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

Yes, Fang Yan knew.

Lu Chonghou was exceptionally talented, and his talent was probably on par with his own.

Lu Chonghou worked harder than anyone else, even harder than himself. He practiced his skills constantly and thought about ways to become stronger. Before he became jealous of himself, he was considerate of his comrades and had a strong ability to inspire them on the battlefield.

He is almost exactly the same as himself.

But Fang Yan was lucky; he was always in front of Lü Chonghou, which eventually aroused Lü Chonghou's jealousy.

If luck is on your side, and the one who receives the great fortune isn't Fang Yan, or if Fang Yan never received any fortune at all—

Perhaps the outcome would have been different.

So Lu Chonghou... did nothing wrong except for jealousy.

Lu Chonghou was stunned for a moment, a trace of unwilling anger flashed in his eyes, and he roared as he gripped the magic weapon spear and swept it forward.

"Fang Yan!!"

"Feel sorry."

The heavy sword rises.

Between heaven and earth, there is only the Emperor's sword.

That was a sword that blotted out the sky.

An unparalleled domineering aura engulfed Lü Chonghou in the blink of an eye.

The final sword strike, gleaned from the Nine Emperors Sword Technique, is the condensation of the strongest sword style among the nine emperors' sword techniques. It transcends time and space, condensing the sword intent of all nine great beings into a single strike.

An unparalleled sword strike.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The golden light dissipated.

The emperor's overwhelming power quietly dissipated.

Lu Chonghou vomited a mouthful of blood, and his trembling hand involuntarily loosened its grip on the spear.

His gun... never even touched Fang Yan.

He stared blankly down at his abdomen and found that a black heavy sword had pierced through it—he could feel that his spiritual root was completely shattered and most of his internal organs were destroyed.

Lu Chonghou leaned forward and fell onto Fang Yan's shoulder.

Feeling the weight of his former comrade-in-arms, Fang Yan lowered his head, saying nothing and not drawing his sword, but silently... feeling it...

Feeling Lu Chonghou's body temperature... it slowly turned cold.

"Fang Yan..."

It was almost as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

Lu Chonghou turned his head, opened his blood-stained lips, and bit Fang Yan's vulnerable neck with his teeth, which were hardly sharp.

However, he had no strength left.

His sharp teeth couldn't penetrate Fang Yan's skin at all, but he still bit down with all his might.

Fang Yan did not choose to push him away, but let Lü Chonghou bite him.

After a moment, Lü Chonghou released his grip.

He looked at the faint tooth mark stained with blood on Fang Yan's neck and suddenly smiled.

"Finally... I've hurt you."

Lu Chonghou's words sounded as if he had been relieved.

His head slowly drooped down, as if he felt at ease, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he slowly lost his life.

Finally, it stopped moving.

Fang Yan silently drew his heavy sword.

The bright moonlight shone on Lü Chonghou's face. Looking at that pale, smiling face, Fang Yan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, hardened his heart, and slowly turned around.

He picked up Lü Chonghou's magical spear, which had fallen to the ground, and glanced back.

Goodbye, comrade.

30. A true world for two

"I didn't expect that kid to finish so quickly."

The white-robed youth, sitting upright in the rocking chair, glanced slightly and saw that the domineering and fierce imperial aura not far away had vanished completely along with the swirling waves.

He had thought that Fang Yan might go easy on his former comrade-in-arms, or that the two sides might first play the emotional card for half an hour before getting down to business.

Unexpectedly, more than 20 years later, not only has his cultivation level changed, but his state of mind has also grown a lot.

To so decisively wield one's sword and kill a former comrade who had betrayed one is something not everyone can do.

It's truly rare to find someone like Fang Yan who possesses such a resolute and courageous heart.

"Next, it's our turn to handle things here."

Yunping crossed his legs, facing a dark wave filled with an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

The 100,000-strong demon army that crawled out of the Abyss of Demons was now quietly awaiting the orders of their sole commander—Demon General Wang Xiaomo.

Once Wang Xiaomo gives the order, their killing intent will be unleashed without reservation, and in the next instant they will rush forward without hesitation to destroy this already precarious and dilapidated city.

Of course.

Wang Xiaomo hesitated to give the order.

Her gaze darted back and forth between Yun Ping and Gu Xingzhuo, lingering on the white-haired boy for a few seconds before turning her gaze, with mixed feelings, to Yun Ping, who was lounging with his legs crossed and looking nonchalant.

The scene of 20,000 demon army soldiers being purified into ashes and vanished as gold paper still echoed in Wang Xiaomo's mind. He couldn't see through the white-robed youth's cultivation level, nor did he know his identity.

She tried to ask the Demon Lord to get an accurate answer.

But whether it was Jade Demon Lord or that other person... they all seemed to have abandoned him. No matter how he tried to communicate with them, he could not get any orders.

but--

The demon general's body and the words that the great man had instilled in her last night... still made her own decision.

Wang Xiaomo took a step forward.

The 100,000 demons behind him also took a step forward.

hum~

Wang Xiaomo felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. Gravity surged from all directions, and the colors before his eyes were distorted and then reassembled. In the dim light, a blurry figure slowly pieced together before his eyes.

Her face darkened, and she subconsciously judged that she had fallen into some kind of formation. Just as she was about to use her demonic energy to break the illusion, the dizziness that had been lingering in her mind suddenly disappeared.

What appeared before them once again was indeed a dilapidated city of Broken Wood, protected only by towering walls.

But the person standing in front of her was not the young man in white shirt sitting in the rocking chair with an unknown smile.

Looking around, she realized that she didn't know when...

He stood where Yunping had originally been.

The unremarkable young man in white was sitting directly in front of the 100,000-strong demon army—the very spot where Wang Xiaomo, a demon general, should have been.

"I'm just an outsider."

The young man uttered simple words.

Having unexpectedly switched places and now standing together in two opposing identities, Wang Xiaomo and Gu Xingzhuo stared at Yun Ping in astonishment.

"So, I won't disturb your private time."

"If you have any little secrets, or anything you want to resolve... take care of it here."

The words fell.

Snapped!

The young man in the white shirt snapped his fingers.

It was as if it came from nowhere, seemingly falling from the sky or rising from the ground. In a moment beyond their conscious awareness, a pure black, invisible square barrier suddenly enveloped Gu Xingzhuo and Wang Xiaomo.

Within a two-kilometer radius, everything was shrouded in darkness. The outside world could not penetrate the seemingly empty barrier, and neither spiritual energy nor demonic energy could interfere with its interior.

In other words...

This is truly a world for two.

A small world that belongs only to Wang Xiaomo and Gu Xingzhuo.

"Outsiders have all been excluded, so now—"

The young man in the white shirt grinned.

He smiled and spread his hands, narrowing his dead fish eyes as he faced the terrifying army of 100,000 that even saints dared not confront.

Just at this moment.

The demons who crawled out of the terrifying abyss of the Demon Realm—those beings who should stand at the pinnacle of terror in this world—looked at the meaningful smile on the young man's face, and in unison... felt a chill run down their spines.

Let's look at something good!

……

……

In a closed world.

Only Gu Xingzhuo and Wang Xiaomo remained.

Despite the complete darkness all around, it posed no threat whatsoever to the two cultivators, both at the Void Transformation stage.

Wang Xiaomo could clearly see Gu Xingzhuo's snow-white hair and his pale face.

Gu Xingzhuo could also see Wang Xiaomo's black hair and the lips he had once kissed.

The two stared at each other in silence at that moment.