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

"However, it's too late for you to kill me now."

"You don't have that chance anymore."

A sudden sense of foreboding flashed through Zhang Ruoxue's mind. She frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What are you talking about?"

The voice just fell.

An indescribable demonic aura surged from Qu Wuxin's body!

That's a level that even a saint could not reach.

It seemed to be completely integrated with the aura of the demonic path. The intensity of its demonic energy could be considered as another level of demonic energy. However, unlike the aura of the demonic path, this demonic energy... belonged to only one person.

That person certainly couldn't be Qu Wuxin, because Qu Wuxin was, after all, a saint, while this demonic aura gave off a feeling of...

Yet he surpasses even the saints!

"This is……"

A chilling coldness swept over him, and he looked up at the thick black demonic aura rising from above Qu Wuxin's head.

This demonic entity coiled and lingered for a while before slowly condensing into a human shape. At the head of that human shape, Zhang Ruoxue could clearly see a pair of scarlet eyes.

I only glanced at it.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruoxue staggered back several steps. In that instant, her mind was subjected to an unprecedented shock. Her limbs were weak, her meridians were in disarray, and her spiritual energy was running wildly within her body. Her face turned ashen, and she was immediately drenched in sweat.

terror.

Upon seeing those eyes, Zhang Ruoxue, who had already ascended to the level of a saint, felt a deep-seated fear.

It invades the physical body and reaches the soul!

What is that?!

It wasn't just her.

Gu Xingzhuo was also like that.

The moment he saw that thing, even Gu Xingzhuo, one of the twenty-one ultimate beings in the world, felt an immense sense of oppression. This feeling... was probably more terrifying than that of a half-immortal!

More importantly, he had never seen that thing before!

Pure demonic energy, without the slightest impurity, as if it were the very essence of the demonic path.

As time went by, the demonic energy actually coalesced into a complete human form.

It was a man who looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had long black hair, regular features, but an extremely cold expression. He wore a very black long robe and black shoes, with a thin red cloth bag at his waist and a jade pendant hanging at his side. His hands were behind his back, and his black eyes were full of vicissitudes and indifference.

The moment this person appeared, Qu Wuxin's face broke into an exaggerated, maniacal laugh.

"Hahahaha...They're here...They really are here..."

"Even though it was just a thought, you still came—"

"master!"

……

master?

thump--

Under immense pressure, Zhang Ruoxue, a saint, trembled and knelt down before the man who was suspended in mid-air!

Yes, she, a saint... actually knelt down like that!

"What is this...? Who is this person...?"

Seeing Zhang Ruoxue's still-shaken confusion, Qu Wuxin smiled and licked his lips.

His eyes widened, and he suddenly spread his arms wide, proclaiming:

"Come on, kneel down, all of you kneel down."

"Kneel before my master, the ruler of the Demon Dynasty, and the future King of the Heavenly Realm—"

"Demon Emperor!"

……

"That is... the Demon Emperor?"

A gloomy, malevolent aura swept over him, causing Gu Xingzhuo's legs to buckle and his expression to turn horrified. Even from a hundred meters away, he subconsciously felt the urge to kneel.

There was no other reason than that it was so terrible, so horrifying, so terrifying that I was so scared that I wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

Just in the instant his center of gravity shifted downward—

But a hand reached out from the side and pulled him back.

"A man's knees are worth gold; he should not kneel casually."

The young man spoke casually, but with an amused smile on his face.

After his hand touched Gu Xingzhuo, the chill and terror emanating from the latter vanished without a trace, and the desire to kneel also disappeared.

Looking at the thoughtful smile on the young man's face, Gu Xingzhuo asked in confusion, "Teacher...?"

"Ok?"

Why are you... laughing?

"Ah, this..."

Yunping couldn't stop smiling.

He gazed at the distant Demon Emperor's will, grinned, and chuckled softly.

"Because it's really fun."

"It's funny enough to make you laugh, isn't it?"

41. The Martial Emperor's Punch

That was not a human body; in fact, it could not even be considered a physical entity.

Formed from the ultimate and pure demonic energy, it seems to possess a bit of its own will—transcending the distance from the distant Extreme Heaven Domain, the consciousness of the Demon Dynasty Lord descended.

Before this, no one could have imagined that the Demon Emperor, one of the two great immortals in the world... the one who, along with the Emperor Immortal, reached the pinnacle of the three heavenly realms, would have a wisp of his will appear here at this moment.

It's unbelievable, but I have to believe it.

Because the cold-faced man simply looked calmly at Zhang Ruoxue with his eyes, this female cultivator who had achieved physical sainthood immediately knelt down. The terrifying pressure was as if even the heavens were against her, and she couldn't even muster the will to resist, so she knelt down and couldn't get up.

cold.

Extreme cold.

It felt as if several icy vines were climbing up my spine, coiling and twisting, making it impossible to move. The vines then transformed into the shape of hands, burrowing into my chest and squeezing my heart, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

Zhang Ruoxue knelt on both knees, her delicate body trembling violently. She tried her best to get up from the spot, and the veins on her hands bulged as if they were about to burst at any moment.

However, with her power, she was completely unable to resist that extremely pure demonic aura!

That demonic force that surpasses even saints.

"The Demon Emperor... huh—"

She gritted her teeth and struggled to lift her head, looking with difficulty at the figure above Qu Wuxin's head.

He is protecting Qu Wuxin.

"It seems that even the Martial Emperor's supreme body refinement is nothing more than this."

The young man's provocative laughter reached my ears.

His gaze shifted slightly downwards—Qu Wuxin was now tinged with an indescribable evil aura. His smile was extremely cold and sinister, not even human, but more like that of a wild beast.

He looked down at Zhang Ruoxue, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with wild joy and arrogance: "I thought your physical body was that strong... but now you can't even move and can only kneel obediently?!"

"you……"

Zhang Ruoxue clenched her fists tightly, her heart sank, and suddenly she exerted all her strength, causing the full moon above her head to shine with dazzling brilliance.

For a fleeting moment, her delicate body trembled violently.

Qu Wuxin's expression suddenly changed drastically. He turned pale and took several steps back, his face filled with terror.

However, Zhang Ruoxue's body only trembled slightly, as if she was trying to get up and get rid of the pressure, but in the end she was unable to move an inch.

Seeing this, Qu Wuxin finally caught his breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He curled his lip and said, "Tsk, you gave me a scare. I really thought you had this ability."

Zhang Ruoxue gritted her teeth and persisted, trying to stand up: "Qu Wuxin..."

She murmured his name, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Qu Wuxin was already certain that Zhang Ruoxue had no strength left to rise again, so he walked easily and casually to her, and a talisman formed by the dark demonic energy appeared in his right palm.

"No matter how many times you call my name, it's no use. Accept your fate, Qu Wenxue."

He looked down at the face he knew all too well.

At this moment, Qu Wuxin's mind was filled with images of the fire from years ago and the repulsive back of his own sister who had abandoned him and fled.

His eyes had long lost all humanity and compassion; to him, they were utterly useless.

He stared coldly at his former loved ones, raised his right hand high, the incantation burned out, and black flames enveloped him.

Qu Wuxin's voice was cold and ruthless.

"This is what you owe me, sister."

He finished speaking.

The palm fell.

Zhang Ruoxue instinctively closed her eyes tightly, but before her vision was completely obscured by darkness—

She clearly saw a patch of snow-white fabric.

The moment the hem of her clothes came into view, the slight unease and repression that had been surging in her heart... completely vanished.

It was as if I was finally at ease...

Even though she only saw that corner of the garment.