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

"And this foot belongs to Sect Master He Dou, this right calf belongs to Saint Mu Lin, and this left thigh belongs to..."

Fear is spreading.

Yes.

Those cracks weren't wounds at all, but rather traces of stitches.

That beast! That beast!

He stitched together the flesh of the people he had killed, piece by piece, to create a completely new body!

The tone of disrespecting the evil ruler was calm and ordinary, as if he were stating something perfectly normal.

However, what was said in jest was taken to heart by the listeners. An indescribable fear welled up in everyone's hearts. Faced with this madman, this real killer, and that terrifying murderous intent, they almost all felt unwilling to oppose him.

After explaining the origins of each part of his body, the disrespectful evil lord looked at Fan Luo Kui with longing eyes: "Your eyes are quite nice, pale golden dragon pupils... very interesting. I will take good care of these eyes after you die."

Upon hearing this, Fan Luokui instinctively wanted to draw her sword. However, the moment her right hand grasped the hilt, a terrifying killing intent surged into her body. Even though Fan Luokui had seen countless storms, her stomach churned and she felt a faint urge to vomit.

Jiang Shaoguang flashed forward and suddenly blocked Fan Luokui's path, staring sternly at the disrespectful and wicked ruler.

He took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask, "How many people... exactly did you kill?"

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

He laughed, showing no respect for the evil ruler.

Seeing that Jiang Shaoguang was pale and silent, the venerable one slowly shifted his gaze back to the young man.

He raised his head, glanced at the Imperial Sword, and then said in a deep voice, "Imperial Might, so it seems that many people have submitted to you."

"I'd like to know whether I've killed more people or have more people who have submitted to you."

As if he had absolute confidence, he slowly raised his foot and stepped towards the back of the ravine.

His eyes widened in disrespect for the evil ruler, filled with excitement and agitation.

How many people has he killed?

100,000? 1 million? 10 million?

I don't know, I'm not sure.

Too many to list.

The slaughter was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed, the sky was filled with blood, all living beings were wiped out, and darkness descended upon the land.

He destroyed a country, killed a half-immortal, and crushed countless sects.

He himself couldn't count how many people he had killed, but it was definitely a huge number.

It must be at least several times larger than the total population of the Lantian Empire!!

No matter how vast or domineering the imperial might is, how many vast forces like the Lantian Empire can it rule over?

That's why he was confident, confident that his killing intent would never be defeated by this so-called status.

His name is disrespectful, disrespectful to heaven and earth, so how could he possibly respect the power of a mere emperor like you?

next moment.

The disrespectful Demon Lord's right foot sank into the ravine.

His face was filled with absolute confidence, and behind him surged crimson demonic energy. When he arrived, the moment he stepped into the ravine, almost everyone seemed to see a Grim Reaper, dragging a scythe, stepping into the narrow house they thought was safe.

What followed was inevitably a massacre.

Of course.

"Just like you don't know how many people you've killed..."

The young man spoke calmly.

He still stood there, clad in armor, like an invincible general on the battlefield.

It was at the very moment that the right foot of the disrespectful and evil ruler stepped across the ditch.

The golden giant sword above his head suddenly unleashed a powerful force that swept across the entire Desolate Heaven Domain!

boom! !

The dark clouds swirling in the sky were shattered in the blink of an eye, leaving only the giant golden sword suspended in the azure sky!

Imperial majesty refers to the power and authority of an emperor.

But that was not the emperor of the empire.

Rather, he is the emperor of this world!

boom!

The disrespectful evil sovereign looked astonished. The moment his right foot touched the ground, the blood-red demonic energy behind him was crushed, and the killing intent surging within him was completely crushed by the emperor's might. He immediately knelt down, his arrogant head slamming into the ground!

The young man looked down arrogantly at the trembling, incredulous, and disrespectful venerable one, and said calmly:

"I don't know how many people in this world have submitted to me, but one thing is certain—"

"The people you killed are just a number."

