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

If one had to put it into words, Ruoxue at this moment resembled a vicious wolf walking alone in a cold wind and snowstorm, her sharp, trembling teeth ready to pierce the prey she had already set her sights on, and her scarlet eyes held nothing but murderous intent.

He stood before the enraged wolf, casually spreading his hands and laughing, "As a reward for your hard work, I will not let your soul dissipate after your death. After all, your physical strength is rare in the world. If you are refined into a corpse puppet, you should be qualified to become one of the demon generals of my demon dynasty."

"Then I'm different."

Clenching her fists tightly, Zhang Ruoxue stared intently at him, her voice icy cold: "After you die, no matter how you die—"

I'll tear you to pieces!

The word "duan" fell!

Ruoxue's figure flashed with lightning speed, arriving in an instant. The power of her punch caused the space to tremble. A thick layer of blood-red mist wrapped around her icy right fist, its momentum like a mountain descending from the sky, and it exploded with a thunderous roar.

However, the Yin Zi longsword had long been impatient. With a single horizontal strike, the demonic aura stretched for over a hundred meters. In mid-air, a cold, shadowy light collided fiercely with the indestructible iron fist in an instant.

Demonic energy and spiritual essence, blood mist and black light—the sparks that burst forth briefly illuminated the area where the two were.

boom!

The ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed, and the violent tremors spread rapidly outwards. Even the demonic cultivators of the Demon Dynasty, hundreds of meters away, had to activate their demonic protective powers to avoid being affected by the two.

Ye Yuchan also suddenly took several steps back, and then, as if sensing something, looked in astonishment and fear into the distance—at the five dark mountain peaks that resembled the Five Finger Mountain.

There, something seemed to be slowly emerging.

……

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A clash between fist and sword.

Under the moonlight, the two figures transformed into two ghostly figures, one black and one red, clashing no less than four or five times every second. Such terrifying speed was extremely abnormal even to other cultivators at the Void Transformation stage.

That was an aura that no Void Realm cultivator could match. Zhang Ruoxue's body, tempered through countless trials, had already acquired the ability to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. To a large extent, among all Void Realm cultivators in the world, perhaps only Zhang Ruoxue could remain undefeated in a pure physical duel with a Martial Saint.

Because her physical body was personally tempered by the Great Desolate Heavenly Flame, one of the twenty-one ultimate techniques, and moreover, she herself is an extremely suitable person for cultivating martial arts!

however.

She is only comparable to a saint in terms of physical strength.

In terms of spiritual energy, she was only at the level of an ordinary Void Transformation stage cultivator.

"What's wrong? Where did that energy go?"

The long sword came from below at an angle. Zhang Ruoxue's expression turned slightly dejected. She had no choice but to take a few steps back and try her best to dodge the sword that had suddenly appeared from her blind spot.

Even though she tried her best to dodge, a section of her hair was still cut off by the sharp blade, and at the same time, a sudden pain came from her right cheek.

She reached out and touched it—her palm was instantly stained bright red.

Zhang Ruoxue looked at the ominous purple-black ghost sword with a slightly surprised expression, her eyes sharpening.

That sword... it didn't even touch her; it was able to injure her body with just its sword energy.

The aura surrounding the sword seemed to be possessed by a ghost; just one glance was enough to place one in a bottomless ice cave, utterly chilling.

The demonic energy emanating from the Demon Saint... swirled continuously on the sword.

With a flick of his sword, the masked man seemed to have already seen through Zhang Ruoxue's weakness, and said indifferently, "It seems that you are only interesting in terms of physical strength. Your spiritual energy is completely incomparable to the strength of your physical body."

"Besides, your unique technique seems to be just so-so."

Watching the wisps of blood rising from the girl's body, the man grinned, his tone full of mockery.

In the end, you're nothing special.

"Do you know? The reason I didn't kill you back then, besides because the formation was perfected, was for another reason."

The man's words startled Zhang Ruoxue.

Because she clearly sensed an extremely ominous feeling from the man's words.

She stood still, staring at the other person with a grim expression: "What's the reason?"

Beneath the mask.

He shot out a look as if he were looking at an idiot, then spread his hands, a sinister, sarcastic smile playing on his lips: "I'm telling you, you don't really think..."

Do you think I'd let you take my token so easily?

"What……?"

Token?

Are you referring to that token that you forcibly tore off during the struggle?

Zhang Ruoxue couldn't help but recall that it was by asking Fang Yan about the holder of that token that she learned that the culprit behind Jinglin Village was one of the sixteen demon lords of the Demon Dynasty.

"Although I don't do it intentionally every time, I will still do it a little if I have the chance."

