My Informative Cultivation Life

"Not bad, not bad, let's test these three with arrows!" The being inside the Rail Wooden Box might have been sealed in the Great Dao Prison for too long and joked in such a way, lacking any dignity or indifference befitting an Immortal King. Find exclusive stories on empire

"Senior, even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would've given these three an arrow. They dared to covet my treasure; they shall pay right here!" Yang Ji chuckled, looking at the three and preparing to nock and draw his bow.

But suddenly, a sharp sound of something tearing through the air came from not far away, approaching the Secret Hall at great speed.

Soon, a young man with a gloomy appearance and an aura so powerful it made one's heart tremble appeared before them, his eyes as cold as hell itself. He scanned the crowd and spoke in a deep voice, "Did I just hear someone mention a treasure? Where is this treasure?"

"So it's the King of Yin!" Xing Xiong glanced at the newcomer and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes. Along with the Yaksha Clan genius and the Blood Clan genius, he quietly put away the treasure he was holding and pointed at Yang Ji, saying, "King of Yin, this person here has taken the treasure. The Long Bow and Arrows in his hand are the treasures of this Secret Hall, and he has claimed them."

"Oh? You took the treasure?" The King of Yin looked coldly towards Yang Ji, instantly chilling the air as if plunging everyone into the Nine Netherworld Hell, extremely terrifying.

Just one glance held a frightening power that could intimidate souls and seal all directions.

This person was no ordinary being.

"Hand over the Long Bow and Arrows you hold, and I might not trouble you for it," the King of Yin said coldly.

"The Yin Tribe?" Yang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Brother, this King of Yin is a formidable figure within the top ten of the Immortal Ranking, very powerful," Li Yinxue reminded from within the Mount Sea World.

Xing Xiong and the other two exchanged glances, their faces revealing a look of anticipation for the drama that was about to unfold.

And secretly communicated among themselves, "The King of Yin is very strong, a monster within the top ten of the Immortal Ranking. It's said his strength is no less than that of Mo Wudao and that he can effortlessly suppress us Immortal Ranking Geniuses. Should we take this opportunity to assist him and finish off Yang Ji?"

"I think so. Otherwise, Yang Ji's coveting of our treasures makes it hard for us to feel at ease," said Xing Xiong, obviously pleased at this idea, and sneered.

"Great!" The Yaksha Clan genius had already made a move against Yang Ji before, and naturally, he agreed without hesitation.

Only the Blood Clan genius hesitated. He had already obtained the treasure and saw no reason to further offend Yang Ji since he had witnessed Yang Ji's power. Even Mo Wudao, the number one genius, couldn't suppress him. Could anyone else?

He doubted this in his heart?

While agreeing verbally to join forces, he harbored other plans, ready to slip away at the first sign of chaos.

"You want me to present the Long Bow and Arrows in my hands?" Yang Ji faced the King of Yin's high-handedness and suddenly revealed a playful smile, "That's not impossible. As long as you can catch this arrow of mine, then it will be yours!"

"Hmm?" Seeing that Yang Ji not only lacked the proper respect but even looked at him with a playful smile, the King of Yin's eyes immediately darkened with a flash of murderous intent, proving to be a savage who would kill without a word, even more ferocious than the Heavenly Demon.

With a flip of his hand, he shot out a black needle towards Yang Ji's brow.

Yang Ji smiled, also nocking and drawing his bow. Twang! The rusty Long Bow and Arrows suddenly burst forth with a terrifying Power of Time, forming a Time Spike at the tip of the arrow.

Where the arrows pointed, a chilling fear surged in the hearts of the four people present.

"This, this is the Power of Time? Is this Long Bow the Bow of Time?" The faces of Xing Xiong and the other two turned pale with shock.

The pupils of the King of Yin also contracted.

Boom!

At that moment, Yang Ji fired his arrow. As the bowstring twanged, the arrow flew like light, piercing through the black needle, and with an unparalleled speed, 'bang', in the astonished gaze of the King of Yin, it burst through him.

A cloud of blood mist exploded, and a mysterious force instantly cut off a portion of the King of Yin's future years.

When he reassembled himself, his hair had turned significantly grayer.

Even the powerful King of Yin could not withstand this arrow!

Witnessing this scene, the three onlookers, Xing Xiong and the others, were terrified out of their wits and beat a hasty retreat, vanishing without a trace.