"And the world I rule over is an entire era."

15. The benevolence of Emperor Wu, the tyranny of Emperor Wen

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The murderous intent that the wicked sovereign was so arrogant about, let alone protecting him, vanished in an instant, disappearing into the boundless imperial might within this desolate realm.

All living beings prostrated themselves in worship.

As the disrespectful wretch kowtowed and knelt before the evil ruler, the room fell silent.

Only the golden giant sword hovered in the air, as if it were about to replace the sun and cover the entire sky.

Disrespecting the evil sovereign, who was a half-immortal, how could he willingly kneel before the youth? He immediately roared angrily, trying to lift the heavy head off the ground and straighten the bent knees!

Of course.

No matter how he tried to resist, no matter how unwilling he was, his body remained as still as a statue, kneeling and kowtowing without moving an inch.

I can't move.

It's completely immobile!

It wasn't just the biological instinct to fear the Emperor, but the deep consciousness of his soul that was resisting the act of getting up—even the disrespectful and evil ruler himself was unaware that his subconscious instinct was preventing him from rising.

the reason is simple.

If the emperor does not speak, the people cannot raise their heads.

The young man coldly swept his gaze across the area ahead. The once vast, black-clad figures, like a dark tide, all prostrated themselves on this desolate plain, kneeling down in unison, silently awaiting the words of their emperor.

He glanced contemptuously and coldly at the disrespectful and wicked ruler with a ferocious expression, and then slowly turned away as if he found it particularly boring.

"Throughout history, those who have fallen into demonic possession have never been eradicated."

"They eat raw meat and drink blood, they steal souls and spirits, and they cannot be eradicated."

"I thought that as time goes by, the world will become more prosperous, but I never thought that unorthodox and heretical sects would become more and more prosperous, even forming their own faction and usurping others' places. It's really absurd."

He turned slightly to the side, glanced contemptuously at the back, and then uttered a single word indifferently.

"I have already slain a wicked creature today, and I do not wish to soil my hands any further."

"You may all commit suicide."

The words of suicide fell.

Everyone was filled with astonishment and confusion.

The act of self-commitment is of one's own free will. At this moment, the cultivators of the Demon Dynasty are merely intimidated by the Emperor's might and have not obeyed you. Do you think you can make them commit suicide with just a word from you?

These thoughts float in consciousness.

At that moment, the demonic cultivators were suddenly astonished to find that their bodies seemed to be controlled by some indescribable force. They immediately straightened their backs, but their knees remained firmly pressed to the ground.

"What's going on...?"

A terrified scream rang out from the crowd.

The demonic cultivators unanimously summoned their demonic weapons, pressing the sharp blades against their most vulnerable points—their throats—as if about to commit suicide on the spot.

Their arms were no longer under their control, but moved on their own.

Not to mention the lowly cultivators of the Demon Dynasty, even the five Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty stood up and held the demonic weapon that was supposed to pierce the Emperor Sword to their own necks.

The disrespectful evil lord's eyes widened, and a pure black blade slowly appeared in his palm, which he then pressed against his neck.

We can't resist it.

I couldn't refuse.

Everyone stared in disbelief at their seemingly out-of-control arms, and in the next instant, their vision was filled with the radiance of the Emperor's Sword.

At that moment, they seemed to understand.

I understand all of this now.

The young man turned his back, put his hands behind his back, and didn't want to look at anything.

In his view, this was nothing more than a group of scourges, a boring scene of self-destruction.

Under the emperor's might.

With a flash of golden light, the blood and darkness vanished simultaneously.

All the people heard was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh. After that, golden light covered everything, leaving only wisps of black smoke in its wake, without leaving a trace.

When the golden light dissipates and all things fall silent, look around again.

Black Tide, Demon Dynasty, Demon Lord, Evil Sovereign.

Nothing at all.

On the desolate plain, only the stunned Guardian Army and Chu Xin and the others stood there in silence.