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

Intense pain spread from my cheek.

The man embedded in the tomb felt excruciating pain in his flesh, specifically his cheek—it had been a long time since he had felt such intense pain since he became a saint.

what is that?

He rose from the tomb, his gaze following the direction in which he had been sent flying.

What I saw, unsurprisingly, was a figure enveloped in a powerful, deep blue, chilling flame.

That layer of flames... he had never seen such terrifying flames before. At first glance, it even gave him an overwhelming sense of pressure.

He had seen the twenty-first level of perfection before. Although there was still a gap, he had to admit that the ghostly fire burning on Zhang Ruoxue's body at this moment truly felt as if it had been extracted from the ultimate level.

He struggled to his feet from the tomb, almost instinctively touching his throbbing cheek.

The cold hand unexpectedly touched the cold, uneven cheek.

His movements abruptly stopped, then he seemed to realize something and lowered his head—

The mask fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Is that your reason for wearing a mask?

The girl named Zhang Ruoxue trudged forward step by step with heavy footsteps.

Her cold eyes gleamed as she fixed her gaze on the man's face, uttering a curt, "With such a repulsive appearance, anyone would try to hide it with a mask."

now.

The man's face—as if it had been soaked in liquid from his clothes for a long time—was bluish-purple, uneven, and full of wrinkles. His features were damaged to varying degrees. His lips were as thin as paper and bloodless. His scarlet eyes had sunken eye sockets, like bottomless black holes. His nose seemed to be nonexistent; upon closer inspection, it looked like a bamboo pole.

"You bitch...!!"

The man stroked his face; this was the price he paid for venturing into the demonic path.

He glared at Zhang Ruoxue furiously, his anger completely clouding his judgment.

The man gripped the purplish-black longsword tightly in his hand, and surging demonic energy flowed down the hilt into the slender blade. In an instant, a continuous stream of demonic energy, like a vortex, suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The surrounding spiritual energy was surging rapidly, like boiling water flowing towards the center along the vortex.

At the very center of the vortex stood the man who stood atop the gloomy graveyard.

hum~

He was no longer willing to waste another word on Zhang Ruoxue!

All he wanted to do now was kill the black-haired woman in front of him, ravage her corpse, devour her flesh and blood, and turn her into a corpse puppet after her death, making her the most lowly servant he had ever known.

A sword points to the sky.

As the sword's edge pointed, several thunderclaps suddenly appeared in mid-air. In a daze, the wind and clouds changed, and dark clouds swept in, slowly condensing into the shape of a giant beast.

The colossal beast, covering nearly a hundred miles, opened its terrifying, blood-red maw and roared furiously. At the same time, endless killing intent descended from the dark sky, and cold black lightning spewed from the beast's mouth, striking the blade of the demonic weapon.

The Path of Demonic Influence!

The breath of the Great Dao echoed wildly within the graveyard. In the next instant, the man's body absorbed all the spiritual energy and demonic energy within a radius of several miles. At the same time, the rolling thunder descending from the dark cloud beast also entered his body.

crackling sounds...

A sound like thunder exploded.

The man's aura surged several times over, and vaguely, a bloodthirsty demonic beast, hundreds of meters tall, appeared behind him, shaking its head made of blood and severed limbs, and unleashing waves of killing intent towards Zhang Ruoxue.

The sage's power is unleashed!

Even those demonic cultivators from distant places who were observing knelt down in unison!

They were originally practitioners of the demonic path, and now that the man had directly invoked the demonic path and witnessed the great path they cultivated, how could they not kneel?!

But no one noticed.

No matter how fiercely the dark clouds roll, no matter how deeply the darkness encroaches—

Above Zhang Ruoxue's head, from beginning to end, there was always a bright and pure moon.

Even though the surroundings were dark, even though the clouds were thick, even though the stars were destroyed and their light dimmed, the full moon above Zhang Ruoxue's head remained completely unaffected.

That was the purest and brightest full moon.

"I'll take your life!!"

As the man spoke with murderous intent, the ethereal, killing beast behind him roared angrily. In an instant, it seemed as if all the demonic forces in the world had converged on one point, all for the purpose of killing Zhang Ruoxue in front of him.

