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Zhao Yang held the incense in his left hand, urging the Beautiful Woman of the Flying Immortal Sect to act quickly, as time was running out. The time of Half a Incense Stick would soon pass, and his serious demeanor resembled that of a scholar deeply engrossed in research.
However, the onlookers were filled with dread.
Because none of them could move.
"Realm Pressure?!" Many cultivators were terrified. How could such a calm and composed young man exert Realm Pressure at such a young age?
"No, it's not Realm Pressure. There are experts among us at the Nascent Soul Stage, and there's even a sect leader here. Although it's a small sect, it’s still not something this young man's cultivation can compare to. His cultivation fluctuation seems to be only at the Divine Transformation Stage. This is mental pressure; his mental growth must be terrifying—there's no doubt he is Yuan Lie! Otherwise, why would the waiter be so afraid of him just now?" An expert explained, sharing his insights.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang raised his voice slightly and slapped the air towards the Beautiful Woman, saying, "If you don't act soon, do you want me to take action?"
The Beautiful Woman of the Flying Immortal Sect flew backward, crashing into a courtyard pillar. She spat blood, her eyes filled with fear as she knelt before Zhao Yang, pleading, "Senior, please spare me. I am young and ignorant; I have offended you. I beg you to show mercy and let me and my senior brother go. We are from the Flying Immortal Sect."
Zhao Yang snorted. It was better if she hadn’t mentioned the Flying Immortal Sect; now he couldn’t let her go. He despised when others brought up their background in conversation with him because Zhao Yang never relied on any backing. In fact, he didn’t need any backing at all; if he had to name one, it would be Sun Wukong, the Monkey King who stood shoulder to shoulder with the heavens.
Zhao Yang remained silent, watching as the incense in his hand burned down slowly. He muttered under his breath, "It burns so slowly!"
To the Beautiful Woman's ears, this made her heart chill. But then Zhao Yang did something that left everyone dumbfounded—he pouted and blew on the incense in an attempt to make it burn faster!
"This... is so shameless!" A cultivator thought to himself.
The Beautiful Woman grew anxious and said, "Please spare us! If you let us go, I am willing to do anything for you!"
"Really?!" Zhao Yang seemed to show some interest.
Seeing an opportunity, the Beautiful Woman thought all men were the same. She revealed a seductive smile and feigned shyness, her bosom heaving slightly as she parted her cherry lips and said, "I am willing to do anything."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Alright then, I'll give you one chance—kill him!"
"You tricked me!" The beautiful woman had not yet spoken when the silent man beside her erupted in anger. He roared, breaking free from his mental shackles, and charged at Zhao Yang. However, after just a few steps, he slowly crumpled to the ground. Zhao Yang, using the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye, instantly shattered the man's neural pathways, causing blood to pour from his seven orifices as he gasped for breath.
Zhao Yang turned to the beautiful woman and said, "He is not dead yet. If you kill yourself, I will let this man live. If you kill him, you can live."
Without a moment's hesitation, the beautiful woman rushed forward and struck the man's crown with her palm, ending his life in the face of his terrified gaze.
Panic washed over her as she looked up at Zhao Yang, only to feel a sharp pain in her neck. Her head tilted, and darkness enveloped her.
The onlookers sighed in disbelief. Hadn't he said that as long as the woman killed her senior brother, she could live? Why was he going back on his word?
Zhao Yang glanced calmly at the immobilized crowd and stated, "I said half a stick of incense's time; that time has already passed!"
He pointed to the remaining third of the incense stick in his hand before tossing it to the ground and walking out of Sky One Tower.
"From now on, I am the demon!"
The voice of the young man echoed in the ears of all present. The demon he spoke of was different from those of the demon clan; it referred to a human demon. Throughout history, those who transformed from human to demon were never simple figures; they left their names etched in cultivation history but were also targets of collective pursuit by all. This young man boldly claimed himself as a demon without an ounce of fear.
Not long after Zhao Yang left, the cultivators within Sky One Tower regained their ability to move. They awakened from their panic; the impact of that young man had been profound, as if he did not belong to this world at all.
A handsome man dressed in a long robe appeared at Sky One Tower. He picked up the body of his brother, who had been killed with chopsticks, and wept bitterly. "Brother! Who killed you? I will find this person and tear them apart! I will slaughter all their family and friends without leaving a single one alive! I swear it! I swear to heaven!"
He gazed down at his brother's lifeless form, tears streaming down his face.
The crowd murmured in sympathy; this was yet another feud arising from the cultivation world. Such conflicts were common in this realm filled with various hatreds. However, they knew that if this man hadn't provoked that young man first and pushed his luck repeatedly, he likely wouldn't have faced such a harsh fate. After all, that young man had intended to leave but was called back.
The handsome man's expression grew increasingly cold as he surveyed everyone present. A chill settled over them like falling into an ice pit. He declared, "Speak! Who did this? Otherwise, none of you will leave!"
The man's murderous aura suddenly surged, causing everyone to retreat in fear.
"We don't know who that person is, but his mental strength is extremely powerful. He is likely the legendary genius from the Five Great Sects, Yuan Lie!" someone said to the man.
"Yuan Lie!" The Handsome Man's heart raced. He loathed Yuan Lie, having heard of him before. Yuan Lie possessed the Mind Control super Forbidden Technique, far surpassing ordinary geniuses. How could he possibly be involved with his brother?
