"Thank you, Hall Master, for showing mercy!" the two said, trembling with fear.
"Be off, and spread the word to capture and kill that person!" Huang Dao said with a dark expression.
"Yes, Hall Master!" The two slowly rose to their feet and exited the grand hall.
At this time, outside the hall of Huang Dao, hundreds of Red Dust Immortals had already gathered, only to be confronted by Yang Ji and Wu Qingtian's group.
"What are you doing? Why are you intruding into the Ancestral Saint Hall's Huang Dao Hall without permission!" a Mahayana Cultivator yelled angrily.
"The people of the Ancestral Saint Hall really don't understand courtesy or reverence, being disrespectful to a Red Dust Immortal! In that case, I shall replace your Hall Master and teach you a lesson," the master of the Pure Yang Hall said with a cold laugh, and sent a palm strike hurtling towards him.
The Mahayana Cultivator's face instantly revealed a look of horror, "You're a Red Dust Immortal, how can you disregard your status and strike at me!"
"I am teaching you on behalf of your Hall Master," the Pure Yang Hall Master said. His hand descended with a dominating force, immediately crushing the Mahayana Cultivator with immense pressure.
Just as the palm was about to crush down, Yang Ji's eyes flashed and he felt a terrifying power coming from the depths of the hall, "Humph! Pure Lord, who do you think you are? Just an ordinary Red Dust Immortal, and you dare to claim to replace our Hall Master and teach a lesson to the people of Ancestral Saint Hall!"
Boom! A piece of time-space was torn apart, and from within, a fist collided directly with the Pure Lord's hand, turning it to dust. Step by step, the Pure Lord's expression changed slightly as he took several steps back, clearly impacted by the blow.
Simultaneously, from the depths of that torn time-space, a man dressed in black appeared with an overwhelming aura, sending shock waves through the crowd.
This person was actually a mid-stage True Immortal, having condensed over a thousand True Immortal Laws, remarkably powerful.
"Dong Bailiu!"
The Pure Lord said in a deep voice.
"This person is one of the vice-Hall Masters of Huang Dao Hall, Dong Bailiu!" Meng He informed Yang Ji through a message.
"What brings you here? Our Huang Dao Hall's temple is too small to accommodate all of you!" Dong Bailiu, seeing the unfriendly arrival of the crowd, was equally ungracious in his response.
"This person is from the Taichu Hall, and he has come to take back Bai Gong and others from the Taichu Hall," Wu Qingtian said, pointing to Yang Ji standing next to him.
"Release Bai Gong and Bai Bi immediately, or else I will flatten your Huang Dao Hall!" Yang Ji said sternly.
"Hahahaha!" Dong Bailiu was startled at first, but then burst into loud laughter, "You say, you want to flatten my Huang Dao Hall? You, a Five Tribulations Immortal, who gave you such audacity?"
A murderous intent flashed across Dong Bailiu's face; without deigning to speak further, he suddenly swept his sleeve, unleashing a tremendous force that directly attacked Yang Ji.
With Dong Bailiu's Cultivation, a casual move could blast apart a Five Tribulations Immortal.
But, Yang Ji's eyes suddenly gleamed with a cold light, a breath of energy shook lightly, and the attacking forces disintegrated as they reached him.
"First, I'll capture and kill you, then storm into Huang Dao Hall," Yang Ji said, his voice spreading out. The next moment, he appeared in front of Dong Bailiu.
Crush!
A Destruction Hand Seal struck out, without any doubt, Dong Bailiu, the exceptional master, was sent flying by a single palm from Yang Ji.
He vomited blood wildly while the Divine Skills all around him scattered, and even the True Immortal Laws became dim and lusterless.
Thud!
After flying for dozens of miles, crashing into a solid palace, Dong Bailiu finally came to a halt, hair disheveled, with the destructive power continuously eroding his body and dissolving his bodily functions. He vomited several mouthfuls of black blood, indicating that the indestructible substance within his body was damaged, suffering a grave injury to his vital energy.
With a single move, this powerful Red Dust Immortal was spewing blood, a sight too horrible to endure.
"What?" All the Hall Masters who had come with him were violently shaken inside, barely able to believe their own eyes.
Who was Dong Bailiu? A mid-stage True Immortal, although only one of the vice-Hall Masters, was indeed famous, with unfathomably profound Cultivation, freely traversing the Myriad Realms. And yet, now he was sent flying by a single move without even the chance to retaliate and the perpetrator was a Five Tribulations Immortal – it was all too inconceivable, beyond belief.
Although it is said that seeing is believing and hearing is not, these people, having witnessed this scene with their own eyes, were still reluctant to believe it because it surpassed the range their minds could accept.
"Beast!"
Suddenly, Dong Bailiu, who was sent flying, soared up with ferocity akin to a demon or a god, his hair flying wildly and blood streaming down his body. The massive True Immortal Laws within him vibrated, "Yama's Life Seizing!"
In an instant, the world was filled with the wailings of ghosts and the howls of gods, and blood rained down from the void. Amidst the rain of blood, a ghastly white hand suddenly appeared. It was an extremely powerful Minor Immortal Technique, carrying supreme authority as it descended, Yama seizing life, annihilating unbeatable beings.
Bang!
Just as Dong Bailiu's divine sense burst forth, he witnessed an incredible scene. Yang Ji, expressionless, swept his hand through the air.
A surge of power imbued with the terrifying Great Dao Laws burst forth, with the Destruction Hand Seal at its core, appearing in the air and shattering the "Yama's Life Seizing" Immortal Technique completely, like sweeping away the remnants of a storm, vanishing in smoke and clouds.
Then, with a flash of the Wings of Time-Space behind him, Yang Ji instantly appeared in front of Dong Bailiu and slapped him across the face.
No matter how Dong Bailiu tried to dodge, it was to no avail. He was struck and sent flying once again, blood spraying out even more violently.
"Come here!"
Yang Ji reached out into the void, displaying the restraining power of the Wings of Time-Space. Dong Bailiu's figure was immobilized, and Yang Ji's hand had already grabbed his neck, hoisting him up into the air forcefully. No matter how this great figure tried to transform, he couldn't escape from his grasp.