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He was now determined to suppress the people of the Ancestral Saint Hall, to prevent them from becoming desperate and harming Bai Bi and the others.

"You, how dare you!"

The Deputy Hall Master, Saint Radiance, who had just arrived, was shocked by this scene. He had not expected Yang Ji to have such an overwhelming advantage. At this moment, it seemed that they were not facing a Five Tribulations Immortal but rather a Heavenly Immortal-level powerhouse, the kind of pressure only such an eminent figure could exert.

As the Deputy Hall Master, Saint Radiance was also an extraordinary person, at the peak of True Immortal cultivation. He instantly moved, and a set of golden battle armor came together around his body. Pieces of armor appeared around his waist, and a massive Fangtian Halberd materialized in his hands. As soon as the Fangtian Halberd appeared, golden fighting aura permeated the surroundings.

This was actually an Immortal Artifact, and moreover, a very powerful one.

The Fangtian Halberd was shrouded in a fierce aura; within it seemed to be billions of souls entwined. It was unclear how many creatures it had killed, but a slight tremor from it would bring forth the taste of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood between Heaven and Earth.

The ambiance of mountains of corpses and seas of blood spread throughout the land.

This was the might revealed by the great halberd, showcasing the terrifying battle achievements of its master.

"Saint King Halberd!"

Saint Radiance swung the great halberd as if to rend the heavens and earth, turning strands of killing intent into spatial rifts that swept towards Yang Ji. Instantly, the ambiance of mountains of corpses and seas of blood expanded, filling the cosmos and crowding the universe. It seemed about to burst apart Heaven and Earth, leaving no place to hide.

Yang Ji, with a backhanded Destruction Hand Seal, directly struck the edge of the "Saint King Halberd," counteracting the might of the Immortal Artifact with his physical body.

The aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was suppressed by his power, disintegrating and vanishing, as a peaceful and righteous energy rippled throughout Heaven and Earth.

"He actually blocked the edge of an Immortal Artifact with his physical body."

"Using his physical body to contend with the edge of an Immortal Artifact, what kind of body is this? His physical body is so powerful?" Some Red Dust Immortals who witnessed this scene couldn't help but have their pupils sharply contract.

"I don't care if you've slain eighteen or eighty Dao Calamities, I will kill, kill, kill, kill!" Huang Dao charged forward, his fighting spirit growing even more fervent, "I am of the Saint King Bloodline, noble and incomparable, not to be desecrated!"

As he spoke, another Immortal Artifact appeared in his hand—a golden sword without a single pattern, entirely sleek, except for a strange gleam flowing along the edge. With a mere vibration, the edge shot out, sweeping up a wave of Immortal Aura.

The aura of this sword was always at the center.

"Saint King Sword, the supreme monarch, the glory of the Saint King!" Holding the "Saint King Sword," an Immortal Artifact of enormous battle prowess, Huang Dao saw his strength and the artifact's power merge as one, his power climbing step by step, nearly equivalent to the combined strength of ten ordinary Red Dust Immortals.

The power of an Immortal Artifact was far more formidable than that of an ordinary Red Dust Immortal.

And Huang Dao's own strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Red Dust Immortal; their combined forces were terrifying to an extreme extent.

That was why he possessed such a powerful fighting spirit and such arrogant capital.

The Saint King Sword tore through Yang Ji's protective Dao aura and directly struck towards the top of his head.

The sharp Sword Qi, like the force of the sun and moon, was unstoppable.

The sword that was slicing at Yang Ji's forehead didn't even produce a mark or a spark, and after a moment of stupor, it was revealed to be just an afterimage.

"It's useless. Although your Immortal Artifacts are powerful, they can't harm me." Yang Ji reached out to catch both the "Saint King Halberd" and the "Saint King Sword," realizing the tremendous power of these two Immortal Artifacts, the craftsmanship far more exquisite than those sold in the Myriad Realms Tower.

"Too arrogant, actually trying to seize my Immortal Artifact. The Saint King Sword has been cultivated with my heart's blood for ten thousand years, already fused with my flesh and blood, and the Artifact Spirit has become my clone. Your attempt to take it is a delusional fantasy."

Huang Dao's great sword slashed again, piercing towards Yang Ji's most vulnerable parts of his eyes with concentrated edge.

