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

"The Four Flames Thousand Lines Array..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The four sides of the red cliffs exploded with a deafening roar, and the seventeen magic arrays covering the training ground shattered into countless tiny fragments like glass. At the same time, the countless thin red lines were also blasted into ashes.

It's broken... The Four Flames Thousand Lines Formation... is broken.

It wasn't broken by a forceful attack, nor was it broken by someone finding the core of the formation and using formation-breaking techniques.

Instead, it absorbed spiritual energy... absorbed it to its limit, and was burst!

That's the Four Flames Thousand Threads Formation, powerful enough to drain the spiritual energy of a half-immortal! No matter how many people are in the training ground, there's no way such a thing could happen!

what happened? !

"I'm sorry, I don't have any of those auspicious seven-colored clouds or golden armor..."

Suddenly, the voice of a young man rang in everyone's ears.

At this moment, Ye Yuchan, who was bound by demonic energy, suddenly widened her eyes, her expression blank, staring incredulously at the young man who had appeared on the platform at some unknown time.

She had a face completely different from what I remembered, and she was wearing a blue robe instead of a white one; her appearance and figure were also completely different.

But the moment Ye Yuchan saw him, her long-dormant heart suddenly stirred with restlessness.

That's the feeling of being moved.

It feels like 22 years have passed.

The young man stood in front of Ye Yuchan, his not-so-broad back facing her.

As always, he wore a deadpan expression and uttered light, indifferent words.

"But the confidence to crush everything—"

"I'm very confident."

26. This is my attitude towards the Demon Dynasty.

Jin He recognized the young man.

He claimed to be a relative of Ren Yao and defeated Qin Guang with his seemingly ordinary body.

At this moment, he appears here, and no one knows why.

But he stood right in front of Ye Yuchan, right in front of Zhou Yi, one of the Sixteen Demon Lords, spouting wild words with an expressionless face, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her green robe did not sway in the wind, nor did her hair.

Ye Yuchan stared blankly at the young man in front of her, but her eyes were filled with the image of that person from the past.

"Old rogue...?"

She murmured softly, as if in disbelief, her eyes gradually welling up with mist and tears.

However, Yunping did not reply to her.

She simply chuckled, glanced at Ye Yuchan's familiar pretty face, then turned around, raised her head, and gazed at the wrinkled mirror above with a faint smile.

Faced with this sudden appearance, Zhou Yi stopped gathering demonic energy and frowned, puzzled: "Who are you?"

"I?"

Without turning his head, Yun Ping gave a thumbs-up, pointed to Ye Yuchan and Uncle Ding behind him, spread his hands, and laughed, "Didn't they just say that—"

"I am the invincible powerhouse who can subdue the heavens with a wave of his hand and the earth with a stomp of his foot, and who is unmatched by anyone in heaven or earth."

He said these words as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without the slightest hint of joking.

It was as if he truly believed he was invincible.

Zhou Yi's expression suddenly turned exceptionally cold. He narrowed his eyes and cautiously scanned Yun Ping's body.

His physical body looked perfectly normal, and he appeared to be an ordinary human being.

However, Zhou Yi did not think Yun Ping was such a simple person. First, the shattering of the Four Flames Thousand Lines Formation, and then the sudden appearance of his methods, all proved that the young man in front of her was not someone to be trifled with.

Despite this, Zhou Yi was not afraid at all.

Because he is one of the sixteen demon lords and one of the pillars of the demon dynasty, there are many people in the world whose cultivation level is higher than his, but no one dares to touch him.

Because if you touch him, it will be a provocation against the Demon Dynasty, which could invite the Demon Emperor—a True Immortal—to hunt you down!

Zhou Yi stared coldly at Yun Ping, and chuckled lightly, "So, you're going to stand up for the Ranshan Sect?"

"No no no."

The old rogue stretched out his finger and waved it twice in front of Zhou Yi.