The man simply flicked his right hand, releasing the dark longsword from his grasp, and directly used demonic energy to control the entire demonic weapon. His gaze turned cold, and then with a wave of his hand, the longsword multiplied into ten, and his right hand formed a palm, pushing forward fiercely.

shhhhh--

Ten becomes a hundred, a hundred becomes a thousand, and a thousand tiger heads emerge!

Suddenly, thousands of demonic artifacts condensed into a black obsidian tiger that was running at top speed, its sharp claws pointing directly at the black-haired woman who was right in front of it.

Of course.

The full moon in the sky was so dazzling and so moving.

Zhang Ruoxue lowered her legs, planted herself in a horse stance, and remained motionless to the side. Her body was as heavy as a sinking mountain. Her left hand was turned over and placed at her waist, while her right hand was half-clenched.

Facing the charging tiger, she did not dodge, but instead gathered all her spiritual energy into her right palm.

At this moment, the moon in the sky, like Zhang Ruoxue's eyes, was the same deep blue as the sea.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand and threw a punch.

Instant strike!

boom!

That was a punch that shook the heavens and the earth.

The space in front of Zhang Ruoxue trembled violently in that instant, and the resulting shockwaves spread outwards, even distorting the vision of onlookers.

After a very brief pause, a series of violent explosions rang out.

The fierce tiger that came with a chilling aura had its head crushed and obliterated by Zhang Ruoxue's punch. Most of the thousands of longswords were shattered into nothingness by the force of the punch, while the rest were blown away.

The terrifying impact caused the man to stumble back several steps, and a chill crept into his hands and feet.

"How is this possible?!"

But I'm a damn Demon Saint!

He also stirred up the demonic path just now; that sword strike... was truly a sword strike from a demonic saint!

Even a peak Void Transformation stage cultivator couldn't possibly withstand such a mere Void Transformation stage cultivator!

While doubts arose in my mind about this phenomenon that completely defied common sense—

Before his eyes, the azure flames reappeared.

Crisis...a crisis of death is sweeping in, his brain is constantly sending him extremely dangerous messages.

He instinctively tried to draw his sword to defend himself, but his sword...

Not as fast as Zhang Ruoxue's punches.

boom!

A powerful punch landed on his head.

With a single punch, a hurricane-like shockwave spread outwards, and the man was sent flying backwards by the blow.

As he tumbled rapidly on the ground, Zhang Ruoxue arrived in front of him ahead of time and delivered a whip kick, sending him flying straight upwards.

Like a kite with a broken string, he suffered an unprecedented blow to the abdomen and was sent flying hundreds of meters into the air in a very short time.

Before he could land, the black-haired girl, who seemed to emerge from the full moon, raised her leg high and delivered a tomahawk-like downward chop to his chest!

boom!

The man vomited a large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his body was embedded in the ground again.

"Damn bitch! You slut!"

He glared fiercely at Zhang Ruoxue, then lay in a pool of blood, struggling to circulate his demonic energy.

But in the next instant, the ferocity on his face was replaced by terror.

If you ask why—

Because Zhang Ruoxue's expression was colder than ever before, and her deep blue, ocean-like eyes were filled with a profound chill.

She landed expressionlessly next to the man and grabbed his head with one hand.

Lift it up, then smash it down!

boom--

Lift it up again, then smash it down again!

boom--

One after another, and another!

She was like a ruthless revenge machine, and Zhang Ruoxue was repeating this cruel action over and over again.

She didn't speak, nor did she make any expression.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Unable to endure the endless pain any longer, the man unleashed his demonic energy with all his might, and several black spikes shot out from his heart.

Puff puff puff!

In an instant, the spikes formed from pure demonic energy pierced through Zhang Ruoxue's arms and legs!

Zhang Ruoxue's movements suddenly froze. She realized that these spikes seemed to be directly wearing down and damaging her muscles... sealing off her spiritual energy and making her completely unable to move.

A ferocious smile appeared on the man's blood-covered face.

But before he could finish laughing, Zhang Ruoxue's face suddenly loomed large in front of him.

A headbutt landed squarely on the man's forehead.

hum~

Consciousness vanishes in that instant.