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

Yun Ping raised his head, staring at Gu Tianwang's slightly ferocious and distorted face without any sadness, joy, anger, or resentment, and chuckled softly.

"Don't underestimate the power of cultivating immortality."

next moment.

Gu Tianwang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand formed a claw, tearing through the void as it attacked from Yun Ping's side. The speed was so fast that it seemed to directly cross space, and in an instant, it grabbed Yun Ping's most vulnerable neck.

Bang bang bang!

Countless sonic booms erupted from Gu Tianwang's right arm, his muscles instantly filled with a large amount of pure spiritual energy, and the veins on his hand bulged as he gripped the white-robed youth's neck tightly.

The young man named Yunping was casually grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air.

King Gu grinned, his laughter exceptionally arrogant: "I don't know what methods you used to get my banquet to this point, but I'll return the favor for what you just said—"

"Don't underestimate a fortune teller."

The power in his arm surged again, and all the onlookers saw was a chaotic surge of spiritual energy. He twisted his wrist violently, and in an instant, the young man's fragile and slender neck was twisted and snapped.

With a click—

The young man's head seemed to have gone limp, slumping on his shoulder at an extremely exaggerated angle. His bangs covered his eyes, and he was being held up by Gu Tianwang like a corpse.

……

died?

The leaders of the four schools of qin (a stringed instrument), chess, calligraphy, and painting stared blankly at the young man whose neck had been snapped, speechless with shock.

Just like that, Gu Tianwang snapped his neck and he died?

Could it be that he was just pretending all along?

Cao Qingluo stared blankly at the young man on the throne, then glanced at Gu Tianwang, whose body was faintly enveloped in the aura of the Great Dao. After a long while, he sighed silently.

"Ugh……"

No one knew what his sigh meant.

Looking at the lifeless youth in his hands, King Gu's face turned cold, and his tone became extremely indifferent: "I thought he was someone important, but it turns out he's just a charlatan..."

Click.

Before he could finish speaking...

An unbelievable scene unfolded—

The young man named Yunping suddenly had his broken neck completely healed. His drooping head slowly lifted, and his dark hair slowly moved to reveal his eyes hidden beneath it.

Those were black eyes, an extreme black, as if they wanted to completely suck you in, swallow you up, and seal you in an absolutely dark, immobile black abyss.

"A fortune teller...?"

Yunping licked his lips, and a faint trace of blood-red color gradually appeared in his dark, abyss-like eyes.

That was the color of murderous intent.

"I don't care if you're a demigod, a saint, or an emperor..."

A hand was placed on Gu Tianwang's right arm.

In an instant, Gu Tianwang's physical body and even his soul were greeted by a bone-chilling cold. Years of combat experience told him that he was about to face an unimaginable and terrifying scene.

But it was just a hand that was as thin and weak as could be.

Yunping smiled too.

But his smile wasn't menacing.

But it was eerily unsettling.

"If I want to kill you, no one can stop me."

puff.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Whose blood is it?

Is it that young man's? Or Yunping's?

No, that's not the case.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

King Gu staggered back three steps, almost falling back onto his throne. He stared at his now empty right arm, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

The stunned gazes of the crowd fell on the ground in the distance. The thick arm, stained with blood, had left its owner and lay quietly on the crimson carpet.

97. I interrupted you.

In the blink of an eye, Emperor Gu Tianwang's hand was forcibly torn off.

what happened?

what happened?

No one knows what happened in that fleeting moment, invisible to the naked eye. The sect elders didn't know, the sect leaders at the Void Transformation stage didn't know, and even the sage Cao Qingluo didn't know.

Xu Guangying, who was a demigod, kept his head down, neither looking, asking, nor touching.

He knew he absolutely could not utter a single extra word.

Because when that person is angry, anyone who dares to speak out...

That can kill people.

"you……"

King Gu gritted his teeth, staring at his bloodied arm that had been torn off. He immediately circulated his spiritual energy to seal the wound, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force with his right arm.

