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

When everyone looked again, they were horrified to find that his saintly aura had completely disappeared. He was lying on the ground with all his bones crushed into powder, and his chest, like Jiang Huaru's, had a shocking bloody hole.

It's ruined...

Jiang Jingzhong, a saint-level cultivator who has practiced for a thousand years...

It was simply rendered useless.

"You beast, that's a saintly position that takes thousands of years to attain, how dare you..."

Behind them came Han Qingying's trembling and fearful rebuke.

Yunping turned around, and there was still that same face, that same ruthless expression. "After a thousand years of cultivation, this is all he's achieved? I think he's wasted all those years of cultivation on dogs!"

"you you……"

Han Qingying was so angry that she couldn't speak. She immediately wanted to unleash her spiritual energy and fight Yun Ping to the death.

But before he could refine the magic weapon, a wisp of bone-chilling ice stopped him in mid-air.

He saw Yunping's eyes.

Those were the eyes of death, the eyes of death itself. Endless darkness enveloped the surroundings. There was no sunlight, no hope, only pure despair surrounding her, as if she were in an ancient ice cellar. At this moment, Han Qingying's flesh, bones, meridians, soul, brain... everything seemed to be soaked in icy water.

Almost subconsciously, he lowered his head.

At the same time, Yun Ping's soft words reached my ears.

"Don't you dare say another word—"

"I'll slaughter your entire Han family!!"

……

Speechless.

Under normal circumstances, if Han Qingying heard someone utter such arrogant and domineering words, he would definitely slap that person's head off and then kill their entire family.

But now?

Han Qingying lowered his head, his aged body trembling, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

To make a move? He dared not.

Run away? He dared not.

Speak? He still didn't dare.

He just stood there silently, not daring to move, not even a step.

Han Qingying was terrified, terrified to death. He had never imagined that this unassuming man could be so terrifying when he was truly enraged.

Every word and deed is earth-shattering.

With a single palm strike, flesh and blood flew everywhere; with a kick, the power of the Great Dao was shattered; with a punch, the cultivation of a Saint was annihilated.

He was like a solitary peak reaching the sky, a towering mountain, with chilling frost. Every step he took was like the footsteps of death, and every word he uttered was a death sentence.

It's not over yet, it's far from over.

Yun Ping flashed forward and struck a branch family leader on the forehead with a palm strike.

All four limbs were severed, and blood gushed out!

"I said I would wipe out your Jiang family, and none of you will leave here today!"

Every word, every palm and every punch!

Jiang Tiancheng, the head of a branch of the Jiang family, died suddenly!

It's not over yet, it's not over yet.

Jiang Luecheng, the head of a branch of the Jiang family, had his physical body explode and his soul shattered!

Keep going, keep going!

Jiang Ze, the head of a branch of the Jiang family, had both arms severed and his heart completely pierced!

Dust flew, blood flashed wildly, blood splattered on that indifferent face, eyes were cold and fierce, killing intent was chilling, a single palm strike took a life, a single step could shrink the earth to an inch, a technique that crossed space.

No one could stop him, no one.

Because he's not here today to reason, to discuss solutions, or to hear them admit their mistakes.

He came to keep his appointment.

The Martial Emperor killed people but not their souls; the Heavenly Halberd left the souls intact even after three days.

Three days have passed, and Yunping will not keep a single one of the people who remained in the Jiang family.

166. The Ancestor Reappears!

A domineering arrogance that looks down upon the world, and a murderous intent unparalleled throughout history.

Three thousand strands of black hair danced wildly in the wind, and boundless dark clouds shrouded the sky above the Extreme Heaven Domain, obscuring the blazing sun. Above the sky, only the leaping and flashing lightning and the torrential rain remained.

The sky was dark, and the wind and clouds were surging.

The young man, who stood tall and proud like a towering peak amidst the blood, was completely stained with blood beside him. His meridians were broken, his limbs were shattered, and he was kneeling on the ground, barely alive. He was a cultivator from the Jiang family, one of the six extremes of the Extreme Heaven Domain.

No one dared to speak out.

No one dared to make a move.

Everyone knelt obediently, heads bowed, not daring to utter a single word.

Jiang Jingzhong, whose cultivation as a saint had been crippled, dared not, Han Qingying, the head of the Han family, dared not, and neither did the elite disciples kneeling on the ground with faces full of despair.

Scared.

