My Informative Cultivation Life

Inside the Time Tower.

"Yang Ji, damn you, you're deceitful! Have the guts to let me go and we'll have a one-on-one fight!" Xing Xiong's eyes were blood red as he roared.

"You want a one-on-one fight!" Yang Ji stepped forward and ruthlessly knocked on his head, causing a painful bulge to rise immediately, leaving Xing Xiong gritting his teeth in agony.

"Are you angry?" Yang Ji looked at him indifferently.

"I want to drink your blood, peel your skin, and pull out your tendons!" Xing Xiong shouted.

"And you two?" Yang Ji turned to look at Tian Xie and Mo Jie.

Both of them just coldly stared at him with bloodshot eyes, without speaking.

"Looks like you hate me too." Yang Ji smiled, "Just wait, I'll give you more reasons to hate me."

Saying that, he changed his appearance right in front of the three of them, once again transforming into the likeness of Xing Xiong.

"Yang Ji, what do you want to do?" Xing Xiong's eyelids twitched, sensing something amiss.

"Nothing much, just using your identity to continue luring over the Heavenly Demons and set them up." Yang Ji flashed a brilliant, cheeky smile.

"Yang Ji, you..." Xing Xiong bellowed, enraged to the extreme, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood, "With a hundred thousand Demon Lords, you will eventually not escape death. It's not too late to turn back! Quickly release me and the others, and perhaps I can plead on your behalf and take you as a servant, sparing your life!"

"One hundred thousand Demon Lords are indeed many, but I won't lure them all at once. I'll do it slowly, killing them one by one." Yang Ji glanced at the eight hundred Red Dust Immortals behind him and gave Tian Xie and the others a playful smile, "Hmm... How many Demon Lords should I lure over to kill later?"

"Just two hundred will do!"

"I'll take my time, I'll kill slowly!"

"Damned Yang Ji, where did you get so many Red Dust Immortals from?" As Xing Xiong saw more than eight hundred Red Dust Immortals, old blood kept coughing up from the corner of his mouth; a thought occurred to him as he screamed with red eyes, "You must have a Supreme Treasure on you. It seems the news of becoming an Immortal released by Wuji Dao Sect was true, otherwise, you couldn't have created so many Red Dust Immortals."

"You are quite smart. I indeed have a Supreme Treasure, a Supreme World-Stabilizing Treasure Replica." Yang Ji smiled as the Wings of Time-Space unfolded behind him, emanating a dazzling light that deeply irritated Xing Xiong's eyes.

"Such intense time-space fluctuations—Are those the Wings of Time-Space? You truly have a Supreme Treasure, Yang Ji, you're doomed, doomed! Having such a treasure is a crime itself; you can't control it. Quickly release me and the others and hand it over, and I can ask the elder ancestor, the Long Hatred Demon Ancestor, to spare your life," Xing Xiong growled.

"It seems you still don't recognize the situation!" Yang Ji raised his eyebrows, conjuring a large hammer and hammered it down heavily on Xing Xiong's head again.

With a thud, accompanied by splattering blood, another bump formed on Xing Xiong's head.

"Yang Ji, I, Xing Xiong, swear to kill you! Oh no, killing you would be too easy for you. I will suppress you forever and torment you daily, making you wish you could neither live nor die!" A tear traced the corner of Xing Xiong's eye as he bellowed loudly.

"Do you think you'll still live?" Yang Ji said with an amused smile.

"I, Xing Xiong, have an unparalleled talent and am the acknowledged disciple of the Demon Ancestor. With a shred of my Demon Soul kept outside, I can be revived at any time. You can't kill me, can't kill me, and I, Xing Xiong, will surely kill you," Xing Xiong growled.

"A shred of your Demon Soul is with the Demon Ancestor?" Yang Ji frowned.

"What? Are you afraid? If you are, then hurry up and release me, or when my master, the Long Hatred Demon Ancestor, descends, he will crush you to death with one fingertip," Xing Xiong said with a smug cold laugh.

"Indeed, I'm somewhat worried, but not much!" Yang Ji's frown smoothed out; he indeed didn't dare to use the "Destiny Slaying Art" to completely kill Xing Xiong at the moment. If the Long Hatred Demon Ancestor mentioned by Xing Xiong saw his methods, that would lead to great trouble in the future.

However, although he couldn't kill him completely, the current "Xing Xiong" was something he could crush to death with one finger, just another Primordial Spirit Fruit of the Demon Lord.

Yang Ji, however, discarded this thought. With Xing Xiong's bluster, Yang Ji harbored a playful idea in his heart.

When he became powerful enough not to fear the Immortal King, from across the boundless distances of time and space, he would use the Destiny Slaying Art to erase this guy bit by bit. He wondered what kind of fear would fill those eyes at that moment?

As Yang Ji contemplated this, a chilling smile crept onto his lips. Xing Xiong could no longer sit still and asked apprehensively, "Yang Ji, what cunning scheme are you concocting now?"

"You should feel lucky—I won't kill you for now!" Yang Ji didn't respond directly but simply said with a smile.

Then, as his gaze swept over, he had more than eight hundred Red Dust Immortals under his command, appointed to Buddha Child, Bai Bi, Hua Yuan, and Yuan Hua to use the True Immortal Transforming Armor, a force of extreme power.

Furthermore, outside the Time Tower, there were one hundred and five Red Dust Immortals from the seven powers of the Minor Immortal Realm, almost reaching one thousand in total.

If used well, they could surely trap and slay a large number of Heavenly Demons.

Even if the situation became insurmountable in the end, he could leave contentedly, taking the entire Wuji Dao Sect away with ease.

Thinking thus, Yang Ji, transformed into Xing Xiong, slowly walked out, leaving the real Xing Xiong roaring behind: "Yang Ji, come back here!"

"I need to send a message to my clone, I need to expose your conspiracy!"

"Damn it, why can't my clone sense my message? What's going on?"

Xing Xiong vomited blood.

He didn't know that Yang Ji had already used the "Destiny Shielding Technique," cutting off the transmission of thoughts between him and his clone. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Leaving him as a furiously roaring "mute," desperately coughing up blood.