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

She rolled her eyes at Yunping, and looking at the speaker that the old rogue had suddenly brought out, she probably already guessed what was going to happen next.

Yunping chuckled and slapped his hand on the speaker, instantly creating a magic array.

What followed was a song that resounded throughout the entire venue.

[I roam freely, commanding respect from all...]

Ye Yuchan, Zhang Ruoxue, and Gu Xingzhuo: "..."

The sudden singing startled Wang Xiaomo and the corpse puppet, who instinctively thought it was some kind of demonic sound and immediately covered their ears.

However, they soon realized that it was just music, and they looked ahead in confusion.

Zhang Ruoxue's lips twitched: "Teacher, what is this...?"

"This is a siege battle, such a serious occasion. Don't you think something's missing if there's no background music?"

"And as the saying goes, with my background music playing, no one can..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A silver-white arrow pierced through the pitch-black speaker completely.

And the classic background music abruptly stopped at that moment.

The silver-haired girl, who had silently drawn her magical artifact, glared at Yun Ping and said coldly, "Can't you be serious? We're at war!"

"Okay, okay... I just thought having some background music before the battle would create a good atmosphere, why get so excited~"

The old rogue smiled and waved his hand – anyway, he had tinkered with this speaker once, and it could be mass-produced afterward, so it didn't matter if Ye Yuchan shot it and broke it.

He seemed to take nothing seriously, even after being lectured by his own sister Yuchan, he still acted as if it didn't matter.

His dead fish eyes were fixed on the figure beside Wang Xiaomo.

"Ruoxue".

“I know.” Zhang Ruoxue clenched her fists tightly, snorted coldly, and glanced disdainfully at the corpse puppet: “His true form isn’t here.”

That's right.

The person Zhang Ruoxue seeks revenge against is the Demon Lord who wears a bat mask, and the corpse puppet that appears here at this moment is merely a person possessed by that Demon Lord.

Ye Yuchan immediately understood, her eyes narrowing: "That coward... hid at home and didn't dare to come out?"

"It seems we have no choice but to push through."

Zhang Ruoxue clasped her fists together, looking as if she was ready to wreak havoc.

But just as she was about to charge forward, the old rogue suddenly shot her in the head.

"What are you thinking about?" Yun Ping rolled his eyes at Zhang Ruoxue: "By the time you get to his main body, you'll be too exhausted to go and die."

"What should we do then..." Zhang Ruoxue covered her head and stared blankly back at Yunping.

"It's simple, just give me your hand."

"hand?"

Zhang Ruoxue pondered for a few seconds but couldn't figure it out. Then, she gave up and handed her hand to Yunping.

The old rogue grabbed Ruoxue's fair little hand and then revealed a lewd smile.

The moment that smile appeared, Zhang Ruoxue's heart skipped a beat.

She knew she was doomed; she had fallen for the old rogue's trick.

Sure enough, the next second, a tremendous force struck.

"Let's give it a try, the intercontinental... no, the Zhangji missile!"

Bang bang bang! !

With a powerful flick of his wrist, Yun Ping sent Zhang Ruoxue flying into the distance like a shooting star.

Yes, Zhang Ruoxue flew away.

At an incredibly terrifying speed, far exceeding the limits achievable by cultivators in the Void Transformation stage! Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought a saint was walking on air.

Wang Xiaomo and the others were stunned for a moment as they watched Zhang Ruoxue disappear rapidly into the horizon.

Then, the corpse puppet standing next to Wang Xiaomo suddenly paused, as if sensing something, and quickly lowered its head, saying in a deep voice:

"That mad dog came looking for me... I'm leaving this place to you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaomo dared not refuse and could only nod.

In the next instant, the corpse puppet turned into pitch-black corpse water and disappeared without a trace.

On the other hand, let's look at Yunping's side.

The old rogue shook his hand and then turned his gaze to Ye Yuchan with a smile.

