Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Yunping was silent for two seconds, then a smile slowly spread across his face.

"it is good."

He suddenly said that.

He immediately clasped his hands together, staring at Jiang Huaru as he clapped.

clap clap clap...

The applause, belonging only to Yunping, echoed continuously all around.

"Well said, I do not have any evidence."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Huaru's face lit up with a triumphant smile.

Yunping also looked at Jiang Huaru with a cold smile, and then uttered another sentence—

"But that doesn't stop me from slaughtering your entire Jiang family."

In an instant, the Jiang family patriarch, the five branch patriarchs, and hundreds of elite disciples all changed their expressions.

Since the establishment of the Chiang family, Yunping is the first person to dare to say that he would slaughter the entire Chiang family!

"You have quite the audacity!"

The power of a sage can shake heaven and earth.

But this was not the saintly aura emanating from the Jiang family patriarch—it was a figure descending from the sky, a white-haired, silver-eyed, hunched old man who suddenly transformed into a divine light and appeared in the air.

"If you want to slaughter the entire Chiang family, you should first ask if our Han family agrees!"

The appearance of the old man, who looked frail but was still vigorous, caused all the Han family cultivators below to gasp in surprise.

If the head of the Jiang family is the savior of the Jiang family cultivators, then this old man is their hope!

—Han Qingying, head of the Han family!

At this moment, the heads of the Jiang and Han families stood together, their saintly aura enveloping the earth.

Two saints appeared in the world at the same time!

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165. Leave no one behind

Chiang Ching-chung, the head of the Chiang family.

Han Qingying, the head of the Han family.

Two saints, two great beings!

At this very moment, they all appeared here.

Such a scene is a once-in-a-century occurrence, not to mention that these two saints appeared at the same time, all for the sake of that young man in blood-stained clothes standing within the circle of cultivators.

"Master of the family!!"

The Han family cultivator immediately burst into tears. He pointed at the pile of ashes on the ground and shouted, "This demon killed the Third Elder and wants to kill us too! Please, you must save us!"

"Qingfeng is dead?!"

A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Han Qingying's aged face, which quickly transformed into overwhelming anger, and the surging killing intent of a saint rushed towards Yun Ping.

Locked onto by the killing intent of a saint, an ordinary cultivator would probably have already had their internal organs destroyed and their soul shattered.

Ke Yunping remained standing calmly in place, his gaze sweeping around him, his expression neither sad nor happy. Even bathed in blood, he showed no bloodthirsty, manic killing intent.

All that remained was indifference.

It's a kind of indifference that seems to despise life, or even disregard it.

Han Qingying angrily pointed at Yun Ping, "Did you kill Qingfeng?!"

"it's me."

Yunping admitted it quickly, without any intention of hiding anything.

Han Qingying gritted her teeth, and the power of the Great Dao belonging to a saint within her surged even more. "Do you know that Qingfeng is a member of my Han family, and he is my younger brother, Han Qingying's own brother?"

"Whether I know or not, what does it matter whether I kill him or not?"

"you!"

"Shut up!"

As soon as the two words were uttered, the gale stopped.

Han Qingying was stopped by the shout, her lips turned white, and she couldn't utter a single word as if something was stuck in her throat.

The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; no one spoke again after Yunping uttered just one sentence.

Because they dare not.

For some reason, even Jiang Jingzhong, the head of the Jiang family, and Han Qingying, the head of the Han family, both saint-level powerhouses, felt fear at this moment, as if Yun Ping's words were the command of heaven and earth, which could not be refused.

The sage dared not, Jiang Huaru dared not, and neither did the elite disciples or the kneeling disciples.

Everyone watched Yun Ping silently, gazing at the young man with black hair and black eyes.

"Everyone's here, right?"

He looked around at the cultivators who had surrounded him in layers upon layers, and nodded calmly.

Just as he said, he originally intended for the Jiang family cultivators to summon everyone from the Jiang family, including branch heads, elders, and patriarchs.

Why call them out?

The answer is simple.

kill.

"Let's begin then."

