My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

The cultivators watching the Magical Combat had no idea that in just a few moments, Feng Sun would be plunged into a life-or-death crisis.

Feng Yue cried out in alarm, channeling her Magical Power and preparing to use Fire Escape to save her brother.

At that moment, with a clap of thunder, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Feng Sun.

Yang Jing channeled his Magical Power, and a Five-Colored Treasure Umbrella appeared before him.

Seeing this, Sifala, who had transformed into a black curtain, sneered inwardly, despite its shock at Yang Jing’s astonishing Tunneling Speed and reaction time. It had lost count of how many of these cultivators’ Defensive Magical Treasures it had destroyed.

Magic like this, cast from Magical Power, was as fragile as paper before it.

The next instant, Sifala slammed violently into the Five-Colored Treasure Umbrella.

With an earth-shattering BOOM, the black curtain, which had formed into the shape of a sword, crashed into the Five-Colored Treasure Umbrella and splattered everywhere like ink hurled against a stone wall.

The scattered black curtain instantly coalesced, reforming into Sifala’s body. He stared at Yang Jing, shocked and furious, completely unable to understand how he had been stopped.

Yang Jing’s expression was solemn. Empowered by the Five Elements Wheel and the Five Elements Great Escape Divine Techniques, his understanding of Five Elements Reincarnation had already reached the Peak of Perfection.

Simply by condensing Magical Power into a Treasure Umbrella using the principles of the Five Elements of Mutual Generation and Inhibition, it had a Defense Power equivalent to the Divine Prohibition Level.

Watching from nearby, Feng Sun witnessed the Treasure Umbrella’s terrifying Defense Power up close and immediately identified it as a Divine Prohibition:

"What a powerful Divine Prohibition! Are you a Qi Cultivator or a Body Refining Cultivator?"

The Five Elements Treasure Umbrella was clearly a Divine Prohibition from the path of Qi Cultivation, yet the Gang Qi Hand that Yang Jing had displayed was unmistakably a Body Refining Skill. While many cultivators practiced both Body Refinement and Qi Cultivation, those who possessed such earth-shattering Power in both disciplines were exceedingly rare.

Gang Qi, so dense it was almost tangible, suddenly flared in Yang Jing’s hand as he reached out and grabbed.

He seized Sifala’s arm.

"Why are you still here?! Go recover your Magical Power!"

Yang Jing turned his head and said sternly to Feng Sun.

If he hadn’t sensed that something was amiss in the Nine Marvels Small Realm and realized he would very likely need the combat strength of both Feng Sun and Feng Yue, he really couldn’t have been bothered to save this arrogant but incompetent Noble Son.

A chill ran through Feng Sun’s heart as he glanced at the sharp claws on the blackened arm. He hurriedly turned and flew in his sister’s direction.

Sifala grew frantic. He had already sensed there was something very wrong with the Power of the human cultivator before him. Feng Sun’s Power was also a significant threat; he couldn’t just let this rare opportunity to kill him go to waste! How could he just let such a dangerous enemy go free!

The next moment, Yang Jing felt the arm in his grasp suddenly become insubstantial, vanishing like a puff of smoke.

Feng Sun was flying toward his sister. By the time he sensed the sudden wave of malice from behind, it was already too late to react.

He turned his head to see the towering figure of Sifala already before him, the grotesque weapons in his four arms already slashing down.

Feng Sun’s pupils constricted. In that instant, he truly felt death’s approach.

Although he hadn’t fought many life-or-death battles, he had a pride of his own. Seeing that his death was now inevitable, the thought of detonating his Golden Core instantly crossed his mind.

’Since this vile creature loves to devour Golden Cores, then I’ll make sure he gets absolutely nothing!’

A piercing, peerless sword hum suddenly rang out, and countless dazzling, five-colored threads materialized out of thin air.

Sifala’s forward charge came to a halt, his eyes bulging. The next moment, he was diced into innumerable pieces.

The five-colored threads retracted, coalescing into a peerlessly sharp Flying Sword that hovered silently in the air.

"Such... such incredible Swordsmanship!"

"Refining Sword into Silk!"

As Shi Qingfeng watched the vile creature being sliced to pieces, the corner of his eye twitched. ’That level of Swordsmanship is definitely superior to Yin Yan’s of the Celestial Sword Sect. Just how talented is this Yang Jing? I’ve already seen him demonstrate Body Refinement, Thunder Escape, and Five Elements Taoist Technique, all at the Peak of Perfection. And now he’s revealed this heaven-piercing Swordsmanship. His Power is unquestionably the greatest in the entire history of the Contest of the Nine Marvels. He’s a future Divinity Transformation Great Power!’

"It’s not dead yet."

Yang Jing said in a low voice. With a surge of his Magical Power, a bolt of Taixiao True Thunder erupted from his body, transforming into a dazzling purple Thunder Dragon that crashed down upon the fragmented remains of the vile creature.

The Taixiao True Thunder roared, fierce and scorching. An ordinary vile creature would be annihilated, turned to ash, if so much as grazed by it.

Yet, within the True Thunder, the fragments of the vile creature were only slightly charred. They rapidly began to fuse back together, faintly re-forming the shape of Sifala.

Yang Jing’s expression darkened slightly, but he didn’t attack again. Instead, he recalled his Celestial Waterfall Sword.

Feng Sun didn’t even dare to breathe. He squeezed the last of the Magical Power from his Dantian to fly to his sister Feng Yue’s side. Then, he took an Elixir from his Storage Bag and swallowed it to restore his Magical Power.

’Even Sword Silk that sharp couldn’t kill this vile creature. I’m afraid the only way we can resist it is if my sister and I join forces.’

With a grim expression, Sifala’s body re-formed amidst the True Thunder. Though he hadn’t been killed by the Flying Sword, he was far from unharmed.

"You’re an Evil God, aren’t you? I once encountered a being like you on the Western Continent. He was a Noble Son from the Central Continent named Sima Peng, and he practiced a Secret Technique called the Mingfei Joyful Method. The aura of his Divine Soul was very similar to yours."

Yang Jing gripped the Celestial Waterfall Sword in his hand. Despite having just used a taxing move like Refining Sword into Silk, his Magical Power remained as still as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

Sifala’s eyes flew open. He had never imagined someone could see through to his true nature. Since hatching from a Primordial Seed within a cultivator’s Divine Soul, his knowledge was limited to the original body’s inherited memories and the legacy instilled into the seed by the Father God. He truly didn’t know much about matters concerning the Western Continent.

"Hmph. So what if you know my origins? What can you possibly do to me?"

Although he was putting on a brave face, he was already planning his retreat. The cultivator before him had strange techniques; perhaps he truly possessed some means to counter him.

Even if this cultivator couldn’t counter him, he had already expended too much Divine Power. It would be easy for his other "brothers and sisters" to seize this moment of weakness and devour him.

Rather than fighting this difficult cultivator to the death here, it would be better to devour a few of his siblings first. Once his Divine Power and Divine Authority had surged, killing this man would be effortless.

Yang Jing pointed a finger at the Celestial Waterfall Sword before him. The sword shimmered and split, transforming from one into five Five-Colored Flying Swords.

"Do you know why I’ve been talking to you for so long? It’s because in my eyes, you’re already a dead god. Since you’re unwilling to say more... then die."

Evil Gods were strange, completely different from cultivators, and Yang Jing didn’t know how to interrogate one. If he were to use his Divine Sense to perform a Soul Search, he might get ambushed in return.

In that case, it was better to just annihilate it and be done with the matter.

"Five Dragons Destruction!"

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