However, in the next moment, he felt another presence before him. Zhao Yang had returned, standing above him and looking down. "Originally, I didn't want to show up after hearing Yuan Lie's name, thinking it would be better for you to find him. But after hearing your vow, I think it's best if I take matters into my own hands."
The onlookers gasped. The Handsome Man realized it was Zhao Yang who had spoken. He pointed at the dead man on the ground and asked, "Why did you kill my brother?"
Zhao Yang's response was simple: "Because I felt like it."
The Handsome Man roared in fury; this person was a devil, treating human life as a joke. He unleashed his strongest technique, his aura crashing down like a falling star, fierce and unstoppable.
But to everyone’s eyes, the youth merely flicked his fingers with a casual gesture—a stroke here and a dot there—and the Handsome Man's movement abruptly halted as he fell from the air.
This was a display of Zhao Yang's mastery of the Void Blade at an extraordinarily high level; no one could see the trajectory of the Void Blade.
The Handsome Man crashed to the ground, shattered into pieces.
Everyone present gaped in disbelief, unable to speak. Just how strong was this youth? It was clear to anyone that the Handsome Man was exceptionally powerful; aside from one or two sect leaders present, no one could rival him.
Yet this youth, with such nonchalance, had simply drawn two lines with his fingers and ended the life of a formidable expert.
"It’s Hua Wuhen from Flying Immortal Sect," one cultivator recognized the slain man.
Hua Wuhen had already made a name for himself years ago. In the imperial city, he was one of the few unparalleled experts aside from Zhongzhou Royal Family's Third Young Master. To see him die so easily now was truly chilling; it felt like a tale from a fantasy world.
"Who dares to kill my Disciple!"
In the next moment, the void trembled, and a loud voice echoed, shaking the eardrums of all who heard it.
A golden-haired man appeared, his expression serious, eyes filled with hatred, as if a deity had descended from the heavens. He stood in mid-air, the wild wind swirling around him, toppling everyone in his presence.
"It’s the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect!" a cultivator shouted in panic, fleeing in terror. However, after just a few steps, his body exploded into a shower of blood and shattered bones!
A few others attempted to escape as well, having heard that the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect was ruthless and had a fondness for beautiful men. He was at the Dao Fruit Stage, possessing extraordinary cultivation methods and mysterious movements. Countless members of royal families had tried to capture him but failed to harm him in the slightest. After the royal families were wiped out, he dared to appear in the cultivation world and established the Flying Immortal Sect, actively recruiting handsome men and women. He propagated the path of union and harmony, a practice that had long been scorned for violating human customs. During grand festivals in his sect, hundreds would engage in debauchery in public squares, extracting each other's essences to refine for their own needs. Their cultivation speed was astonishingly fast, surpassing many prodigies. For many, this was a dream come true—both play and cultivation combined; what could be more enjoyable?
After the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect appeared, he turned his gaze toward Zhao Yang, who stood calmly without a ripple of disturbance. "You killed my Disciple!"
"Shouldn't it be your beloved?" Zhao Yang replied with an odd look directed at the leader.
The leader of the Flying Immortal Sect was a master at the Dao Fruit Stage and immediately recognized Zhao Yang's cultivation level as being at the Divine Transformation Stage!
At that moment, Zhao Yang had nothing to hide; he was indeed at the Divine Transformation Stage. The leader of the Flying Immortal Sect suppressed his anger and asked, "Who exactly are you? Who is your master?"
"My Master is Sun Wukong!" Zhao Yang declared proudly.
"Never heard of him!" The leader of the Flying Immortal Sect had no knowledge of this Sun Wukong character and felt relieved. He looked at Zhao Yang and said coldly, "You can die now."
A flash of light passed by, and within Sky One Tower came a faint sound akin to flesh being sliced open. Then there was a soft sound as a Primordial Infant flew out from Zhao Yang's neck.
Having offended an unparalleled powerhouse at the Dao Fruit Stage, no one believed this young man would survive. Even if he was invincible among his peers and exceptionally talented, some felt pity for him.
Yet, astonishingly, the young man remained unscathed, standing firm in place.
Didn’t die? Confusion filled the hearts of the crowd. A small cultivator at the Divine Transformation Stage had survived a battle against a formidable opponent at the Dao Fruit Stage?
A corpse of a Lamb appeared before everyone’s eyes, and the escaping Primordial Spirit remained in its Lamb form, unable to transform into a human body or restore its boundless power. Before it could do anything, the young man grasped it in his hand and crushed it with a loud bang. He staggered back two steps, his hand trembling slightly; it was evident that the explosion of the Primordial Infant had caused him some pain.
Yes, just pain.
The leader of the Flying Immortal Sect was dead?
This must be a dream; it had to be a dream. Some cultivators shook their heads, unable to comprehend what they had witnessed today. Their worldview felt completely shattered.
Fighting above one’s level was something legendary geniuses could do; they all knew that. But fighting two levels above? They had never heard of such a thing. Theoretically, with a disparity in strength by thousands or hundreds of times, it was impossible—like an ant battling a giant dragon, unless the dragon suddenly went mad and died.
Yet, the truth lay before them: the young man was unharmed while the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect lay dead.
The Primordial Infant that escaped was crushed by the young man.
Zhao Yang knew he couldn’t defeat the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect, who was many times more powerful than him. So he resorted to using the Transform into Sheep Technique. Tragically, the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect died without ever understanding how he had met his end. In his final moments, he only felt his Daoist power dissipating and found himself unable to use True Qi.
A barely audible voice echoed in his ears.
“I’ll turn you into a sheep.”
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