Yet Yang Ji merely sneered. As the sword neared, he suddenly dodged to the side by employing the Wings of Time-Space, then, unleashing the power of twenty Dao Principles, he displayed his terrifying strength. With one grasp, he caught the great sword, then shook and tore it away.

Huang Dao's entire arm, holding the sword, was ripped off, and the Saint King Sword fell into his hands.

"Ah!"

Huang Dao let out an earth-shattering howl. The pain of a severed arm and the loss of an Immortal Artifact drove him into complete frenzy, unable to contain the mad fighting spirit of the Saint King Bloodline surging in his veins.

"You, you dare to tear off my arm and take my Saint King Sword!"

Huang Dao howled furiously, and suddenly he displayed an even more formidable Great Immortal Technique. Flames blazed furiously upon his body as the Saint King's apparition condensed once again above him, this time much clearer, as if a real Saint King from the Immortal Realm had descended to the mortal world.

That Saint King seemed to vaguely transform into his avatar.

Crack, crack, his severed arm regrew, stronger than before.

The Saint King Sword, taken away by Yang Ji, trembled violently, emitting roars and wails as if billions of beings were issuing the most intense cry of their lives, struggling to break free from Yang Ji's suppressive control.

Simultaneously, with a cold expression, Huang Dao in perfect sync with his Clone Technique, "Saint King Sage," struck at Yang Ji with "Saint King's Sanction."

As "Saint King's Sanction" was launched, it exploded mid-air, transforming into a sky full of Saint Radiance. The golden-hued Saint Radiance furiously surged towards Yang Ji.

The Saint Radiance bombarded Yang Ji, immediately dispersing the protective Dao Qi around him, cracks appearing on his body, the Primordial Spirit beginning to disintegrate, and even the Saint King Sword in his hand started to slip, threatening to return to its rightful owner.

Huang Dao stood his ground, launching Saint King's Sanction, while the several Red Dust Immortals swirling around him formed an Immortal Formation, which suddenly changed, each one transforming into something resembling Magical Treasures or blade leaves of armor, attaching themselves to Huang Dao's body.

This was an odd Immortal Technique, the True Immortal Transforming Armor.

Just think, suddenly gaining a suit of armor, and each piece of this armor was a transformed Red Dust Immortal; how formidable would the strength of this armor be?

With the armor on, Huang Dao's strength increased once again, his entire body now protected by a thick layer of Battle Armor. The Saint King Sword even slipped out of Yang Ji's hand and flew back into his grasp. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Impressive, this Saint King's Sanction, truly extraordinary!" Yang Ji's expression darkened, yet he was not at all flustered.

Seizing the chance while Yang Ji was injured, another strike of Saint Radiance was launched, the Saint King Halberd trembling as it executed another ferocious Great Immortal Technique, also aiming at Yang Ji.

The two peerless masters joined forces in their attack, determined to kill Yang Ji.

"Hmph! Destruction!" Suddenly, Yang Ji lifted his gaze, and with one palm, the Destruction Hand Seal, he instantly shattered Saint Radiance's attack.

"How is this possible? How did he resist my attack!" Saint Radiance seemed somewhat incredulous, for his move, like the Saint King's Sanction, was a Great Immortal Technique of terrifying might.

"Nothing is impossible!" Yang Ji's palm thundered forward, sending Saint Radiance flying.

"This is? Twenty-two Dao Principles? You, monster!" Saint Radiance suddenly went into a frenzy.

"Twenty-two Dao Principles, I'll kill them all the same!" Huang Dao became more and more arrogant as his body leapt into the air with a strike of the Saint King Sword, even causing Yang Ji's Destruction Hand Seal to crack.

Embued with the strength of many Red Dust Immortals, he was truly formidable!

"I too shall kill!" Saint Radiance, driven to madness, executed another lethal move once again.

However, Yang Ji activated the Wings of Time-Space and suddenly vanished from the spot.

With his disappearance, Huang Dao's ultimate technique, the Saint King's Sanction, and Saint Radiance's Immortal Technique collided with each other; it was as if the two of them were forcefully clashing against one another.

"Not good."

Huang Dao's complexion changed and he immediately retracted his Saint King's Sanction inward.

He had cultivated this Great Immortal Technique to the point where he could control it with ease; with a slight intention, he could fully withdraw it.

"This person is truly formidable, remaining calm and collected under such a siege!"

"The potential he's shown is what's truly terrifying, twenty-two Dao Principles!"

A crowd of Red Dust Immortals were astonished.