"You want us to submit? What a colossal joke! How dare you, a mere Seven Tribulations Immortal youngster, utter such ignorant and suicidal words? You're practically begging for death!"
A group of Golden Immortals, seeing Xiu Xuan and his disciples fall, ceased to contemplate the Formation. Seven residual shadows flitted across and unexpectedly joined forces to charge toward Yang Ji.
Without the Immortal Dao Principles, Golden Immortals are like turtles without shells. Whether seven or seventy, Yang Ji feared none of them.
He gripped the Shentu Blade and advanced to meet them head-on.
The blade flashed, the Gale howled!
An earth-shattering battle erupted in an instant.
Space collapsed, and air currents surged violently.
Three hours later, withered grass fell to the ground, and the turbulent air calmed. Lying on the ground were seven figures, each severely injured.
Yang Ji was also covered in blood and had sustained serious injuries, but in the next moment, he recovered.