They were all scared.

Yunping stood there, his eyes filled with a disdainful solitude, his brows radiating a chilling killing intent. Despite the torrential rain and howling winds, he remained unmoved, gazing at the Jiang family members without a trace of sorrow or joy.

The head of the Jiang family was deposed, and Jiang Huaru only had fifteen meridians left in her body. All the other branch family heads were dead!

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Huaru, Jiang Tianyou, and Jiang Jingzhong, the head of the Jiang family, remained from the senior ranks of the Jiang family.

Yes, only they are left.

Yun Ping ignored the other disciples and cultivators of the Jiang family, simply making them kneel and sealing their souls.

To him, these people were no different from ants; a single thought was enough to kill them a thousand times over.

Amidst the torrential rain and thunder, Yun Ping walked up to Jiang Jingzhong and stared at the Jiang family patriarch, who lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, struggling in terror as he tried to escape.

The former overlord of the Extreme Heaven Domain is now in this state.

Before this, as a saint, he probably never imagined that he would end up in such a state.

“I told you, none of you will be leaving today.”

Yun Ping stared coldly at Jiang Jingzhong, his eyes filled with contempt for life. "You ask me why I'm targeting your Jiang family? I can tell you why now."

"Because of all the wrong things you could have done, you Jiang family members messed with my Yunping's apprentice."

He twisted his right hand towards the void, and the next moment, a tall figure appeared beside Yun Ping, his purple hair slowly getting wet with raindrops.

This person was none other than Jiang Yuetian, who lived in the Jiang family courtyard!

However, Jiang Yuetian seemed to be unconscious at the moment. This was Yun Ping's deliberate act. He made him unconscious while grabbing him from a distance, so that Xiao Jiang would not see this scene.

Yun Ping swiftly cast several spells, which adhered to Jiang Yuetian's snow-white skin. Immediately, his storage ring flashed with silver light, temporarily storing Jiang Yuetian inside.

After doing all this, he looked up at the enormous Chiang family estate.

That was a vast territory, like a city. If you really had to compare it, the Jiang family was probably equivalent to three Jinglin cities. And within it, countless Jiang family members were doing their own things in their respective courtyards.

They were completely unaware that outside the Jiang family, their patriarch had become a cripple, and their prized elite disciples were like fish on a chopping board, at their mercy.

Yunping waved his sleeve and took a step forward. In an instant, he appeared about a hundred meters above the Jiang family's residence.

He didn't hesitate to use the Martial Emperor's Halberd in order to take revenge on the Jiang family.

He could not bear to see his disciples treated this way while the Chiang family remained unscathed.

Right now, he wants to make the Jiang family pay the price.

He twisted again, and the vortex that erupted from his palm pulled Jiang Jingzhong towards him. Yun Ping grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Jiang Jingzhong seemed to sense something. He struggled desperately, but now that he was no different from an ordinary person, his strength was negligible. How could he possibly break free from Yun Ping's restraints?

Despair shone in his eyes. At this moment, Jiang Jingzhong only hoped that someone could save his life, and he was willing to give up everything for it!

But... save?

Who dares to save them?

Han Qingying, the head of the Han family, is a saint who has cultivated for a thousand years, the peak of strength in the Extreme Heaven Domain, and a great power who has integrated the Great Dao. Does he dare to do this?

Trembling and with his head down, Han Qingying didn't even dare to breathe. Did he dare?

dare not.

No one dared to save Jiang Jingzhong.

"I gave you three days because I don't want innocent people who have nothing to do with me to die at my hands."

Yunping lifted Jiang Jingzhong high, his merciless eyes fixed on the Jiang family below.

"But you did nothing. This was supposed to be your last chance... but you didn't seize it."

Yunping raised his hand, his eyes filled with regret.

But soon, this regret turned into overwhelming killing intent!

Because of the Chiang family, he had to be eliminated!

His palm gathered an extremely terrifying spiritual energy, like an endless vortex leading to a dark abyss. The heavens and earth trembled at this indescribably terrifying spiritual energy!

This was the first time the Jiang family had sensed the spiritual energy within Yunping, but it was beyond description!

A sage? No, it is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless times more powerful than a sage! It is a power capable of shattering the sky and cracking the earth!

Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!

The sky and earth changed color, as if the heavens had cracked open. Yun Ping grabbed Jiang Jingzhong by the neck with one hand and raised the other hand high.