My Informative Cultivation Life

"Impossible, how can I not suppress you after invoking the Mark of the Demon Ancestor with all its power?" Xing Xiong was sent flying by a punch, completely frenzied.

"The Mark of the Demon Ancestor is indeed formidable, actually increasing your strength and the power of your Divine Skills."

"But you are too weak!"

"The so-called 'all its power' is merely the 'all' you are capable of summoning. The vast energy contained within the Mark of the Demon Ancestor, you've only summoned a mere hair of it."

Yang Ji looked disdainful, stretched out a finger, and shook it at him, hoping to crush his spirit.

As he spoke, he suddenly moved, a streak of golden light like lightning tearing through the night sky, unpredictable as a ghost, and inscrutable like the Heavenly Secret, instantly appearing in front of Xing Xiong.

The World Fist smashed down mercilessly.

Bang!

Caught off guard, the flushed-faced Xing Xiong immediately took a heavy hit, flying out like a sandbag and smashing heavily onto the ground.

Dust splattered, and when he steadied himself again, his face was ashen, his clothes were in disarray, and his composure was completely lost.

"A minor character like you dares to say you could crush me with one finger?"

"The Mark of the Demon Ancestor is wasted on you, tarnished and dimmed. Even a pig would be stronger than you!"

"An ant like you can't even take one of my punches, why would the Demon Ancestor bless you? He might as well bless a pig."

"A treasure like the Mark of the Demon Ancestor should belong to a person of great talent like me, an ant like you is unworthy of possessing it."

Yang Ji's words were like sharp swords, relentlessly piercing Xing Xiong's mind.

At this moment, his body radiated with brilliant light, overflowed with Immortal Light, making him appear like a Supreme Immortal King who shone through the ages.

A stark contrast to the disheveled figure of Xing Xiong below.

It was as if a true Immortal King was looking down upon an ant.

"Yang Ji, you're courting death!" Xing Xiong erupted with rage, even his eyes were twitching.

The veins in his hands bulged, and his vital energy exploded, causing his robes to flutter loudly.

The sky above his head darkened as though doomsday had arrived, the atmosphere oppressively heavy, terrifying.

The ant in his eyes had become a dragon, looking down upon him, something he couldn't accept.

Crackle!

Fury burnt within Xing Xiong, his power exploded throughout his body, his physique shook, and his robes shattered to reveal a bare and explosively muscular body.

Boom!

A colossal black light surged from the ground, bursting forth with endless might that reached the heavens, and in an instant, it was upon Yang Ji.

At this moment, the rage on Xing Xiong's face had disappeared, replaced by a cruel and grim smile.

The Demon Shadow in his brow surged with black light, and his bare body was etched with innumerable Demon Runes, forming patterns that were engraved onto his body.

Black light poured into the Demon Runes, instantly activating the Primordial Demon God Formation, which, with the formation's power, caused his strength to erupt like a geyser, with the black halo rapidly expanding.

Connecting once again with the breath of the Mark of the Demon Ancestor, his power doubled.

"Yang Ji, you have indeed surprised me, but this is where it ends. You should take pride in dying by my full-powered strike," Xing Xiong sneered, unleashing the Devil God Fist, displaying boundless confidence.

This punch was terrifying, with a towering momentum and radiant black light that burst forth with an unprecedented sevenfold battle strength, two times more than what Xu Yan achieved after fusing with the Void Dao Chart.

Wherever the fist passed, space itself was crushed, and even time and space were slightly twisted.

Yet Yang Ji's expression remained unchanged, a slight smile even graced his lips, which caused Xing Xiong a momentary pause. His cruel smile grew wider and his fist faster and fiercer, because he believed that Yang Ji absolutely couldn't withstand his fully powered punch.

This punch, augmented by the Primordial Demon God Formation and tied to the Mark of the Demon Ancestor, achieved a terrifying sevenfold battle strength.

Such a punch was enough to obliterate an Immortal Ranking Genius.

"My world, come forth!" For the first time in battle, Yang Ji projected his world outward where the air was as heavy as mercury. The world's envelopment, akin to the firmament itself, pressed down relentlessly.

All around trembled, and space itself collapsed under the weight of the world's suppression.

The True Rigidity Dharma Aspect suddenly opened its eyes, its enormous fingers pointing out, concentrating dozens of Divine Skills and harnessing the power of an entire world.

It was further amplified threefold by the Three Immortals Formation inscribed on the world's crystal walls, enhancing all the power and might of the Divine Skills.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, such a finger collided fiercely with Xing Xiong's punch.

A blast of vital energy erupted, surging in all directions.

The moment Xing Xiong's fist touched the finger, it shattered at a visibly rapid pace.

The True Rigidity finger continued unabated, piercing straight through his arm and then, with the ease of uprooting dead wood, Bang! severely punctured his chest.

Nothing could stop this finger; all was as fragile as tofu.

"Pfft! How can your world be so strong?" Xing Xiong spat out a mouthful of blood, utterly horrified. "This is impossible, you're just at Divinity Transformation, how could you condense such a powerful world? This can't be possible?"
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During his shock, the True Rigidity Dharma Aspect pierced through his chest and, with supreme power, grabbed his body fiercely with five fingers.

Crack, crack, crack! Under that boundless might, the Unlimited Dark Light protecting his body vanished in an instant, and the Devil God Armor formed by the Primordial Demon God Formation runes exploded into fragments.

The True Rigidity Dharma Aspect's power was simply unmatchable; to it, sevenfold battle strength was as thin as paper, easily pierced.

"Ahh!" Accompanied by a scream, Xing Xiong lay in the palm of the True Rigidity Great Hand like an ant.