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

Wang Xiaomo landed on his feet and spoke again, but his words were tinged with panic.

"If it were an ordinary person, they would have been stabbed to death by now."

The sharp black thorns couldn't even penetrate Yun Ping's thin white shirt; they were inexplicably repelled the moment they touched him, as if there was an invisible barrier around him.

The old rogue yawned nonchalantly and replied with a smile, "Maybe it's because I was born with superhuman strength."

"Stop joking!!"

Wang Xiaomo glared angrily at Yun Ping: "I am one of the Sixteen Demon Lords. You don't want to know the price of fooling me? Quickly tell me your name!"

"Are you from the Immortal Capital, or some other deity?!"

"I have no connection with immortals, but as for who I am..."

Yunping rubbed his chin, then extended his index finger and pointed to the sky.

His words echoed before the towering walls of Shattered Wood City.

"I do have another identity."

"I am God."

……

These words were spoken.

Wang Xiaomo couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes filled with murderous intent and resentment as he looked at Yun Ping.

He clenched his fist, reached into the void with his right hand, and pulled out a brand new, jet-black giant axe from that dark and distorted world. He said coldly, "It seems you haven't realized the kind of trouble that fooling me will bring."

"I'm not fooling you."

Pointing his index finger to the sky.

The young man suddenly straightened his expression, as if he were talking about something extremely serious.

"I am God, I am the Lord. If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate!"

"Let's start with something simple—God said, 'Let there be light.'"

The character "光" (light) falls.

The dark clouds that filled the sky vanished in the blink of an eye, and dazzling light poured down from the horizon. The blazing sun, as if reborn, hung high above everyone's heads, casting its brilliant white light upon the entire Broken Wood City.

Yunping's profile was illuminated by the light, and he looked at Wang Xiaomo with a smile, seemingly quite satisfied.

However, the Demon Lord remained unmoved. The demonic aura on the axe blade grew even stronger. He manipulated Wang Xiaomo, twisting her exquisite and beautiful features into a ferocious and distorted expression: "You think this petty trick..."

"And then let's try something a little more difficult—"

Yunping interrupted him mercilessly, his gaze falling on the brand-new black axe blade.

"God said, 'No fighting!'"

Click!

A cracking sound.

It's not just one dish.

Instead, there are thousands, hundreds, and tens of thousands of paths!

A single word, devoid of power, boundless spiritual energy, demonic aura, or the Great Dao.

It was just a single sentence.

All the magical artifacts of the 20,000-strong demon army shattered!

The giant axe in Wang Xiaomo's hand, which was surrounded by demonic energy, shattered into tiny iron filings that drifted away with a gentle breeze.

……

Quiet.

Suddenly, there was complete silence.

His pale face grew even paler. Wang Xiaomo stared blankly at his right hand, which was gripping the void. Just now, he had clearly summoned a demonic artifact...

But after that one sentence, however…

That's all?

Yun Ping coldly stared at the 20,000-strong demon army before him, who stood frozen in shock, still pointing to the sky, his tone still indifferent.

"God said, 'Be respectful.'"

Pfft!

A deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

That was the sound of kneeling.

It was the sound of the 20,000-strong demon army, those who cultivated the demonic path, and the demon cultivators who had lost their magical artifacts kneeling in unison.

In perfect unison, as if it had been agreed upon from the very beginning, everyone knelt down at this moment.

They immediately lost control of their lower bodies and fell to their knees.

Even Wang Xiaomo was no exception. As a demon general and a demon lord, he knelt down before Yun Ping on the spot.

I can't move my body.

No matter how hard they tried to stand up, or even to pry their knees off with their hands, their lower bodies seemed to belong to no one, pressed tightly against the ground.

why?

what happened?

no one knows.

"Now, God says—"

In the dead silence.

The young man's eyes were filled with ruthless killing intent.

He pointed his index finger to the sky, as if he were issuing a command to the heavens.

"The demonic cultivator must..."

dead!

……

No, he didn't utter the last word.

In sight, Wang Xiaomo, kneeling on both knees, had lost his original spirit. His expression was no longer ferocious, but had returned to its previous blankness. His eyes were filled with a little confusion, as if he was wondering why he was kneeling.

Yunping narrowed his eyes immediately: "Scared away, huh...?"

The demon lord who had been shouting earlier was now so frightened that he ran out of Wang Xiaomo's body.

Tsk, I was originally thinking of disciplining this little demonic cultivator a bit.

He turned around and looked thoughtfully at his own usually taciturn, deadpan face—Gu Xingzhuo, the fourth brother. As if remembering something, he looked at Wang Xiaomo, who was kneeling on the ground.

His memory went back a long, long time. When he dug a dead man's face out of a grave, he could clearly see the woman buried next to Gu Xingzhuo through the small mound of earth.

It was Wang Xiaomo standing right in front of me.

The old rogue knew Gu Xingzhuo's story and also understood the kid's cowardice.

And then there's the Four Blood Purgatory beneath Shattered Wood City...

"Isn't now the right time...?"

The old rogue murmured something under his breath, then snorted coldly and glanced indifferently at the vast army of the Demon Dynasty.

With a wave of his hand, in an instant...

Pure holy light poured down from above, and in the next instant, an extremely sacred golden light appeared above the heads of every demonic cultivator, and the next second, the hair on their heads began to turn a brilliant golden color.

Intense pain swept through their bodies. They wanted to scream, but they didn't have the chance, because their bodies were quickly occupied by golden light and, a few seconds later, turned into countless sheets of shimmering golden paper, which drifted away and fell.

Several pieces of paper, not yet completely dissolved, floated past Fang Yan and the others. To their astonishment, they discovered that the writing on the papers was none other than Buddhist text…

The way they died... clearly, these demonic cultivators had been purified.

Only one person was unaffected.

Wang Xiaomo.

Wang Xiaomo looked around in confusion, watching his subordinates scatter gold paper one by one. His eyes showed a hint of panic as he looked blankly at the white-robed youth in front of him.

Yunping, however, didn't even glance at her.

He waved his hand again, but this time, no golden light fell.

Wang Xiaomo vanished without a trace, as if she disappeared into thin air. No one saw how she disappeared, and no one knew where she went.

died?

"I let her go back."

Yunping turned around and said something to Gu Xingzhuo.

Gu Xingzhuo was taken aback and remained silent for a while.

"why……"

"Because she cannot die by my hand."

Gu Xingzhuo: "..."

He understood what Yunping meant.

That's why he had such a resentful expression, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists tightly.

Yunping walked past his fourth disciple, patted the latter on the shoulder, and said nothing.

In the silence, he turned his gaze to a black-haired youth who was standing there dumbfounded, almost like a vegetable, and waved to him.

Fang Yan was still reeling from the powerful return of the mysterious senior. He was in a daze when Yun Ping waved to him. It took him a few seconds to come to his senses.

"Senior...you...you called me?"

"It's you, Polygon Irregular Flame, come here right now, I have something to ask you."