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

"As for Broken Wood City... if we have to say, there are reinforcements, but the number is a bit small."

"Just one person."

Lu Chonghou frowned: "Alone?"

Currently, 20,000 demon army troops are attacking Broken Wood City. No matter how powerful Fang Yan is, or how profound the cultivation of that white-haired youth is, with their forces completely overwhelmed, unless a saint-level expert comes along, Broken Wood City will definitely not be able to be saved.

Even a saint might not be a match for the demon general Wang Xiaomo—after all, Wang Xiaomo has that expert and that demon lord behind him… With them around, the demon general cannot be defeated.

What can a person do all by themselves?

However, Ye Yuchan said this—

"Actually, he originally planned to come over, since it had been a long time since he had seen you, Ruoxue. But he changed his mind and asked me to come and help you instead."

Zhang Ruoxue blinked: "Why?"

Because he said—

Ye Yuchan smiled as she looked at Lü Chonghou in front of her, her eyes suddenly turning into someone's signature dead fish eyes, those lifeless eyes revealing endless contempt.

“Those small fry of this caliber don’t even deserve to die at his hands.”

……

Lu Chonghou's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

He stared at Ye Yuchan, whose face was full of contempt, his face full of anger, and the veins on his hand, which was gripping the gun, bulged.

This feeling of being looked down upon was precisely the reason he betrayed the Lantian Empire.

Ye Yuchan's words clearly showed that she didn't take him seriously; her contempt and disdain were the root of Lü Chonghou's anger and hatred.

Just as the demonic energy within him reached its peak, preparing to fight Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue to the death, a very familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Lu Chonghou's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it. He stood there stunned for a few seconds before recovering.

He glared angrily at Ye Yuchan, then calmed down and suppressed his resentment for the time being.

"Today is not the final battle. I will spare your lives for now. On the day of the final battle, I will surely cut off the heads of both of you and the man you speak of!"

After speaking, he swung his spear and waved his left hand, causing his cloak to billow with powerful waves. At the same time, demonic energy surged around him, enveloping him and the hundreds of corpse puppets he had left.

And in the next second, it turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Ran.

Ye Yuchan lowered her hand, which was about to summon the magic weapon Black Rain, and gave a bored twitch at the corner of her mouth: "They really ran away... I thought we could have a good fight."

"I also thought I'd have a chance to beat him up."

Zhang Ruoxue loosened her clenched fist, her tone full of regret.

“But judging from his appearance—” Ye Yuchan recalled Lü Chonghou’s astonished look before he left, and guessed, “He probably received orders or something, so he retreated temporarily.”

Otherwise, there would be no reason for the other side to suddenly retreat.

However, Zhang Ruoxue had no interest in thinking about such a problem.

"Speaking of which, is the teacher in Shattered Wood City right now?"

"Yeah... It's quite a coincidence, we've only been here a short time and we've already run into this mess."

Ye Yuchan gazed into the distance, in the direction of Broken Wood City.

"Right now, the old rogue should be..."

"She's just being provocative."

……

……

Fang Yan couldn't catch up.

His sword wasn't fast enough, his feet weren't fast enough, and he could only watch helplessly as Wang Xiaomo, who seemed to have transformed into a ghost god, swung his giant axe and slashed at the white-haired youth Gu Xingzhuo.

A half-broken ink brush, a broken body, crushed spiritual energy... Given these three factors, even Gu Xingzhuo himself didn't believe he could withstand this axe blow unscathed.

He was even prepared to be so badly injured that he would lose his ability to move.

Because at this moment, Wang Xiaomo seemed to be a completely different person. A maniacal smile was on his lips, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Without the slightest hesitation, the terrifying demonic energy gushed out like a spring.

Of course.

The slender, thin index and middle fingers precisely gripped the axe blade, which was swirling with dark, demonic energy and capable of distorting the surrounding space.

Hey~

An incredibly crisp sound.

