Especially Ouyang Xu. He always felt that being captured by Yang Tian was a lifelong humiliation, and the only reason Yang Tian managed to capture him was through a sneak attack.
Only now, staring at these pitiful ghosts, did he realize that even if Yang Tian hadn’t snuck in to control him, he would ultimately still have been caught by someone with their bare hands!
"This... this Lower Realm actually produced a devil that defies the heavens! How could this happen?" Ouyang Xu looked at Yang Tian, but his fear was laced with a deeper jealousy, his teeth grinding audibly!
As people marveled at Yang Tian gaining the upper hand, the ghosts seemed to reach their limit, retreating towards their Dantian, trembling as if trying to dodge. The ghosts knew they could no longer carry on.
"You pushed me, you bastard!"
The ghost’s voice growled deeply, then a fierce wind roared, blowing away its black robe and revealing a lean, pale face!
In this very moment, the ghost spun a hand in the air and donned a bronze mask, which rested clearly in his grip.
"This... this is the Ghost King Treasure of the True Sect! I never expected the ghost to bring this artifact to the Lower Realm!"
At the sight of the mask, Zhao Xiuyuan’s face revealed an astonished expression.
Su Yi also furrowed her brows and snorted, "The Ghost Sect seemed to be making calculations. If not for Yang Tian’s capability, we wouldn’t have realized the spirit was in the ghost’s possession." But now with self-reflection, perhaps this battle has come to an end!
"Good! Once the spirit begins its self-reflection, you and I will square off against each other, which will undoubtedly be troublesome. Seems victory and defeat have already been decided!" Zhao Xiuyuan nodded and smiled immediately upon hearing this.
Of course, neither Su Yi nor Zhao Xiuyuan openly spoke of certain matters. The ghost, as the core disciple of the Wang Sect, carried the Ghost King Treasure into the Lower Realm, an artifact meant to pursue spirits.
Being core disciples of the Jianling Sect and Qingling Sect, they were intrinsically connected to the Ghost King Sect. How could they not possess any magic weapons?
Their belief in Yang Tian’s eventual failure was solidified by the lack of magic weapons. For a cultivator, this was the dividing line of power.
The same Divine Separation state!
A practitioner in the mid or peak stages of Divine Separation possessing top-tier magic weapons can completely rely on the advantages of the weapons to challenge stronger opponents!
In this world, spiritual energy is scarce and resources are withered, even the occasional set of magical weapon materials.
Five forms of slaughter, desolation!
On Qian Yuan Island, at the ruins of the Three Sages, Yang Tian once killed multiple Immortals in one strike, breaking through the siege of ten Immortals with ruthless efficiency.
This technique was eerily strange—Yang Tian used demonic fire to awaken the enemy’s inner demons, causing them to lose all five senses and fall into eternal darkness, with their cultivation devoured by the demonic flames.
Aside from its limitation of only functioning within a hundred-meter radius, it was an unfathomable tactic.
Any opponent whose strength did not surpass Yang Tian’s would easily fall into this trap!
At this moment, the ghost happened to try to seize Yang Tian’s spirit within a hundred-meter radius, perfectly aligning with the conditions to implement the trap. Naturally, Yang Tian decisively used it!
With the strategy executed, the suffocating ghost, nearly gasping for breath, was suddenly enveloped by Yang Tian’s demonic fire, its entire being quieting and plunging into a realm of darkness.
Su Yi and Zhao Xiuyuan were each gazing at the other at this moment.
For with the arrival of demonic energy, they too could feel the power distinctly separate from the true path of cultivation!
You see, this time they had gathered everyone in the real world at the summit of Mount Everest for the sole purpose of delegating sect missions!
The three core disciples only knew one mission, which was to locate Demon Cultivators in the underworld and slay them instantly!
Although Yang Tian had demonstrated immense strength on multiple occasions before, they had never noticed the devil residing in Yang Tian’s body because his every movement was meticulously calculated, and they hadn’t paid him any serious attention.
But now, the devil’s overwhelming strength made them finally realize Yang Tian was the very monk they sought.
Thus, in an instant, Zhao Xiuyuan’s folding fan flickered, while Su Yi stepped forward. He had no choice but to deploy his own methods to win Yang Tian’s heart!
"Not good! They’re going to surround Yang Tian!"
Su Yi’s actions naturally drew the attention of many fellow cultivators, especially Chenn Yuanba.
Watching these two act in perfect sync, the surrounding people couldn’t help but tense up.
But just as Su Yi and Zhao Xiuyuan descended from the summit intending to launch their attack on Yang Tian, the ghost trapped in darkness suddenly let out a tortured howl.
"Ah! Ghost! Don’t come here! Don’t come closer!"
The ghosts, wearing their self-reflection mask, those strange pupils, suddenly shone with immense fear, and their entire strength became tumultuous.
The next moment, an intense burst of energy erupted directly from the ghost’s Dantian, followed by a fireball that enveloped the ghost, reducing it to piles of white bones that collapsed instantaneously.
Witnessing this scene, everyone involuntarily let out a breath of relief.
They had no idea how extinction worked; they only saw Yang Tian’s merciless words spoken aloud. The ghost suddenly lost its sight, ceased all movement, then was consumed by inner flames into nothing but bones.
How could they not be shocked by such an unsettling method?
Even Su Yi and Zhao Xiuyuan had to pause at this moment. They stared in alarm between the ghost’s remains and Yang Tian, their eyes brimming with solemnity.
For figures like Ouyang Xu and Lin Shu, their eyes grew impossibly wide, their faces filled with disbelief.
One of the first core disciples of the Ghost King Sect, arguably one of the three most powerful schools in the Cultivation Kingdom.
He represented an early Divine Separation existence, mighty and absolute among the younger generation in the cultivation realm of truth!
Su Yi and Zhao Xiuyuan were the only peers of the same era within the entire Cultivation Kingdom.
For Ouyang Xu and Lin Shu, this entity was one they could only look up to!
Yet here he was, such an arrogant son of the heavens, reduced in this despised Lower Realm to mere bones in such a bizarre fashion.
What could be more shocking than this?
Indeed, compared to Ouyang Xu and Lin Shu, two other figures nearby—the Earth Cultivators Lin Zhiruo and her maid Xiao Huan—were just as overwhelmed with surprise.
Both hailed from Wanhua River Valley in Xiu Town.
In fact, both of them had ascended Mount Everest along with Yang Tian, yet when Jiang Feng and Ouyang Xu were slaughtering Earthly cultivators, Yang Tian shattered the void ahead of time.
Lin Zhiruo and Xiao Huan feared being misunderstood by Su Yi and others, so they slowed their pace. Once Yang Tian arrived, they discreetly followed at a low profile.
The result was their astonishment never once fading since reaching the peak.
Lin Zhiruo had sensed Yang Tian’s presence near where the Immortals had decayed. While she had known Yang Tian was strong, she hadn’t imagined he’d be this strong.
Ouyang Xu, Jiang Feng, and Qin Shuang’s core disciples were subdued in a single move, while the others were slain outright.
"Do you also wish to die by my hand?" Sister Truth!"
Su Yi’s face turned ice cold in an instant.
But Lin Shu and Lin Zhiruo were extremely taken aback.
For it was evident that the two women surnamed Lin, with their equally delicate hearts, had both grasped the message hidden in Yang Tian’s words!
If Su Yi had merely pointed out Yang Tian’s identity as a Demon Master, this might have only evoked suspicion or disbelief from those present.