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

A slap?!

"And then it's you!"

Yunping turned to the side and glanced at Zuo He, who had somehow hidden himself in the crowd.

In a flash, he was in front of him.

Seeing this, Zuo He knew he probably couldn't escape, and immediately shouted frantically, "What the hell are you all standing there for? Come save me!!"

The cultivators from the Immortal Capital standing next to Zuo He were startled at first, but then they all began to cast immortal spells again.

Seeing this, Yunping simply gave them a violent, blood-red glare.

"Considering that you are just going with the flow, I will spare your lives."

"But if anyone dares to even think of saving anyone, everyone here will die."

As soon as the words were spoken, the movements of the cultivators in the Immortal Capital suddenly froze. Under the fear of death, they didn't even dare to speak or breathe.

Seeing this, Zuo He flew into a rage, shouting, "You bastards have really rebelled! Rebels! I am a holy immortal, how dare you disobey my orders?!"

Even though he was so angry and irritable, the other cultivators in the Immortal Capital remained silent and motionless.

They were all afraid.

fear death.

Everyone is afraid of dying.

The path to immortality is the path to seeking eternal life, so who the hell wants to die in a place like this?

Faced with Yun Ping's terrifying gaze, just one look was enough to deter them from ever opposing this man again. They knew deep down that—

This is a dead end.

"Immortal General! Immortal General, save me!"

Zuo He knew he was probably at his wit's end, so he could only place his hopes on the remaining immortal generals.

Since the immortal generals were not human, they would naturally only obey Zuo He's orders. However, just as they swooped down towards Yunping, preparing to rescue their master,

Yunping suddenly turned around, his dark obsidian eyes blazing with bloodlust.

He swept his right hand horizontally, and suddenly, a streak of blood-red light ripped through the sky.

Nobody saw it.

That was a sword.

A very small sword, only the size of a palm.

A blood-red sword swept across the sky, cutting a blood-red rift in the gloom of the heavens with a single stroke. At the same time, the tens of thousands of celestial generals, whom the immortal capital was so proud of, were sliced ​​horizontally and instantly cut in half at the waist!

--(roar)

Countless magical artifacts and treasures fell from the sky.

Thirteen thousand forty-five celestial generals all perished.

Evil spirits.

This is a real evil spirit.

When Yunping turned around and faced Zuo He again.

Zuo He realized that there was no one behind him anymore.

Watching the white-clad youth, who had transformed into a grim reaper, walk towards him step by step... he regretted it.

He regretted why he had gotten involved with this man.

He regretted why he had come for revenge.

I regret why I was standing here.

regret.

I regret it so much.

But is it useful?

As Yunping took another step forward, he arrived in front of Zuo He.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Zuo He's eyes trembled violently, and in this moment of crisis, he roared uncontrollably.

The moment his left eye opened, the Eye of Calamity erupted with unprecedented brilliance, its crimson light transforming into a sharp sword that pierced towards Yun Ping's brow.

A flash of red light streaked across Yunping's eyes.

Immediately afterwards...

puff!

"Aaaaaah! My eyes! My eyes!!"

Intense pain swept through his body, and Zuo He's Eye of Calamity burst open. He staggered back several steps, letting out a painful and pathetic wail.

"Is the Eye of Calamity useful?"

Before he could beg for mercy, Yunping grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

His dark eyes held a bloodlustful glint, but from beginning to end, there was not a trace of emotion in them.

There was only a faint killing intent, as if killing was a commonplace act, almost as indistinguishable from breathing, a disregard for life...

"As you can see, I am the devil."

The words resounded throughout the hall.

"Whether you immortals think I am a demon, or the demon dynasty thinks I am an immortal, it doesn't matter to me who you think I am."

"You can come to attack me because I am a demon, or you can come to annihilate me because I am an immortal, but there is one thing you must not forget."

"To kill, one must be prepared to be killed; this applies to both the Immortal Capital and the Demon Dynasty."

"Think carefully before you label our Yuntian Academy as 'disobeying the Immortal Capital and rebelling against the Demon Dynasty'."

"Do you... really deserve it?"

His gaze swept around and landed on the other trembling cultivators of the Immortal Capital.

He smiled, a smile that remained menacing and terrifying: "Please go back and tell your Immortal Emperor of the Celestial Capital—tell him—"

"If you really want to act like the Demon Dynasty and order yourselves to oppose my Cloud Heaven Academy..."

"From now on..."

"You can start preparing for the funeral."

He finished speaking.

Flames burned fiercely in his palm.

Zuo He, on the other hand, was bound by the pitch-black flames in a painful struggle, and before he could even let out a wail, he and his soul were burned to ashes.

died.

Zuo He is the leader of the Eighteen Immortal Saints of Xiandu.

Even after surrendering to the Demon Dynasty and obtaining the legendary Eye of Calamity, he still died.

They died completely.

……

But this is not the end of the story.

Yunping silently turned around, looked at Huang Luo who was standing in the distance with a solemn and cold expression, and smiled faintly.

The moment their eyes met, in the distant Desolate Heaven Domain—in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace of the Demon Dynasty, a man sitting on the throne suddenly trembled.

Within his vision, the smile of the young man in white was growing ever larger.

"You're next."

“Huang Luo… no, Demon Dynasty Ghost Lord, Jiang Shengxuan.”

55. I'm going to kill you, who dares to stop me?

"You want to kill me?"

It was as if a killing intent spanning millions of years was wrapped around him. Just being stared at by those eyes made him feel as if his bodily functions had stopped. Huang Luo was sweating profusely and looked flustered, but the corners of his mouth were still firmly turned up.

Murderous intent.

He could indeed sense Yunping's murderous intent towards him.

That was a killing intent powerful enough to transcend the difference between heaven and earth. Even Jiang Shengxuan himself, who was in the Ten Thousand Demon Palace of the Demon Dynasty in the Desolate Heaven Domain, couldn't help but tremble and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Inside the venue.

Splash...

The sound of rain and birdsong.

The young man in white quietly gazed at Huang Luo, or more accurately, looked through those false eyes at Jiang Shengxuan, who was far away in another realm.

He wouldn't hide his murderous intent. Yun Ping had lived three lives: Gu Tianren, Xuan Lei, and Yun Ping. In these three lives, he had concealed and hidden too many emotions, hidden his anger, and concealed his hatred. But as soon as his murderous intent rose and his eyes blazed with ferocity, it meant...

He's going to kill someone.

The moment this thought arises, it means that his hands will inevitably be stained with blood.

Unfortunately, Jiang Shengxuan really did make him want to kill him.

First, he instigated the demonic cultivators to destroy Yuan'er's Cloud Heaven Academy based on the Demon Emperor's Demon-Slaying Order. Then, he went to great lengths to scheme against Yuan'er and Xiao Jiang, causing Xiao Jiang to fall into the abyss of the Land of Living Beings and almost become a demon himself.

He even considered killing Yuan'er for this.

Either of these offenses would be sufficient grounds for his death.

Hey.

Hey.