"Not being able to use tricks is really frustrating. If we were anywhere else, I would have made this Mo Tian into a Primordial Spirit Fruit!"
Yang Ji’s figure swayed as he wiped away the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth; he wasn’t afraid, just gave a cold sneer and stared right back at him.
"The look in this kid’s eyes... I really dislike it! His physical body is extraordinary; find an opportunity to imprison his Demon Soul and extract the secret of his formidable body to learn what Cultivation Technique he practices?"
Mo Tian’s face turned gloomy, his eyes narrowing like a venomous snake, his menacing aura pervasive and malevolently sinister.
"Your body has been pierced by me, you have no fighting power—what kind of courage do you have to face me directly like this?"
"Is it the courage given to you by the Demon Consort? Today, backed by the Demon Abyss, I shall not only kill you but also capture the Demon Consort."
Mo Tian stepped forward, looking down at Yang Ji with disdain, wanting to see through his secrets.
"If you think I’m at your mercy, you might as well come over and try," said Yang Ji indifferently, showing no sign of peculiarity.
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"Hmm?" Mo Tian suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze tightening as he laughed strangely, "Gathering strength in secret? Your cultivation is not bad, but your techniques are terribly poor. Even if I were to stand here and let you attack, you would hardly injure me."
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Mo Tian moved with ease, sensing Yang Ji’s intentions; he no longer felt any apprehension.
As he approached, Yang Ji remained unmoved, while Mo Tian sneered, "You suddenly giving up resistance has dampened my initial excitement by more than half, you deserve to be punished—die!"
Yang Ji kept his eyes closed, masking the depths of his gaze where a fantastic world was slowly taking shape.
Just as Mo Tian struck, Yang Ji abruptly opened his eyes, divine light swirling within them.
The Supreme Divine Power, Ultimate Nightmare, was unleashed, plunging Mo Tian into Hell instantly.
All manner of great terrors conjured from Yang Ji’s imagination proliferated, assailing Mo Tian’s mind and spirit.
"Ultimate Nightmare? A mere trick, and you think you can trap me?" Mo Tian snorted coldly as the light from the Demon Pearl in his palm surged, instantly dispersing the Dreamscape created by Yang Ji.
After unleashing the Ultimate Nightmare, Yang Ji didn’t idle either; he lifted his finger and shot out a ray of light, which was the Fate-Pointing Finger.
The Fate-Pointing Finger came from the Demon Consort, and he could now use it as long as he did not invoke the Path of Destiny.
"What?" The ray of light shot forth, unstoppable, and directly sliced into the Demon Soul, causing the cold smile on Mo Tian’s face to freeze and his body to shudder, "Is this Destiny Techniques?"
This shock instantly enraged Mo Tian.
"You’ve cut a thousand years off my life—I want you dead!" Mo Tian’s frenzy unleashed, the light from the Demon Pearl on his chest flaring wildly as several Immortal Techniques were being furiously prepared inside, obviously intending to deliver a deadly finishing blow.
"I’ll lend you my Magic Tree for now!" From behind, the Demon Consort finally spoke up. A flash of dark light shimmered in her palm, and a robust little tree appeared in her hand; with a flick, it appeared before Yang Ji.
"Many thanks to the Demon Consort!" Yang Ji eyed the Magic Tree, a surge of brilliance in his eyes.
This Magic Tree was an extraordinary treasure, a spirit plant of heaven and earth, similar to the Demon Pearl, as it could also enhance the power of one’s techniques.
It was apparent that compared to before, the Magic Tree had undergone several transformations and had grown stronger, enhancing its master’s abilities to a greater extent.
Yang Ji grasped the Magic Tree, knowing the Demon Consort had removed the restrictions, and he was now free to use it as well.
Without hesitation, he channeled divine powers like the Ultimate Nightmare, Fate-Pointing Finger, Nine Nether Claw, Silent Extermination Kick, Asura Finger, Demon God’s Wrath, Heaven-Supporting Demon Hand, Xing Xiong’s Demonic Qi, and so on, all through the Magic Tree and out in one burst.
The world trembled as these Great Divine Powers erupted, their might comparable to Immortal Techniques. The force behind the Supreme Divine Power Ultimate Nightmare and the Fate-Pointing Finger nearly reached the level of Great Immortal Techniques.
Yang Ji was astonished, marveling at the miraculous nature of the Magic Tree, truly worthy of being one of the Heavenly Demon Clan’s Supreme Treasures. Its profoundness was second only to the legendary Primordial Demon Tree.
Suddenly, he was tempted—if he could claim the Magic Tree as his own, then his strength would greatly increase.
The power of the top-level Immortal Techniques unleashed would become more formidable.
Eventually, even without using Magical Treasures, just relying on the enhanced techniques from the Magic Tree, he would be able to slaughter enemies of the same rank.
As the Magic Tree continued to evolve, it might even become possible to fight across levels.
However, Yang Ji merely entertained the thought; the Demon Consort was no simple character, being an offspring of the Demon Ancestor. If he were to steal her Magic Tree and provoke the Demon Ancestor, that would be problematic.
Although he possessed the Destiny Twin Tracks Technique to shield against others’ divinations, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Who could know the extent of the Demon Ancestor’s godlike, all-penetrating Divine Skills?
Yang Ji had not yet reached the Immortal King Realm and could not know for sure.
Being cautious was for the best.
With a burst through the Magic Tree, he released over a dozen Divine Abilities of the Heavenly Demons, their fearsome power instantly crushing the Immortal Techniques released by Mo Tian.
"What?" The unexpected development shocked Mo Tian, his expression shifting rapidly from ridicule to horror, culminating in a frozen look of terror.
Overwhelmed by the divine powers, Mo Tian screamed tragically, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his red hair billowing as he appeared frenzied like a devil suppressed in the depths of Hell suddenly making a return to the world, filled with malice.
He let out an extremely shrill and fierce scream, blood-red cruelty gleaming in his eyes: "Insect...you damned insect. You actually hurt me—I want you dead."
"This Magic Tree is too delightful," Yang Ji’s eyes brightened, and hearing Mo Tian’s words, he immediately sneered, "You want me dead, let’s see who dies first!"