Yu Chan's expression immediately turned horrified.

"Come here, Little Cicada, let your teacher hold your hand~"

"This...this isn't quite right, is it?" Ye Yuchan gave a wry smile, taking two steps back in fright. "We're master and disciple, after all. Such intimate actions will cause misunderstandings..."

The word "会" has not yet appeared.

Yunping had already grabbed Ye Yuchan's hand.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Thus, the second streak of light appeared after Zhang Ruoxue.

—Interval missile.

The old rogue clapped his hands in satisfaction, looked at Wang Xiaomo in the distance, and smiled slightly.

He silently pulled a snow-white rocking chair from thin air, lay down without any tension, crossed his legs, clasped his hands together, and squinted his eyes.

"Their respective battlefields have been assigned, so now..."

"It's our turn now."

29. Goodbye, comrades.

Fang Yan.

Lü Chonghou.

In the past, these were two people that the Lantian Empire was proud of.

Comrades who have fought together for many years are also partners who can get drunk and boast together at the same table.

Fang Yan never imagined that one day he would stand against Lü Chonghou, against his former friend, and point his sword at him.

Behind Fang Yan were hundreds of soldiers of the Guardian Army.

Their gazes lingered on Lü Chonghou, then on the group of mangled corpses behind him.

Those who were transformed into corpse puppets were their relatives, their partners, their lovers, their masters, and their disciples.

They were comrades-in-arms from the past.

At this moment, however, it appears in this half-dead, walking corpse state.

"Lord Lü Chonghou!!!"

Fang Yan gripped the heavy black sword in his hand tightly, his dark pupils filled with rage.

He pointed his sword directly at the expressionless Lü Chonghou, and a torrent of spiritual energy erupted like a volcanic eruption: "You actually turned our Guardian Army soldiers... into corpse puppets!"

"Many of these people were trained by you, soldiers you mentored from the very beginning... You actually... You actually..."

Despite having already learned this from Zhang Ruoxue, Fang Yan still harbored a sliver of hope.

He simply couldn't believe... that Lü Chonghou would do something so heinous.

They fought on the battlefield for twenty years. During those twenty years, they were accompanied by the soldiers of the Guardian Army. To them, these people were their family, their loved ones.

However, Lü Chonghou did not hesitate to kill his own family members and turn them into corpse puppets.

This is utterly morally depraved and inhumane!

"What's the point of saying all this now?"

Lu Chonghou felt no remorse whatsoever. He coldly stared at Fang Yan: "The empire is about to perish, what use is this Guardian Army?"

"Relatives? Family members? On the battlefield, do you think anyone cares about these things? They served me before they died, and they will serve me after they die. To them, there is no difference."

"Nonsense!" Fang Yan shouted angrily, "Your logic is completely twisted; don't treat soldiers like human beings!"

"War is always cruel. To win a war, you have to be more cruel and ruthless than the enemy... As far as I am concerned, soldiers? They are nothing but expendable resources."

"you--!"

Fang Yan was so angry that he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Chonghou snorted coldly, raised his hand, and said calmly, "No need for further words. As for who is more suitable to be a general, everything will become clear after a battle."

"Let my Guardian Army and your Guardian Army... have a battle between generals. Do you dare to accept this challenge?"

……

Fang Yan did not reply.

Instead, he gripped the black greatsword tightly in his right hand, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

After a silence of about half a minute, Lü Chonghou seemed to grow impatient. He narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "What? A dignified Protector General of the State, are you afraid of a mere former adjutant like me?"

"Afraid of you?"

Fang Yan slowly raised his head, a glint of indescribable brilliance flashing in his eyes.

At that very moment, a mysterious voice reached his ears.

Fang Yan's expression hardened, and he took a deep breath.

"it is good!"

"In this battle, Fang Yan suffered."

He raised his heavy sword high, pointing the blade to the sky, and his loud words echoed throughout the entire city of Shattered Wood.