He shook his head with a faint smile, then his smile vanished, and an indescribable chill gradually rose in his dark, deep eyes—

It was a merciless, icy coldness.

"To be precise, it's not just about standing up for the Ranshan faction."

"Instead, it's about everyone here—"

"Send them all to hell."

……

As soon as Yunping said this...

The wrinkle-reducing device, suspended in mid-air, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He smiled, and Jin He and the others laughed along with him.

Among the people of the Demon Dynasty, only Li Linsa did not laugh.

Jin He and others believed that the Four Flames Thousand Lines Formation broke because the Ranshan Sect had many disciples and a large number of adjudicators, which was why it barely reached the limit of the Four Flames Thousand Lines Formation.

But Li Linsa knew... at the moment the formation shattered—

She sensed it... that spiritual energy far surpassing that of a half-immortal was not accumulated slowly, but exploded in the blink of an eye...

In other words, this ordinary young man before us...

He's at least at the level of a half-immortal!

But would she dare to say it?

She didn't dare.

Because at this very moment, as Jin He and Zhou Yi burst into laughter, she clearly saw... Yun Ping's upturned lips had already vanished, and in his black pupils... a ruthless killing intent slowly revealed itself.

For some reason, she suddenly smiled too.

Laugh, laugh.

Anyway... there won't be a chance to laugh anymore.

……

"It seems you are very confident. Indeed, even I cannot see through your cultivation level. Perhaps you are a saint, or perhaps... you are a demigod."

Although Zhou Yi thought that being a demigod was a bit of an exaggeration, he didn't care at all.

He flashed to the front of the cloud, standing directly opposite the young man, and said with a smirk: "But no matter what, I am also a member of the Demon Dynasty, with the Four Great Demon Lords and the current True Immortal Demon Emperor above me. Let alone killing me, even if you injure me by the slightest hair, you will be relentlessly hunted down by the Demon Dynasty."

"I am standing right here—"

Zhou Yi stood arrogantly before the cloud, a mocking and sarcastic smile on his face.

He believed that Yun Ping could not be from the Immortal Capital, because he knew all sixteen Immortal Lords and three Venerable Immortals of the Immortal Capital. Yun Ping could not be from the Immortal Capital, and even if he was, he certainly could not be a Saint-level being.

Therefore, he was not afraid; he was not afraid at all.

Zhou Yi reached out, smiling, and leaned her face closer, then patted her cheek.

"—Forget about killing me, I'll give you a chance to slap me in the face."

Do you dare?

……

Yunping remained expressionless.

It didn't move.

He just stood there, his eyes lifeless, his lips flat and tasteless.

Remaining silent.

After maintaining this posture for a full five seconds, Zhou Yi couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Is it because you don't dare? Did you lose your courage after considering that I am a member of the Demon Dynasty?"

"You were just saying you'd send us to hell, and now you don't even dare to slap me in the face?"

After speaking, Zhou Yi turned around with a mocking smile.

That is, the instant he turned around.

The world before his eyes suddenly twisted ninety degrees.

—Huh?

Zhou Yi seemed a little confused as to why this was happening, but in the next second, he understood.

Because of the sudden, intense pain, his neck was snapped by a single hand!

boom!

Before anyone knew it, Yunping had rolled up the sleeves of his long robe, placed his slender arm on the back of Zhouyi's neck, and with a forceful twist, broke the saint's spine.

That wasn't all. Yunping's figure vanished suddenly and reappeared in front of Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye.

There was simply no time to react; the speed was beyond what the naked eye could perceive.

A flash of light and shadow, and Zhou Yi felt half of her face suddenly go numb. Before her eyes, blood and flesh flew everywhere!

With a single palm strike, Yun Ping smashed half of Zhou Yi's face. The force of the blow distorted the very space around them, even silencing the sound of the explosion.

No sound.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Yunping remained silent, and when he struck down with his palm, there was no sound whatsoever.