive aura.

"Divine Dark Fist!"

Liu Xiaosheng unleashed the might of the Red Dust Immortal, invincible as he pressured forward, his fists emanating a formidable and vast dark surge, turning into a sky full of fist shadows, enveloping Yang Ji within.

As the fist shadows loomed, Yang Ji saw nothing but the murderous fist shadows encircling his entire body.

Among those numerous fist shadows, he felt a chilling coldness that made his heart tremble, as if a venomous snake were hiding in the bushes, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

This Liu Xiaosheng was a genius, a Five Tribulations Dao Child who had now become a Red Dust Immortal. His strength was extraordinary, far surpassing that of an average Red Dust Immortal, standing at the level of an Overlord among True Immortals, powerful enough to compete with the leaders of super-sects.@@novelbin@@

Yang Ji was cautious in his heart, his eyes fixated on the fist shadows that rapidly approached, scanning them, knowing that Liu Xiaosheng's real killing move was hidden among them.

The fist shadows closed in at an astonishing speed, almost in the blink of an eye, and the many destructive fist shadows were about to land on Yang Ji's body.

But just as Yang Ji was about to be hit by the fist shadows, his eyes suddenly radiated a sharp light. He disregarded the multitude of fist shadows and thrust the Wuji Sword in his hand fiercely onto a punch that was hidden behind the shadows, harboring a killing intent.

Bang!

EThe very moment Yang Ji's sword tip touched the fist, the fist shadows engulfing him dissipated instantly, followed by a fierce gust of energy bursting forth like a wild storm.

"Hmph!"

Caught out by Yang Ji's move, Liu Xiaosheng was momentarily taken aback, but he soon let out a cold snort. His fist, as tough as a Dao Device, twisted like a wave, a dark and extremely sinister force followed the movement of his bones, striking fiercely onto Yang Ji's fingertips, intent on shattering them.

Yang Ji sneered in disdain, his fingers bent as he accumulated power in a detouring motion, embodying the Yin Yang principle of Taichi, using gentleness to overcome strength.

As Liu Xiaosheng's arm stretched out and his force expended, Yang Ji's expression turned cold, and his sword finger snapped forward. Leveraging the energy accumulated in the bend of his finger, he struck swiftly, like a snake devouring its prey, and landed a hit on Liu Xiaosheng's Demon Fist, a flash of crimson briefly appearing.

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Under the pressure of his dominance, finding himself injured, Liu Xiaosheng became frantic with rage and shock within his heart.

This Yang Ji... could actually withstand the Red Dust Immortal?

The other elders watching the fight were also shaken to the core.

Who was Liu Xiaosheng? A Supreme Genius, a Five Tribulations Dao Child, who had not only inherited the ancient teachings of the Reincarnation Sect but also that of the Black Abyss Sect.

Such a person, endowed with such grand fate and now a Red Dust Immortal, failed to suppress Yang Ji with his attack.

It must be noted that this was no ordinary Red Dust Immortal, and Yang Ji was merely a Seven Tribulations Immortal.

After the exchange, Liu Xiaosheng was the one who was injured first, to the astonishment of all present.

If the capture of the Nine Tribulations Yang Dao Child was a storm, then Liu Xiaosheng's injury was a "World Extinguishing" storm.

Stunned, yet without losing his rhythm, Liu Xiaosheng immediately transformed his fist into a claw, disappearing from the spot like a ghost.

"Hmm?" Alarmed, Yang Ji felt as if a primordial beast had locked onto him, his hair standing on end as he abruptly retreated.

"Shh!"

A sharp, dark energy, like an incredibly sharp blade, skimmed past Yang Ji's chest, narrowly missing him.

"Hmm?" Seeing Yang Ji dodge his attack once again, Liu Xiaosheng was filled with surprise.

His "Demon Shadow Technique" was a Great Immortal Technique, incredibly cunning, yet Yang Ji was always able to evade at the critical moment of his assaults.

With a darkened expression, Liu Xiaosheng quickly looked up, only to see Yang Ji charging towards him. The next moment, his body twisted abruptly, using his back as a weapon to heavily rebound onto Yang Ji.

Bang!

A deep sound echoed, and Yang Ji was directly forced to fly backward. As he was just separating from Liu Xiaosheng, Yang Ji flicked his wrist, and Wuji Sword Qi chopped out, the sword light howling as it targeted Liu Xiaosheng's eyes, throat, heart, Dantian, and other vital points.

The Wuji Sword Technique was a top-grade Immortal Technique, extremely powerful, and even Liu Xiaosheng dared not take it lightly. Originally intending to capitalize on his advantage and deliver a fatal strike to Yang Ji, he was thrown off balance by this counterattack, employing hands and feet to dodge the sword Qi. However, despite avoiding these strikes, a shallow cut still appeared on his arm.

After exchanging blows, Liu Xiaosheng was the first to bleed.

Seeing the conspicuous blood mark on Liu Xiaosheng's arm, the breathing of everyone at the scene grew heavy. It was clear to everyone that the ferocious Liu Xiaosheng was not gaining much advantage over Yang Ji.