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Liu Xiaosheng?

Yang Ji's expression turned ugly as the name flashed instantly through his mind.

Previously, Liu Xiaosheng had sent someone to kill him once, so it was hard not to suspect him this time.

However, suspecting or not seemed to be of no use anymore.

Because, this time, a Seven Tribulations Demon God had made a move, their strength far surpassing even the top Mahayana, it was a deathblow!

Yang Ji looked at the approaching colossal hand, unwilling and roaring in anger. If he were at the pinnacle of Mahayana right now, even if he couldn't defeat it, he'd certainly be able to escape using the Wings of Time-Space.

But at this moment, he was only to be slaughtered at will!

For the first time, he felt truly desperate, for the first time sensing how feeble and powerless it was to be weak!

But, he still had one last card to play!

In that moment, Yang Ji's thoughts raced through millions of possibilities, weighing the consequences of releasing the entity inside the Rotten Wooden Box against dying a terrible death right here.

The former, the Rotten Wooden Box knew many of his secrets, the Destiny Tribulation, the Taichu Divine Tree, the young sprouts of the Supreme World-Stabilizing Treasure, etc. If he released it, even though he might survive this calamity, the aftermath would be unpredictable, and he would also bear the great karma from the Immortal Realm.

The latter, if he were to be slain here, even if a clone survived outside, he would lose everything. The Taichu Divine Tree, the young sprouts of the Supreme World-Stabilizing Treasure, etc., would all be lost, the loss equally devastating.

"I'll risk it all!" Yang Ji bellowed, weighing the pros and cons, his hand already on the Rotten Wooden Box, ready to release whatever was inside.

"Hee hee hee hee, your choice right now is exceedingly correct. Release me, and I swear by my Soul of Fate, I won't harm you one bit. We are on the same side; I will only help you!" The entity inside the Rotten Wooden Box was overjoyed, its body shaking with excitement. It had been sealed for countless eons, and finally, the day had come...

Just at this critical juncture, as the massive hand was about to grasp him down,

Suddenly, a ripping sound tore through the space! A colossal hand of earthy yellow reached down from the unknown, distant stars.

Bang!

The two starry hands collided in the vastness of space.

The previously approaching black hand suddenly formed a fist, with black runes appearing on it, accompanied by mysterious incantations, and it struck out with a punch.

Boom boom boom! With that single punch, its power was boundless, dozens of stars disintegrated, turning into endless meteor fragments, violently shooting across the cosmos.

In the face of this punch, the earthy yellow hand made no changes, reaching straight for the black fist and gripping it with the force of a drill, ruthlessly catching it. Then it clenched its fingers.

All the black runes and mysterious incantations dissipated.

A powerful force spread upward, and the black hand also shook violently, disintegrating instantly, turning into a rain of light that scattered all around.

"What?" In the mysterious depths, the Seven Tribulations Demon God uttered a cry of alarm.

The earthy yellow hand remained indifferent, without any hesitation, extending further upwards, reaching into the darkness. After a pitiful scream, when the earthy yellow hand withdrew, it held a clump of the Origin of Demonic Qi in its palm. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

A mighty Seven Tribulations Demon God was thus easily crushed to death.

Lang Canghai's eyes were about to split open, his heart filled with immense shock.

"Young friend, we meet for the first time. Take this clump of Origin of Demonic Qi as a token of my esteem." The void flashed with light, and an elderly figure in a Mystic Robe, holding a Compass, appeared before his eyes.

This person's eyes were deep and unfathomably deep, as if piercing through the complex world to see through all illusions. He seemed profound and incomprehensibly mysterious, utterly serene.

Red Dust Immortal!

Yang Ji took a sharp breath, recognizing his cultivation at a glance.

Seeing the newcomer harbored no animosity, Yang Ji kept one hand warily on the Rotten Wooden Box while speaking with a concentrated voice, "Senior is?"

"I am Tian Jizi," said the elderly man as he looked toward Yang Ji, speaking slowly.