Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

The world was silent, as if it was a stage for only one person.

This was Lu Xuanji's stage.

Lu Xuanji stood there, wanting to speak some flamboyant, pretentious words.

But his body trembled, his internal injuries were quite serious, and he forcibly stopped.

Under the forced eruption of the Ant Emperor Divine Form, although his combat power was strong, he himself was severely injured.

His face was pale without a trace of blood, sitting upright on the arena, beginning to recuperate.

Creation Magical Power was operating, repairing the body's injuries, the wounds were healing rapidly.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Xuanji stood up and shouted, "Who dares to fight me?"

Looking at those emperors of the Demon Race, his eyes were full of provocation.

The Golden Crow Clan Leader angrily said, "This junior is too presumptuous!"

The Kunpeng Clan Leader also said, "Indeed, this junior is too presumptuous, he should be killed!"

The Golden Crow Clan Leader said, "Why not let the Kunpeng Saint Heir go up and eliminate this junior..."

The Kunpeng Clan Leader: "..."

Let my son take the blame, dream on!

The Golden Crow Saint Heir was almost the pinnacle of Demon Race Golden Cores, and even the Golden Crow Saint Heir had fallen. Other saint heirs going up was also perilous and extremely dangerous.

The odds of winning were great, going to destroy the enemy was understandable; but with slim chances of victory, sending someone to die was foolish.

Not only the Kunpeng Clan Leader, but other clan leaders were also silent.

"The Human Race is too strong, why don't we concede?" The Golden Crow Clan Leader said, seemingly wanting to give up: "Fellow Daoists, continuing to battle with the Human Race's genius is not worth the loss. We might as well let this Human Race individual go first. Afterwards, we'll think of ways to assassinate Lu Xuanji!"

"What do you mean by let go!" The Golden Eagle Clan Leader said, "Just concede directly, why speak so euphemistically!"

The Golden Crow Clan Leader said, "Let's concede! If we don't concede, we will have to fight to the end, which of you fellow Daoists plans to send your genius to die?"

The Kunpeng Clan Leader said, "Indeed, let's concede for now! Later, we can assassinate Lu Xuanji when the time comes. What does a genius matter, a genius who falls midway amounts to nothing!"

Hearing this, the Black Tortoise Clan Leader sneered, "Assassination, we can't beat him in a straight fight, so we resort to assassination, how disgraceful. Later, Lu Xuanji will surely be cautious, he won't easily go out unless he reaches Nascent Soul, how difficult it would be to assassinate him?"

The Heaven-Swallowing Python Clan Leader said, "Fellow Daoists, have you forgotten about that senior?"

"No, if an accident happens to the senior, our loss would be immense!"

The Golden Crow Clan Leader was the first to oppose.

"No!"

The Kunpeng Clan Leader, always opposing the Golden Crow Clan Leader, insisted as expected, "The senior must not intervene."

"Indeed, the senior is a Divinity Transformation Reincarnation."

The Black Tortoise Clan Leader said, "If the senior takes action, this Human Race brat will surely die. But if an accident occurs, it would be a huge loss!"

Many Demon Emperors spoke up, opposing the senior's intervention.

However, as everyone looked at each other, there was an unspoken tacit agreement.

At the same moment, a Great Demon disappeared to notify someone.

...

"Senior, we have encountered a troublesome Human Race cultivator, you may choose to refuse!"

At this moment, a message came from the Jade Scroll.

In the Jade Scroll, images appeared, showing Lu Xuanji's fierce battle with the Demon Race geniuses, especially killing the Golden Crow Saint Heir.

"Interesting!"

Looking at the Jade Scroll, the man in blue smiled, "That Human Race genius is indeed formidable, using a secret technique to unleash twelve times the power, an ordinary Golden Core Great Demon is not his opponent. However, such a secret technique must come at a great cost, he may not be able to use it next time."

"Moreover, it's possible to employ means to interrupt the secret technique's eruption, delivering a fatal blow!"

With just a glance, the man discovered some of Lu Xuanji's flaws.

He found the shortcomings of the [Ant Emperor Divine Form].

Such an explosive secret technique, although powerful and lethal.

The corresponding flaws are also very obvious.

That is, before the explosion, a period of accumulation is needed. If the key point is grasped, it's easy to break the momentum and destroy such a secret technique.

"This mere junior, I shall kill him!"

The man in blue laughed, his words bearing a hint of disdain.

...

"Interesting!"

Lu Xuanji frowned slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.

Amid the unease, there was also a hint of excitement.

"In the near future, I will encounter a formidable enemy, which could bring me a death crisis but also some great opportunity!" Lu Xuanji subtly sensed, sensing a hint of danger and a trace of supreme creation in the unseen.

The essence of the Cultivation Immortality Realm lies in competition.

Geniuses emerge one after another, and countless geniuses gather under the guidance of the Heavenly Dao, fighting together, vying for destiny and competing for fate.

The destiny of the losers will flow into the victors. The more they fight, the more they struggle, the more destiny gathers, ultimately becoming the child of destiny of an era, with the hope of becoming immortal.

During this process of combat, countless geniuses will fall halfway, not yet growing to their limits will lead to their downfall.

Of course, some cultivators say, I won't compete, I'll stay at home and cultivate for a thousand years. When I'm invincible, I'll conquer the world.

But in reality, that is impossible.

As the saying goes, even when sitting at home, disasters fall from the heavens.

The more some people want to avoid it, the harder it is to escape, as disaster after disaster descends, dragging the cultivators into ordeals, into death.

At this moment, Lu Xuanji sensed that a formidable enemy was about to arrive.

This was certainly extremely dangerous, but also a supreme opportunity.

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Boom boom boom!

At this moment, Lu Xuanji looked towards the distance.

He saw a flash of white light, a man in blue stood on the arena, his aura towering like a mountain, exuding an ethereal aura, his aura unpredictable and strange, looking at Lu Xuanji as if looking at prey: "My name is Gu Changfeng. You and I shall fight to the death. The winner is king, the loser is a bandit, the victor takes all, the loser loses everything. Under my sword, no one ever survives!"

"The same goes for me!"

Lu Xuanji nodded and said, "You seem mysterious, your aura is very ancient, even more mysterious than the Golden Crow Saint Heir!"

Gu Changfeng said, "You guessed right. Such a battle, I shouldn't have participated. Striking against you gives me the name of a bully, some say it's an unfair fight, but where is fairness in this world. I won't hold back because of your youth. I will use all means to kill you."

"Then let's get started!"

Lu Xuanji smiled, "You want to kill me, and I want to kill you, let's see whose sword is sharper!"

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