Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

"Who cares about your nonsense, kill!"

The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow stepped forward, his fist technique roared like thunder, and unleashed a devastating strike. Flames surged on his fist, seemingly intending to ignite the world and burn everything.

The Golden Crow True Flame, burning all things.

With this punch, he resonated with the Great Sun in the sky, a trace of the Power of the Great Sun descended, melting into his bloodline, providing a significant boost to his cultivation.

Under the sunlight, his cultivation forcibly increased by three layers.

"A feathered beast, daring to call itself the Sun?"

Lu Xuanji took a step forward, white flames burning around him, his entire aura rising, Qi and Blood surging, as if magma was boiling, as if great rivers were flowing, as if mountains and rivers were roaring.

A punch shot towards the sky, shattering the heavens.

A punch that suppressed heaven and earth.

Boom, boom, boom!

The two collided, fist against fist, flame against flame.

There was no technique involved, just pure force.

This was a reflection of their confidence and pride.

Lu Xuanji stood unmoving.

The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow also stood unmoving.

Kill!

Lu Xuanji shouted, Pure Yang Power surged, enhancing his body, his body emanated brilliant treasure light, as if forged by a Magical Treasure, unleashing one punch after another, like raindrops, like a storm, sweeping everything, annihilating everything, suppressing everything.

There's nothing a single punch can't solve, if not, then throw another punch.

The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow also drove his fists, transforming into flames to burn, hurling destructive punches.

In his life, he had never retreated.

Even if this human was very powerful, it was still not a reason for him to retreat.

Boom, boom, boom!

On the stage, endless flames were burning, white fires and red fires intertwined, extinguishing each other, the two figures on the stage collided continuously, simple yet violently, clashing like two planets colliding.

Abandon everything, only strike.

Abandon everything, only fight.

After a hundred moves, with a fierce sound, the body of the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow flew backwards, spitting a mouthful of blood, his eyes firmly fixed on Lu Xuanji: "Why are you so overpowering."

"This is just a part of my strength!"

Lu Xuanji responded coldly, stepping forward step by step, each step was a step towards death.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow burned his bloodline, his entire power exploded, his cultivation increased layer by layer, his strength soared, "It's a pity, such a pity! I really didn't want to use the bloodline secret technique, but you forced my hand. Dying at my hands is your pride!"

Lu Xuanji sighed and said: "Oh well, let me show you what true genius is, what true invincible power is?"

Boom!

At that moment, Lu Xuanji activated the [Ant Emperor Divine Form], his body muscles began to change, power increased inexplicably, and simultaneously a strong discomfort surged, the limits of the body were broken, the limits of power were broken, the limits of speed were broken, the limits of the Divine Soul were broken, the limits of True Essence were broken, everything soared to twelve times in an instant.

The heartbeat was accelerating, as if the heart might explode in the next moment.

At this moment, the blood of the body was out of control, Yin and Yang Qi were in chaos, the Five Elements were in chaos, the realm did not change, but the body fell into collapse.

Boom, boom, boom!

A punch was thrown, causing the air to explode.

The breath of destruction tore everything apart.

"No! I refuse to accept this!"

The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow counterattacked, but his body fractured completely, the body was torn apart on the spot.

The scene was extremely tragic.

Many from the Demon Race watching were terror-stricken, their expressions dazed.

The once mighty, seemingly all-conquering Saint Heir of the Golden Crow was beaten to death, his body shattered into two parts, flesh turned into a muddy mess, the misery was indescribable.

"I am not willing!"

"Father, save me!"

The Saint Heir of the Golden Crow begged for help.

Swoosh!

The next moment, the Golden Crow Demon Emperor was about to intervene to save him, but within an instant three or five Demon Emperor auras locked onto him, intercepting on the spot.

"Emperor Heaven, do you wish to break the rules?"

The Clan Leader of Qingqiu questioned.

"Emperor Heaven, will you sacrifice our Demon Race's destiny for him?"

Other clan leaders of the Demon Race also stopped him.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader might be impulsive, but they would not act on impulse.

To attack a cultivator on the stage publicly, the Demon Race couldn't afford the price of tearing up the agreement.

"My son, he's going to be killed!"

The Golden Crow Clan Leader raged.

"It's just a son, just have another one!" The Kunpeng Clan Leader mocked: "For a man in this world, the dead are dead, it's not a big deal. To beg for help is utterly humiliating. It's yet another person with talent but lacking the mental realm, a waste."

"You!"

The Golden Crow Clan Leader fumed, ready to act.

The Kunpeng Clan Leader seemed unceremonious, directly displaying a terrifying aura, suppressing everything.

The other eight clan leaders also exuded terrifying aura, pressing down on the Golden Crow Clan Leader, seeming to persuade him to calm down.

The Golden Crow Race is the royal family of the Demon Race, but it does not represent the entire Demon Race. If it were for the interests of the Golden Crow Race, harming the interests of the Demon Race, they would try to dissuade. If the Golden Crow Clan Leader chose not to be calm, they would not hesitate to jointly take action, ensuring the Golden Crow Clan Leader calmed down.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader, furious, calmed down and sat back on the throne.

Watching the stage, the Pure Yang True Flame hissed, burning the flesh of the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow, refining his origin.

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"True Master Xuanji, even if I become a vengeful spirit, I will take your life, doom you to irreversible doom. I curse you, curse you to die an untimely death, curse you to die a miserable death. My father will avenge me, the Golden Crow Race will avenge me. If this person is not eradicated, how can the Golden Crow Race stand in the world!"

At this moment, the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow's body was shattered into two parts, flesh turned into mud, but the vitality power was still immensely vigorous, cursing unrelentingly.

Like a shrew making a scene.

"Everyone has to spout nonsense before they die." Lu Xuanji said calmly, the Pure Yang True Flame burning, refining the remaining soul of the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow, the body turned to ash, only three drops of golden blood fell onto the palm, finally stored in a bottle.

Everyone watching this scene fell silent.

No discussions, no arguments, the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

At this moment, everyone lost the urge to speak, replaced by numbness and helplessness.

As if not believing this was real.

"He really killed the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow!"

Among the Golden Crow Race, a Half-Step Golden Core Great Demon watched the scene, looking as if he lost his wife, his expression extremely grim.

This Great Demon was named Jin Yuan.

In the past, during the time as a Foundation Establishment Great Demon, he once fought a fierce battle with Lu Xuanji, eventually losing by a narrow margin and withdrawing.

Lu Xuanji could not kill him.

But hundreds of years later, Jin Yuan had become a Half-Step Golden Core, and with a little more time could step into the realm of the Golden Core Demon King, the Great Dao was within reach.

Yet Lu Xuanji killed the Saint Heir of the Golden Crow.

Was this still the human junior he met in the past?

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