"That token is a symbol of my identity. If it weren't for that token, it wouldn't be so easy for you people who want revenge to come looking for me."

"You... you?" Zhang Ruoxue seemed to have figured out what the other person was talking about, but she still shook her head in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand now?" The man turned around coldly and stared at Zhang Ruoxue: "Over the years, there have been twenty-five people, including you, who have come to seek revenge with the tokens I deliberately left behind."

"What do you think happened to the twenty-four people who came before you?"

The man grinned and said proudly, "I turned eighteen of them into corpse puppets, four of them were too weak so I ate them as fodder, and the other two were a pair of Daoist partners."

"I imprisoned them and enjoyed the feeling of toying with that male monk's lover in front of him. The feeling was... tsk tsk... really good."

"But it's a pity. Later I played some tricks, and the man couldn't stand the torture and committed suicide first. It's not very interesting to just leave the woman alone, so I simply killed them both and threw their bodies to my men as food."

"So..."

His manipulative gaze swept over Zhang Ruoxue repeatedly.

At this moment, the girl named Zhang Ruoxue was standing there blankly.

He seemed to thoroughly enjoy Ruoxue's reaction, smiling broadly: "You people who have come for revenge, even coming here for revenge is part of my plan. Your lives... were already destined from the moment I slaughtered your family and loved ones."

The man extended his left hand and slowly clenched his fist in mid-air, as if to grasp Zhang Ruoxue tightly.

"You are all destined to be caught in my grasp."

"You bastard!!"

Zhang Ruoxue shouted angrily, her eyes filled with anger and hatred fixed on the man!

The next instant, accompanied by a torrent of rage, fists rained down like a storm.

Faced with the terrifying fist shadows that turned into thousands of afterimages, the man only moved slightly. He casually swung his longsword as if nothing had happened, while slowly retreating.

In every clash of sword and fist, the demonic energy embedded in the blade corroded Zhang Ruoxue's flesh, yet she seemed completely oblivious to the pain. Beneath her torn skin, the blood seeping from her skin turned into a blood mist that continued to swirl around Zhang Ruoxue.

"That's right, that's right, that's exactly it!"

Sensing the increasingly frenzied aura, the more terrifying aura, and the gradually growing strength emanating from Zhang Ruoxue, the man seemed to feel quite satisfied.

He nodded in satisfaction, calmly deflecting Zhang Ruoxue's relentless attacks with his sword while laughing heartily, "You're the most special one, the one who left the deepest impression on me..."

"Let me have my fun, you're the toy I've been looking forward to the most!!"

"Shut your mouth, you old bastard!!"

Zhang Ruoxue suddenly stopped, and a sound like shattering came from Hanbing's right arm.

now.

The moonlight poured down from above, and Zhang Ruoxue felt a chill run through her spiritual root, which then swept over her entire body in the next instant.

In the dim light, the man seemed to see a cold blue flame burning on Zhang Ruoxue's icy fist.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. As always, he didn't attack, but instead swung his sword to defend, seemingly enjoying the experience.

Ding!

The immense force struck, and the man felt a terrifying power unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

His center of gravity shifted at that moment from the punch, and a slight tingling sensation came from his arm. At the same time, he took half a step back.

"what?!"

Before the man could react, the second punch arrived.

This time, he could see it clearly: the dark blue flames enveloped half of Zhang Ruoxue's body.

The girl roared angrily, her fist burning with blue flames, as if it were about to transform into the sun in the night, incomparably dazzling and blinding.

Ding!

Another crisp sound rang out.

But unlike before, this time, the man was sent flying by a single punch—his legs slid dozens of meters across the ground, and it seemed that several tendons in his right hand, which was holding the sword, had been torn apart.

Physical strength...has increased?!

Moreover, it was a fundamental improvement; that punch just now was truly like the punch of a saint!

Not only that, even this girl's spiritual energy...

The man looked up in astonishment: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking...

He could no longer see Zhang Ruoxue.

When that icy aura returned, he was shocked to find that... the girl, whose entire body was engulfed in azure flames like the ocean, had appeared before him like a goddess descending to earth.

Her face contorted with rage, she swung her fist as always, but this time, the fist struck down like divine punishment, with the force of a sudden thunderbolt!

What's this?!

The man instinctively tried to dodge or block, but his right arm, wracked with pain, slowed his movement in raising the sword.

boom! !

A punch landed squarely on his mask.

This time, utterly defenseless—the mask shattered instantly!

The man was so struck by the punch that he was embedded in the ground, then slid and rolled backward for over a hundred meters, spraying blood in mid-air.

34. Who are you?