My Informative Cultivation Life

But at this moment, the white-haired elders and others were indeed seriously injured, while seven of the City Lords of Baxuan City had all disappeared, replaced by a strange and charming man.

As the black qi from the little girl merged into the body of the charming man, information immediately appeared: "Alien hearts unified, one body eight facets, each facet flawless."

"A fierce weapon!"

"Such a strong aura, such a strong intent to kill, this is not good!"

Just as Yang Ji was gazing intently, an astonishing aura of slaughter, like an arrow, surged from the man before him.

The sword formed by the killing intent was too sharp, creating the illusion that anyone who faced it would surely die.

Yang Ji swiftly retreated, while his flying sword "swooshed" out twice, striking towards the overwhelming killing aura.

Boom!

The air exploded, like a dust explosion, with specks of fire twinkling in the sky, a massive shockwave spreading outwards.

Yang Ji was blown back five zhang, his internal energies in disarray.

He was secretly astonished. Knowing the strength of his physique was comparable to a high-grade spiritual artifact, he was now shaken to the point where his blood was vibrating, his muscles were trembling, and even his bones were making creaking noises. The impact of this killing intent was this powerful.

Settling his energy in his Dantian, Yang Ji rapidly adjusted his breathing. Now, with focused eyes, as the dust settled, there appeared a man enveloped in an overwhelming murderous aura, red light swirling around him.

This killing intent did not originate from hatred, but rather, it was an aura naturally exuded from slaughtering too many people.

The man before him seemed like a God of Slaughter, having killed countless individuals, with the souls of the dead entwined around him, turning into red light that screeched.

This man held a black and white sword, dressed in tight-fitting black clothes, with a patterned black band holding back his long hair, and a pair of eyes that were deep and dark, like the gates to the abyss of Hell had opened.

Upon receiving a glance from this godlike man, Yang Ji immediately felt the dense Sword Intent hidden in the man's eyes. This tangible Sword Intent was only revealed when he was in the man's gaze.

Realm: Golden Core pinnacle.

Strength: Five times that of Golden Core pinnacle.

This was the assessment Yang Ji had made.

"You are strong, able to take on my killing aura. I have slept for a long time, and it was you who awakened me."

The man, akin to the God of Slaughter, looked sideways with one hand holding the sword, pointing it at Yang Ji, "I bear you no goodwill or grudge, but since you have awakened me. Then let me test out this long-slept sword in my hand. This is fate."

The killing intent suddenly rose, the air turned sharp, and the gusts that blew were enough to leave white marks on the skin.

At the same time, the flying sword in Yang Ji's hand began to tremble.

This tremor was not out of fear, but rather the flying sword was resonating with the swordsman's intention, responding to the sword master's excitement.

Led by Sword Intent, the Sword Intent within Yang Ji also surged out, forming a Sword Domain.

"One Slash of the Edge!"

Without warning, the God of Slaughter-like man raised his head, his hand flickered with a cold light as an astounding rainbow appeared, silencing the gods above, turning the heavens a fearful cold light.

The man made his move in an instant, with momentum like a rainbow, his sword directly breaking Yang Ji's Sword Domain, and the Reaper's sword instantly came before him.

The sword light that made heaven and earth change color reached its pinnacle of speed, and in a flash, it was already at Yang Ji's brow, a longsword of three feet pointing directly at the retreating Yang Ji, and a sudden crisis arose.

Fast, too fast!

Yang Ji had not yet seen how the man made his move; as soon as the sword light appeared, it was already pointing at his brow.

A small bead of blood was already drawn on his forehead by the killing intent, and as he launched the sword wings, he pulled to maximum speed, retreating as he raised his sword to block. The two touched and separated immediately.

"Under my sword, countless souls have perished, do not try to escape, though of course, escape is futile!"

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The callous words of the God of Slaughter made Yang Ji feel pressure, a pressure so extreme that merely wielding his sword casually, he caught a glimpse of the Reaper beckoning, a sight too horrifying for words.

"Second Slash of Sharpness!"

The God of Slaughter's murderous aura burst forth as he lifted his sword for another strike, arriving in an instant. With just one swing, few could stand against it.

"One Sword Across the Sky!"

Yang Ji leaped into action, his Sword Intent surging. He struck back with his sword, his fighting spirit boundless and unyielding.

"Third Slash of Slaughter!" "Dao of Li Sword!"

"Four Slashes of the Flesh!" "Dao of Xun Sword!"

"Fifth Slash of Will!" "Shocking Sword Dao!"

"Sixth Slash of Resentment!" "Dao of the Kui Sword!"

"Seventh Slash of Life!" "Dao of Li and Xun Swords!"

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Yang Ji, employing the Gui Cang Sword Technique, clashed with the God of Slaughter, sparks and lightning flying between them as they exchanged countless blows in a moment.

He was secretly shocked by the strength and intensity of the murderous aura of the man before him, protecting his entire body without a single flaw, the strongest of his peers he had encountered thus far.

The strength of this man astounded him.

To kill him, the only way was to break the sword in his hand.

"You can block a few of my moves; you're a good sword. It's a pity you haven't drunk enough blood, beheaded too few. Your sharpness is ample, but your murderous intent still lacks maturity," said the God of Slaughter, looking up with his eyes now a blood-red expanse resembling a purgatory where eight different sorrowful fates played out.

"However, you've now earned the right to know my name, the one who will kill you, Di Xuansha!" said the God of Slaughter, his aura as overpowering as a rainbow.

Yang Ji frowned, feeling as though he was not facing one person, but eight.

His body seemed to be a prison, containing eight different personalities, eight consciousnesses that could be manipulated at will, truly bizarre.

"This black sword has taken the lives of one hundred thirty-six enemies for survival, this white sword has taken the lives of one hundred fifty-four enemies for cultivation. You, I quite fancy, could merge into me, become a part of me," said Di Xuansha, slightly tilting his body, with a single sword pointed directly and an air of disdain flowing naturally.

"A destiny born for slaughter, and yet slaughter is just your shell. I can see only the edge of the sword but not the person holding it. A supposed king of swords, a pity that he has become a slave to slaughter. The sharpness of a sword can never cloak the weakness within your heart!" Yang Ji proclaimed, his sword slanted in response, having witnessed the eight tragic fates in his opponent's eyes.

"Hmm?" Di Xuansha's aura fluctuated wildly, his black sword slanting, his murderous intent intensifying. "I despise the perseverance of the weak; they should become the lost souls beneath the sword!"

Di Xuansha's aura suddenly surged, red glows and black flames intertwined on his body, murderous and malevolent qi coexisting, his aura reaching its peak.

"Eight Soul Slasher!"

Di Xuansha split into eight figures, all attacking at once, their momentum shaking heaven and earth.

With the launch of this sword, life and death were divided, the very sword of slaughter.

"This sword!" A white-haired elder among the onlookers felt his heart sink, inwardly cursing the situation.

This sword's murderous aura was boundless, its Sword Qi merging with the void, too powerful.

It was even stronger, more terrifying than the move the charming young man had used against the sporty girl.

Seeing this, the sporty girl's face also turned slightly pale.

As Di Xuansha launched his attack, Yang Ji's expression shifted subtly as well, but his eyes held no fear. Sword Intent burst from within him, and he unleashed a sword strike that fused the four Sword Daos of the Gui Cang Sword Technique. Becoming one with the sword, he lunged towards Di Xuansha.

(Really like the black and white Di Xuansha.)

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