Start?

What should we begin?

Before anyone could react, a blood-red figure appeared in front of Jiang Huaru.

Too fast! Too sudden!

"First of all, you treacherous dog who broke your promise and then turned around and bit me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Ping pressed down on Jiang Huaru's head. Before she could even react, Yun Ping made a fist with his right hand and delivered a powerful blow to Jiang Huaru's lower abdomen.

With a bang, blood splattered!

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in Jiang Huaru's abdomen. Yun Ping grabbed the badly damaged spiritual root, pulled it out, and squeezed it with his blood-stained fingers, crushing the still-pulsating spiritual root into powder.

Disembowel!

"You want evidence? I'll tell you today, I never need any evidence when I kill someone!"

He grabbed Jiang Huaru's head and slammed it violently to the ground. The billowing dust and the deafening explosion obscured everyone's vision. When the dust settled, Jiang Huaru was a bloody mess, lying in a pool of blood, convulsing wildly.

"Get up and kneel properly!"

Yunping grabbed Jiang Huaru's disheveled head and forcibly pulled her up from the ground. Then he slapped her on the top of her head, shattering her legs and splattering blood!

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Huaru didn't even let out a wail, because her soul had been locked by Yun Ping. Now, she was completely a puppet who could only feel pain but couldn't cry out!

However, not all of Jiang Huaru's meridians were severed; fifteen intact life meridians remained. Otherwise, Jiang Huaru would have died long ago due to the loss of her spiritual energy.

Yun Ping glanced coldly at Jiang Huaru, who was in a sorry state and covered in blood, and said indifferently, "I spared fifteen of your meridians because you raised Xiao Jiang for fifteen years. You should thank Xiao Jiang. Otherwise, I would have killed you and your soul right now!"

"Now, get out of here and be grateful!"

He kicked out, sending Jiang Huaru flying. By sheer coincidence, she landed right next to Jiang Tianyou.

Fear permeated the surroundings.

Upon witnessing Yun Ping's swift and terrifying demeanor, hundreds of elite disciples trembled in fear, as if they saw the shadow of death emanating from him.

"And then it's you!"

With a wave of Yun Ping's hand, Jiang Jingzhong, the head of the Jiang family, was also pulled into that strange vortex.

As a sage, he had already fully entered the Great Dao. At the same time as he sensed the danger, a majestic heavenly might suddenly appeared within his strong body. In an instant, Jiang Jingzhong seemed to merge into the Heavenly Dao!

A pair of majestic, angry eyes stared at Yun Ping. He struck out with his palm, but it suddenly magnified tens of thousands of times, and the purplish-red palm, as huge as a mountain, slammed towards Yun Ping.

"Saints? I've killed more saints than you've ever seen!"

Facing the palm strike imbued with the power of the Great Dao, Yun Ping neither dodged nor evaded, but instead kicked it directly.

boom!

The golden light dissipated.

Yes, the sacred golden light symbolizing the power of the Great Dao was directly kicked into dust, and the crazy purple flames that seemed to burn the sky suddenly dissipated into nothingness!

To Jiang Jingzhong, this scene was completely unrealistic!

That's the power of the Great Dao, the power of the Three Thousand Great Daos!

With a simple, casual kick, Yun Ping shattered the power of the Great Dao that tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of cultivators dreamed of, leaving not a trace.

This is not some kind of magic array, nor is it some kind of magic formula. It is proof that a sage has merged with the Great Dao and become one with it.

That's it...gone?

Jiang Jingzhong was stunned. At this moment, boundless fear filled his solemn face.

He suddenly realized that if even the power of the Great Dao couldn't shake Yun Ping, then he had no way to kill Yun Ping...

In other words...

"You like looking down on people from your high and mighty position? Get down here!"

A powerful punch landed squarely on Jiang Jingzhong's chest.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his internal meridians suddenly ruptured at that moment. At the same time, the rapidly circulating spiritual root in his lower abdomen also exploded.

The head of the Jiang family, a dignified saint, was blasted from mid-air into the ground by a single punch.