My Informative Cultivation Life

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"No good, quick—woo woo woo—" Before he could even utter the word 'escape,' he was overwhelmed by the oppressive wind that blew down from above with extreme force, pushing the words back into his throat.

This kick was not fast, but it possessed boundless power, locking the space in all directions.

"Pu!"

The one who roared in anger was the first to suffer severely. He spat blood first, his body violently shook, cracked under the pressure, and was simply unable to withstand it. He was pressed to the ground in an instant.

The faces of the others changed color as their bodies cracked open and were suppressed downwards, crashing onto the ground.

Only the leading man of the Yaksha Clan was desperately trying to hold on. At this moment, his heart was also hit by a terrifying wave, shaking uncontrollably, "He's gotten stronger, he's gotten stronger? One kick and it actually imprisoned space in all directions, making me unable to move!"

When Yang Ji made a strong attack, it was sure to be a deadly blow. At this moment, he was powerful to an incomparable degree. The World Force was truly like an abyss, like a sea, augmented under his foot, sealing off all directions; everything would be suppressed.

He descended like a towering mountain, with unwavering momentum, his foot continuing its unstoppable motion and even producing more terrifying fluctuations.

The leader of the men ultimately couldn't hold on. His body cracked open, and he violently vomited a mouthful of blood, his essence, Qi, and spirit instantly wilted.

A foot stomped directly on top of his head, "Bang!" With a thunderous roar, he was savagely stamped into the ground.

As the force spread, those geniuses of the Yaksha Clan who were suppressed on the ground exploded on the spot, their souls annihilated, dead beyond death.

Yang Ji had a cold expression as he moved his right foot away, his fingers pierced into the ground, and he viciously grabbed Mi Fang, who was wearing a pitiful look.

With a fierce grip of his fingers, "Crack crack crack!"

Yang Ji crushed seven or eight of Mi Fang's ribs on the spot; large chunks of flesh and blood flew out, the crimson blood rain scattered in the air, tracing a beautiful arc, overwhelmingly ghastly.

"Ah..."

Mi Fang felt pain in his bones. His chest was open, missing several ribs, blood gushed, his whole body was smeared with crimson bloodstains, his hair disheveled as he cried out, heartbroken.

He had just obtained hundreds of True Inheritance Talismans and had not had the chance to enjoy the glory of ranking in the top hundred, to feel the adulation of being worshipped by the masses, feeling invincible, when today he suffered a fatal blow, his indomitable spirit nearly shattered.

"You took my treasure before, today you even want to kill my sect's people, and you have infinite hostility towards me. Today, you die!" Yang Ji was like a god, his voice imposing and domineering, overwhelmingly awe-inspiring.

He felt that merely crushing Mi Fang to death was not satisfying enough, so he threw him up into the air directly.

"Yang Ji, you're dead for sure, absolutely dead. I will not share the sky with you!" Seeing an opportunity to escape, Mi Fang immediately soared into the sky, roaring as he did so.

"Not share the sky with me? Today, you die!" Yang Ji couldn't help but sneer. His Inner World was refined to perfection, his World Force increased exponentially; he had already sealed off all directions, how could Mi Fang possibly escape?

Right now, he just wanted to give him the illusion of a chance, just to torment him to death.

Mi Fang flew several miles, then he was startled to realize this fact—the air ahead seemed to have an invisible wall standing erect, impossible to break through, which greatly altered his complexion.

From behind, Yang Ji charged with a punch. His fist flew, the force of the punch vast, arriving in an instant near Mi Fang, and he unleashed a blow.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered. Mi Fang screamed. This time both shoulders exploded together, both arms shattered into dozens of white bone fragments; flesh flew in all directions, his whole body covered in blood.

Once an Immortal Ranking Genius, infinitely close to the top ten, lofty and exalted, when had he ever been so miserable?

Now, he didn't retain a shred of a genius's might.

"Yang Ji..." Mi Fang bellowed, his eyes filled with venomous hate. This was the most miserable battle in his history; he was so furious that his liver was on the verge of igniting.

"Today, you die. I will punch you until you burst!" Yang Ji stood proudly in the sky, like a Demon God.

"Ah..."

Mi Fang screamed, rage filling his heart; Yang Ji's treatment made him almost grind his teeth to pieces.

He knew today was more likely to bring doom than luck. Rather than being killed sooner or later, he preferred to drag someone down with him.

"Rumble!"

Mi Fang's body erupted with green flames as he exerted his utmost potential. Instead of heading for Yang Ji, he directed his murderous intent toward the ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect below.

