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

As if shrouded in dark clouds, Fang Yan's vision became somewhat blurred. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he probably would have fainted long ago.

Blood was surging.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth, turned to the side, and looked at the others.

Uncontrollable pain and fear were evident on everyone's faces. The armor of the battle-hardened warriors trembled, and their faces were ashen.

They were seasoned veterans, having witnessed countless deaths and comebacks, seen madmen, insane individuals, ruthless enemy generals, and bloodthirsty, ferocious beasts.

Different, completely different!

The terrifying killing intent emanating from that disrespectful evil lord at this moment was on a completely different level from anything he had ever experienced before!

There was no wind or waves.

Disrespecting the evil sovereign, he simply walked on, without the guidance of demonic energy or the deterrence of demonic artifacts. He merely toyed with the head of the sect leader at the peak of the Void Realm, a ferocious malice on his lips, leading the sinister black tide behind him toward them.

My brain is trembling...

The soldiers of the Guardian Army, who thought they could dedicate their lives to the empire, were now having thoughts of fleeing.

It wasn't that they were disloyal to the empire, but rather that their instincts told them so.

We can't stay here.

It's no longer a question of life or death; it's a threat that seems even more terrifying than death itself... a threat that can instill fear in living beings instinctively, an indescribable and elusive threat.

How many people did he kill?

The same thought arose in everyone's mind.

Do not!

That's not a question of how many people there are!

That's just a number.

Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?

No, if we were to use more appropriate language to express disrespect for the evil deity at this moment, it should be changed to—

Do you remember how many grains of rice you've eaten?

If you put yourself in their shoes, the Guardians of Lan at this moment are like rice that has already been cooked, put into a bowl, and placed aside.

"The empire... does indeed appear to be quite large."

The disrespectful Demon Lord stopped in his tracks.

They suddenly stopped less than 100 meters away from Fang Yan and the others.

The black tide behind them gradually subsided, or rather, it was gathering momentum for an upcoming outburst.

He raised his scarlet eyes and gazed into the distance.

next moment.

The emperor on the throne stared wide-eyed; in that instant, he sensed it.

The disrespectful Demon Lord was watching him.

His soul suddenly received the most terrifying and intense warning in history, a warning that only appears at the moment of life and death.

He instinctively wanted to escape, but the surging demonic energy around him bound his body.

"Father."

Chu Xiu looked at the Emperor's face without any respect or pity.

"It's too late."

The moment the words fell.

On the barren plains in the distance.

A few drops of blood oozed from the cracked, ferocious face of the disrespectful evil lord. He seemed to have no concept of killing intent, simply throwing the head in his hand to the ground.

He then raised his right foot and stomped down hard without any expression!

"!!!"

Chu Chenxi was so shocked that her face turned pale and her delicate body trembled violently.

The spurting blood seemed to be controlled by some force, slowly floating along with the disrespectful Demon Lord's right hand, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a black spear.

He gripped the spear in his right hand, chuckled, and took a step forward.

The cracks on his knees, chest, abdomen, and right arm suddenly burst open, and large amounts of blood and flesh gushed out.

But he seemed to feel no pain; instead, he felt incredibly comfortable, his face flushed as if he had reached the peak of pleasure, and he threw the blood gun in his hand forward.

The crimson light spots transformed into arcs of light, striking the head of the old emperor sitting on the throne with the force of an attack!

Fast! Too fast!

There's no escaping it.

The Emperor was currently bound by Chu Xiu, who seemed to have anticipated this. He turned his back, raised his head arrogantly, and quietly waited for his father's head to be pierced.

In the Emperor's eyes, the red light almost overflowed his pupils.

He knew perfectly well that this shot would surely kill him.

He could never have imagined that the one who would bring about his death would be his own flesh and blood.

Of course.

It was at the very moment the blood gun was thrown, spanning a distance of a hundred meters.

A figure leaped into the air, his right hand, covered in chains and black armor, gripping the blood spear aimed directly at the Emperor's life with precision and desperate force.