A shockwave roared up, but for some reason, it couldn't lift the young man's white shirt or move his sparse, messy black hair.

The demonic energy vanished at that moment. From the moment those two fingers gripped the axe blade, the sharp point could no longer advance even half an inch. It was as if time and space had stopped, completely frozen in place.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Wang Xiaomo's smile vanished abruptly, Fang Yan's anxiety froze, and a hint of astonishment and excitement gradually appeared on Gu Xingzhuo's usually calm face.

A snow-white shirt.

Dark black hair.

An ordinary face.

A look of dejection in his eyes.

He stood there, a huge black axe between two fingers, a smug, punchable smile on his face.

Click.

The sound of something breaking.

Demon General Wang Xiaomo stared in astonishment as she felt an extremely violent tremor emanating from the giant axe in her hand.

Right where the young man's two fingers were pinching, countless cracks suddenly appeared!

boom!

A loud explosion rang out, and the indestructible, pitch-black giant axe was simply crushed by the young man's two fingers!

23. I am Kami.

The wind is not strong, and the clouds are not dispersed.

The person remained silent.

The young man stood before the astonished white-haired boy, one hand behind his back, the other still holding the position of two fingers pinching the air.

His face was ordinary, and his expression had a slight smile.

The sudden appearance of a single person caused even the demonic cultivators and the Guardian Army, who were engaged in fierce combat, to freeze in their tracks, staring blankly at the white-robed youth in the center of the battlefield, who clearly possessed no imposing presence whatsoever.

Fragments of the pitch-black giant axe were scattered all over the ground... in disarray, completely lacking the domineering aura it once possessed in cleaving everything in its path.

It was... crushed?

The magical artifact of Demon General Wang Xiaomo, a demonic artifact that only cultivators at the Void Transformation stage can wield...

They were thus crushed into pieces of useless scrap metal.

How did you do it?

No... before considering that question.

A question inevitably arose in everyone's mind.

Who is he?

Who are you?!

Wang Xiaomo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took several steps back, hastily increasing the distance between himself and the young man in white.

The words that came out of her mouth were not the clear, bell-like voice unique to young girls, but rather the words of a certain man.

Yun Ping silently put his hands behind his back, looking at the pair of eyes full of fear with interest, his eyes narrowed slightly: "So that's how it is. I was wondering why that axe blow was so powerful, almost approaching the level of a saint. It turns out that the person controlling the corpse puppet personally did the blow."

As he spoke, he rubbed the unharmed pads of his index and middle fingers twice with his thumb, as if savoring the power of the blow he had just delivered.

This blatant disregard for the other party provoked Wang Xiaomo… no, the one controlling Wang Xiaomo, to shout angrily—

"Answer my question!"

"Don't be so fierce..."

Yun Ping smiled and waved his hand, then walked towards Wang Xiaomo with extremely relaxed and slow steps, step by step, without any suspicion.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

Everyone around him focused their attention on the young man in white... They tried to see through him, but they could not see through his thin, misty body.

Fang Yan was like this, Wang Xiaomo was like this, and so were the demonic cultivators and the Guardian Army.

Only Gu Xingzhuo showed a rare expression of relief upon seeing the white-robed youth appear.

Because only he knew best who the young man in front of him really was.

"I'm just an ordinary person—just an honest guy who opened a small academy, took in a few disciples with no future, and was just planning to coast along and wait to die."

He slowly walked up to Wang Xiaomo, tilted his head, and smiled gently.

Before his smile could fade, Wang Xiaomo leaped back ten meters. At the same time, the demonic energy surging from his body transformed into hundreds and thousands of sharp black spikes, which appeared out of thin air and then flew towards Yun Ping from all directions and countless angles.

very bad.

Very bad.

The man in front of him gave him the exact same feeling as his Demon Emperor!

No... even... even more excessive!

Ding Ding Ding ~

It sounded like metal clashing.