"Yang Ji, you want to save them, don't you? Today, I will kill them right before your eyes!" Mi Fang fought with the determination of someone facing death, burning his potential as he charged downwards.

"Ignorant!" Yang Ji shook his head, "No one can act violently in the space I've confined. You can only move if I allow it, and you must stay put if I command it!"

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The decisive character fell, and Mi Fang, who was full of a murderous aura, astonishingly found that he really couldn't move at all. The space around him had undergone an unprecedented compression, imprisoning his body.

Yang Ji flew over indifferently, his punch mighty and profound, fast and heavy. It landed on Mi Fang's chin, sending his teeth flying dozens of feet away mixed with red blood, exploding in mid-air.

Crack!

The very next moment, Mi Fang's jawbone shattered and fell off, blood splashing everywhere, a sight too ghastly to endure.

The battle was already without any suspense!

Oh no, this slaughter had reached a point where, without intervention, Mi Fang's death was certain. Miracles do happen in the world, but they are called miracles because they are extremely rare.

Splat!

Yang Ji soared through the air, his fist smashing Mi Fang's head into oblivion, with white brain matter and blood spurting ten feet high. A swirl of Spiritual Fire in his palm burned Mi Fang's body to a crisp, leaving not even a trace of residue.

"Ah..."

Horror, rage, panic, despair... Mi Fang's Primordial Spirit flickered uncertainly, a torrent of negative emotions erupting.

"Hmm? Where is the Treasure Gourd? Where did you put the Treasure Gourd?" Yang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly. After burning Mi Fang's body, he hadn't seen the Treasure Gourd.

"Audacious villain, stop!" Just as Yang Ji was about to clutch Mi Fang's Primordial Spirit and demand the whereabouts of the Treasure Gourd, a stern shout came from the horizon.

A streak of black light flashed by, with a pitch-dark knife slicing through the air, aiming to behead Yang Ji.

This was actually the God-Slaying Knife, a terrifying weapon specialized in slaying Primordial Spirits. There were many methods of forging it, but it was rarely seen completed.

Now, such a knife was slashing towards Yang Ji, intent on killing him.

"The God-Slaying Knife? Not bad, I'll take it!" Yang Ji remained unflinching, not even dodging as he raised his palm and, to the shock of the onlookers, caught the God-Slaying Knife.

The God-Slaying Knife trembled violently, the knife light stunning, but it couldn't even touch his palm and was instead restrained in the center of his hand.

The next scene shocked everyone even more. Yang Ji's fingers clenched, with power bursting forth in his palm. With a hum, the previously shaking God-Slaying Knife instantly quieted down.

Meanwhile, someone from the rushing crowd spat out a mouthful of blood skyward, looking at Yang Ji in horror and said, "You severed my connection with the God-Slaying Knife?"

It was at this moment, Yang Ji, with the God-Slaying Knife in one hand and Mi Fang's Primordial Spirit in the other, looked over.

About twenty people had arrived, all from the Yaksha Clan, and there was also a luxurious carriage among them.

At the very front of the carriage stood a man with three heads and six arms, a fierce face, and a green glow atop his head. He possessed a slender physique and phoenix eyes. Right now, he glared at Yang Ji, demanding, "Who are you? Release Mi Fang at once."

"Release him? I'll kill you all together!" Yang Ji let out a cold laugh, leaped again, and his foot came crashing down towards them.

Boom!

His footfall created a shockwave that flipped everyone over like a muffled thunder.

At the same time, the phoenix-eyed man bellowed in anger, tried to resist, but was also blasted hundreds of feet away.

Clang!

Yang Ji stepped onto the luxurious carriage, immediately causing it to shatter into pieces.

At this moment, the disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect fell silent, and the Yaksha people were likewise speechless, too angry to speak.

This man was too domineering—destroying their Holy Maiden's carriage with a single stomp, his arrogance knew no bounds, utterly fearless.

"It's actually a woman!"

The ten disciples of the Dao Sect were surprised, and so was Yang Ji, not so much that she was a woman, but rather at her beauty and demeanor.

The carriage was overturned, but the woman sitting on the cushion remained still, terrifyingly composed, with the poise of an Empress.

Despite sitting, one could tell she was tall and slender, with beautiful long hair and clear eyes sparkling with a spiritual light.

Her skin was white as jade, smooth and delicate, making her look detached from the world, extraordinary in temperament, like a goddess from the Nine Heavens, exceptional in beauty.

The males of the Yaksha Clan were generally extremely ugly, while the females bore a close resemblance to the women of the Human Race and were very beautiful, especially the woman before him, who was beautiful to the extreme.

Cold as an Empress, noble as a celestial maiden!