Fang Yan's eyes felt like they were about to tear apart, and all his spiritual energy surged into his right arm!

Even so, his strength was still too weak. The moment he grasped the Blood Spear Powder, he was thrown away by that terrifying force.

He gripped the blood-stained spear tightly, trying his best to change its trajectory!

In mid-air, Fang Yan roared angrily, but his figure still followed the blood spear towards the Emperor.

His right arm muscles were torn apart, his shoulder bones were dislocated, the black nails and chains on his palms were corroded, and his flesh hissed as if it were being roasted and corroded.

Fang Yan completely ignored the pain and instead roared angrily, forcefully changing the trajectory of the blood spear by a tiny bit.

boom!

next moment.

He and his gun were smashed into the royal palace.

Dust rose everywhere.

Staring at the gradually dissipating dust, Sixth Prince Chu Xiu frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and resentment as he stared at the figure slumped beside the broken stone wall amidst the dust.

When the dust settles—

The emperor turned his gaze in a daze, only to see that the blood-stained spear that should have pierced his skull was now stuck less than ten centimeters from his head...

Fang Yan's right arm, overflowing with blood, slowly drooped down. He released the blood spear, and his own blood dripped down.

The armor covering his right arm was badly corroded and in terrible condition. The disheveled imperial general slumped to the ground, breathing heavily.

In the very end, at the cost of losing an arm, did it deviate from the trajectory of that blood spear...?

Although it was only a ten-centimeter difference, it saved the emperor's life.

"Fang Yan..."

Chu Xiu practically spat out the young man's name through gritted teeth, clenching his fists as demonic energy surged within him.

Fang Yan slowly raised his head. The impact had broken several of his vertebrae, but he still stood up as if nothing had happened.

Blood flowed down from both sides of his face, and his right arm, which was now only skin and flesh still attached to his body and whose bones had been shattered, hung limply.

Fang Yan took a step forward, glanced indifferently at Chu Xiu beside him, sneered, and said, "Sorry, Sixth Young Master, I am busy dealing with the Demon Lord right now and do not have time to fight with you."

"you……!"

Chu Xiu glared at him fiercely, seemingly about to attack, but then, after a moment's thought, he said with a mixture of anger and laughter, "Deal with the Demon Lord? Do you really think you can be a match for someone who disrespects the Evil Lord?"

"Didn't we just deal with that?"

Fang Yan smiled, then turned his gaze forward, his eyes landing on the unyielding and disrespectful evil lord, and said, "The demon lord's attack missed. It seems that a half-immortal is nothing special."

"Oh?"

In the distance, below.

The Disrespectful Demon Lord touched the blood seeping from the cracks on his face, put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth, and after a couple of bites, revealed a satisfied smile.

"Fang Yan, Fang Yan... I'll remember that... It's a really good name."

His words seemed to have a magical power, reaching everyone's ears.

Fang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Thank you very much. My name is very easy to mispronounce or forget."

Disrespecting the Demon Lord meant nothing by Fang Yan's words, nor did he need to.

He simply stared at Fang Yan with great interest, as if he were looking at a delicacy he was saving for last, and licked his blood-stained lips.

Then, he raised his hand and casually waved it forward.

"Kill everyone who deserves to die, except for those few members of the imperial family."

He then pointed to Fang Yan standing by the throne in the distance and laughed, "I'll leave that kid over there. I like little kids with backbone like that."

These words were spoken.

A demon lord behind him chuckled: "Take the men back as corpse puppets, and the women... hehe, can you leave them to me?"

The Disrespectful Demon Lord glanced back at the man and said indifferently, "Do as you please. If you'd like, you can do it on the spot."

The greedy, lustful gaze swept over Chu Xin and Chu Chenxi. The demon lord licked his dry lips and let out a maniacal laugh.

"Doing things on the battlefield, hehehe...exciting, exciting!"

He finished speaking.

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