Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Standing on the arena, Lu Xuanji quietly waited.

Swish!

At this moment, a flash of light flickered, and a Great Demon flew onto the arena, with a burly body and a powerful aura, carrying the breath of the Profound Nether all over.

"I am the Profound Nether Demon King, and today I will kill you, human slave!"

The words of this Great Demon carried disdain, yet his arms were tense, constantly ready to guard against an attack from Lu Xuanji.

"A Great Demon of the Black Tortoise lineage!"

Lu Xuanji smiled, not drawing his blade this time.

He felt a pressure from the Great Demon, but it was merely pressure.

Whoosh whoosh!

Activating the spell, white flames surged forth, transforming into a fire dragon a zhang long, sweeping forward.

The Pure Yang True Flame burned forth, annihilating everything, destroying all.

The Profound Nether Demon King was slightly surprised and immediately activated his magical power. Instantly, black Profound Nether True Water rushed forth, carrying an aura that froze everything, sweeping in to extinguish the area.

Water and fire clashed together.

Pure Yang True Flame, representing the ultimate in fire, burns all; even at the Immortal Realm, its power does not diminish.

Once, an Immortal activated the Pure Yang True Flame, burning the endless void, incinerating the monsters beyond the realm.

Profound Nether True Water, one of the nine great true waters, represents the ultimate cold, capable of freezing everything.

Ice and fire clashed, opposing energies colliding, mutually extinguishing and cancelling each other out.

Pure Yang True Flame, Profound Nether True Water, neither inherently stronger nor weaker, only seeing whose magical power was more abundant to sustain for a longer time.

Only ten breaths later, the power of the Pure Yang True Flame increased, while the influence of the Profound Nether True Water diminished.

Whoosh whoosh!

With a few flickers, the flames swept forth, instantly extinguishing the Profound Nether True Water, and extinguishing the body of the Profound Nether Demon King. A Great Demon could withstand no more than three breaths under the Pure Yang True Flame before being burned to ashes.

Whoosh whoosh!

Lu Xuanji slightly sighed, sitting back in place, taking out some middle-grade Spirit Stones appearing to restore his magical power. About a quarter of an hour later, he stood up and looked toward the demon race, provocatively saying, "Demon Race Golden Core, who dares to fight me? Remember, my dao title is Xuanji True Master!"

"Who still dares to fight?"

The voice spread in all directions, the provocations even more intense.

"Too arrogant!"

"I want to go up!"

"Kill without mercy!"

"No! No!"

At this moment, countless demon race geniuses were furious, wanting to rush onto the arena and cut off Lu Xuanji's head.

But they were soon intercepted by their kin.

In the midst of battle, Lu Xuanji had already shown parts of his cards, revealing a ferocious side.

Most Golden Core Great Demons who entered the arena would only be walking to their deaths.

Only those top Golden Core Great Demons could contend with Lu Xuanji, albeit with uncertain chances and risks.

Many Golden Core Great Demons pondered how they would confront the enemy if they went onto the arena.

...

At this moment, numerous Nascent Soul Great Demons were red-eyed, their gaze like lightning, as if they would glare him to death.

Especially the Black Tortoise lineage, brimming with killing intent, as if they would rush onto the arena and devour Lu Xuanji whole.

The Black Tortoise lineage had a long lifespan, belonging to the long-lived kinds among the demon race, but beneath the lengthy lifespan was a pitiful reproductive capability, with sparse numbers of tribe members.

Especially the pure-blooded Black Tortoise were rarer, and as long as they did not fall by halfway, they stood a great chance of entering the Nascent Soul.

But now, they had been directly wiped out by Lu Xuanji.

Several Demon Emperors of the Black Tortoise lineage itched to act, eager to eliminate him.

But after gritting their teeth, they gave up.

"Daoist friend, a genius of the human race is born, with hopes of reaching Nascent Soul in the future!" said the Golden Crow Demon Emperor, his pupils looking at Lu Xuanji as if to see through the mystery hidden in the mist.

"Hopes of reaching Nascent Soul... Haha, Daoist friend jests. Those Golden Core True Masters, Golden Core Great Demons, which one in their youth wasn't said to have hopes for Nascent Soul, yet how many truly step into the Nascent Soul Realm!" said the Kunpeng Demon Emperor, speaking with a slight disdain, "But this human race genius is indeed somewhat troublesome. Ordinary Golden Core Great Demons really are not his match! Only the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow lineage, that peerless genius, could suppress this human race genius!"

The Golden Crow Demon Emperor hesitated slightly, for if the Golden Crow Saint Heir won, it would be all well and good, but if he lost, the loss would be significant.

"Clan Leader, let me go!"

At this moment, a blond youth spoke, activating his token to turn into a ray of light and stepping onto the arena.

Swish!

The blonde youth stood on the arena opposite Lu Xuanji, his eyes flashing with golden light, as if to see through everything.

"Lu Xuanji, I know you. Originally a disciple of a small cultivating immortality family, later valued by the Ye Family, and further favored by the True Monarch Xi Yue, rising from humility, step by step reaching this moment to prove your Golden Core. Standing above a billion humans, above a million cultivators. If your life were written as a biography, it would be quite inspirational in the Mortal World!"

The Golden Crow Saint Heir spoke, his words filled with admiration, but as he spoke here, his tone turned cold: "Only, your life, should end here as well. Today is the day your fate ends!"

"Is that so? To die at the hands of the Golden Crow Saint Heir, I would not have lived this life in vain, come on, kill me!"

Lu Xuanji laughed, "A mere beast with a few feathers, a three-legged crow, playing the big-tailed wolf! Being so arrogant, believe it or not, I'll kill you later!"

"Presumptuous. I carry the bloodline of the Golden Crow progenitor, am the favored of the sun, a child of the heavens, an emperor of the demon race, I am already a pure-blooded Fifth Rank, with hopes of Divinity Transformation in the future, how could a human slave like you compare?" the Golden Crow Saint Heir sneered, his words lofty.

As if the emperor was scorning a lowly plebeian.

Though Lu Xuanji had killed some Golden Core Great Demons, in the eyes of the Golden Crow Saint Heir, he was still a lowly plebeian.

Just like when Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, many gentry still looked down on him as a mere beggar.

Moreover, the Golden Crow Saint Heir had reasons for his pride.

The demon race paid utmost attention to bloodline, everything else was lower grade, only the high bloodline was esteemed.

A pure-blooded Six Rank demon beast faced no bottlenecks before Divinity Transformation, innately proud, looking down on Lu Xuanji.

"A king does not pride himself on bloodline, rather, it is the descendants of the king who pride themselves on bloodline. Just like the Golden Crow progenitor, he didn't create supreme achievements because of the Golden Crow bloodline, rather, because of him, the Golden Crow bloodline became incomparably noble!" Lu Xuanji smiled faintly, clenching his fist, with a trace of killing intent, "And now, I will shatter your bloodline honor with my fists, crush your pride."

"Your so-called pride is of no worth in the eyes of the strong."