The next instant, his severed right arm miraculously emerged from the break, forming a brand new arm.

No wonder he's called a demigod; what terrifying self-healing ability!

He grinned, gazing at Yun Ping as he walked towards him step by step, and said with a smile, "I am becoming more and more curious about who you are, that you could damage my body which has been tempered for nearly a thousand years."

"To be honest, your physical body is nothing special."

"In my opinion, it's actually a bit...too brittle."

Yunping took a step forward.

This step, however, seemed to cover a thousand miles, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of King Gu.

How could a half-immortal be compared to an ordinary cultivator? The moment he sensed Yun Ping's figure appear, he formed his right hand into a palm, and a vast amount of spiritual energy, accompanied by layers of the aura of the Great Dao, surged into it.

At this moment, his body was covered with a light red, semi-transparent outer layer, from which layers of blood energy rapidly dissipated.

This is a sign that martial arts are manifesting!

Anyone in the arena who had practiced martial arts and come into contact with the Great Dao could see that this layer of blood energy was a sign of the manifestation of martial arts. Unlike other Great Daos, martial arts do not have a manifestation of the Great Dao. In other words, the manifestation of the Great Dao of martial arts is the cultivator himself.

Once the martial arts within the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth are activated, the breath of the Great Dao will, for a period of time, refine the cultivator's flesh, meridians, bones, spiritual essence, and ultimately even their soul.

After martial arts have refined one's soul, even a saint's strength may approach that of a half-immortal!

This is the most terrifying aspect of martial arts: its power can strengthen the physical body and soul to another level.

Faced with the rapidly approaching palm strike, Yun Ping neither dodged nor evaded, letting the palm strike imbued with the aura of martial arts strike his chest.

boom!

That was a deafening explosion.

A terrifying hurricane passed through Yun Ping's body, pierced his spine, and transformed into an extremely sharp, swirling wind blade, cutting the road within a straight line of over a thousand meters behind Yun Ping into unrecognizable pieces.

It was just one palm strike.

The power of a single palm strike, even if it pierced through Yun Ping's body, could still create a gust of wind that could cut through buildings a thousand meters away. As a half-immortal, Gu Tianwang's power, enhanced by martial arts, was simply like that of a ghost or god!

Everyone present gasped in shock; the Great Dao established by the Martial Emperor was truly terrifying!

However, despite being struck head-on by Gu Tianwang's palm, Yun Ping acted as if nothing had happened, and then used his other hand to press down on Gu Tianwang's newly grown right hand.

Puff!

"Ahhhhh!!"

With a sharp, twisting pain, Gu Tianwang staggered backward, nearly falling off the steps.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he tightly gripped his right arm, which had been twisted off again. Gazing at the gushing blood, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Yunping.

He took a blow from his own palm...

Unharmed.

Yunping's eyes remained as cold as ever.

He casually tossed the cumbersome arm aside and walked steadily toward King Gu.

This time, he looked down at him and said, "Is that all the strength you have? The martial arts established by the Martial Emperor are not limited to this level."

Mocking.

His tone was full of mockery and disdain for this emperor, who was universally acknowledged by Heaven.

One step, one step, and another.

King Gu swore that he had never been so afraid of the sound of a person's footsteps in his entire life.

That was practically the footsteps of Death, no, it was the sound that even Death would fear, that would make him tremble and run away.

Boom, boom, boom.

Some dull footsteps.

sizzle--

A sound like electricity emanated from Gu Tianwang's body. Under the influence of the martial arts aura, the bones inside his body were refined with the martial arts. The light red outer garment around him became even darker, and the power of the martial arts aura more than doubled.

He restored his broken right arm, then pressed it, his hair standing on end by the terrifying shockwave. He grinned and took a step towards Yun Ping.

boom!

Behind him, countless cracks appeared on the ground of the entire imperial palace!