My Informative Cultivation Life

"Such a beauty; it should be the elder brother who enjoys her first!" a disciple of the Demon Sect said with a sneer.

"These people are indeed exceptionally beautiful. Playing with them would surely have a unique flavor, especially that descendant of Luo Shen!" Xiong Yingfei's lips curled up with an obscene smile, as he said to Yan Zhan, "Back then, you were as pure as a fairy and wouldn't spare me a glance.

Today, I will strip you of your clothes piece by piece and see if you can still be as proud and sanctimonious as you were when you scream!"

"Hmm?" Yang Ji's brows furrowed, as he quietly stepped in front of Yan Zhan, rage boiling inside him. He looked at Xiong Yingfei and said, "I was going to punch you to death, but now I've changed my mind. I'm going to pull out your teeth one by one before I beat you to death with my fists!"

His gaze was ice-cold, and murderous aura surged in his heart more intensely than ever, making his robe flutter noisily.

Yan Zhan looked at this broad back, blinked her beautiful eyes, and the words she had meant to retort with also disappeared between her reddened lips as he shielded her.

"Come over here and die!" Yang Ji's body suddenly shook, his aura fluid like water yet decisive and formidable, erupting from his body as though he was the Supreme Immortal King, unparalleled in elegance.

Yang Ji rarely became angry.

The supreme aura born from slaughter, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instinctively embodied a supremacy that chilled one's spine.

In that instant, he seemed to transform into a different person.

In the middle of everyone's shocked gazes, he stepped toward Xiong Yingfei with overwhelmingly superior momentum.

"Come here!" Yang Ji's voice was as cold as the Reaper's.

"Who are you?"

The change in Yang Ji startled even the nine masters of the Black Demon Sect, and even Xiong Yingfei's pupils shrank in surprise.

The Yang Ji from before had exuded the aura of a leader, but now his aura burst forth, deep and vast, and he transformed into a figure worthy of the Immortal Rankings.

Now, he had become an entirely different person, valiant and overbearing, descending like the God of Slaughter with infinite might.

"Very well, it seems I underestimated you, but this makes things more interesting. I'll beat you half to death in front of Yan Zhan, and then, in front of you, I will play with her to my heart's content, which will make it all the more delicious!"

Xiong Yingfei's eyes flickered, but he quickly regained composure, stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes sharp as if he had found his prey and his fun.

"Die!"

Boom!

Xiong Yingfei's voice, carrying wild power, condensed into a beam like a sharp sword, a terrifying supreme sonic Divine Skill, directly aimed at killing Yang Ji.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Yang Ji didn't even blink as several heartbeats sounded, dispersing Xiong Yingfei's sonic Divine Skill immediately with the heartbeat of an Ancient God.

It was then, hearing the heartbeat, that Xiong Yingfei suddenly clutched at his heart, his complexion changing momentarily.

He quickly formed a hand seal, and a flash of treasure light entered his body, "Talisman protects the body!"

A Dao Talisman wrapped around his heart, emitting a sturdy divine light from its Dao Runes, protecting Xiong Yingfei's heart from invasion.

"Nine Nether Claw!" It was at this moment that Yang Ji took a step in the air, landing above Xiong Yingfei's head, reaching down with his fingers, intending to pluck off his head.

"Thunderbolt Flash!" Xiong Yingfei reacted extremely swiftly, his form turning into a streak of lightning, like the first thunderbolt in the world. In a flash, he appeared several miles away, evading the strike.

But Yang Ji's reaching hand didn't stop there; with a backhanded grab, he seized the neck of a Disciple of the Demon Sect.

"You were quite lively just now, but you died just as quickly." Yang Ji's gaze was cold to the extreme, and with a twist of his five fingers, the head of the Disciple of the Demon Sect, who had just spoken about playing with Shang Guanwu and the others, was plucked off on the spot.

"Ah, elder brother, save me!" The man was truly terrified. Held in Yang Ji's hand, he felt an irresistible authority.

"Die!" Yang Ji growled, his fingers clenching, and bang! The man's head exploded, and his soul was extinguished.

A leader-level genius had died.

To the side, a disciple of the Demon Emperor's complexion turned drastically, waving his hand, he sent out ten thousand Shaking Demon Lights, attempting to assassinate Yang Ji who was approaching.

But Yang Ji suddenly turned, his hand shot out, and the Invincible was displayed, grabbing and crushing the Shaking Demon Lights, with the World Force swirling between his fingers, annihilating all demon light.

Then his fingers drilled mercilessly into the man's chest.

Crack!

Then with another clench, that person let out a shrill scream, his body twisted like a pretzel, crushed into a mass by Yang Ji's grip.

Too ferocious.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ji had killed two leader-level geniuses.

For a moment, other disciples of the Demon Sect all retreated in succession, stunned by Yang Ji's ferocity.

They wanted to flee, but in the void, figures like Xuan Chi stood coldly, cutting off their retreat.

They couldn't escape at all; they were like turtles in a jar.

"Damn it!" Xiong Yingfei, seeing this, surged with rage and leaped up, his hands intertwining complicated seals. Wave after wave of world-shaking energy brewed within his hands: "Overlord Earthshaking Fist! Five times battle power!"

Boom!

Countless wild currents swirled around him, and those currents coalesced into a towering figure that ruled the world.

"Overlord World Extinguishing!"

He threw a punch, and that dominant figure immediately exerted pressure and descended, infinite rules revolving above his head. The punch, filled with the aura of destruction, smashed down ruthlessly toward Yang Ji.