I just want to kill you all, or be killed by you all.

Despite the impact of the supreme Qianyang Emperor Body, Li Yang was not affected like Mu Zangfeng and Tu Jiuzhou.

He himself couldn't explain why, but seeing the Holy Son of Qianyang unleash the Emperor's pressure, he found it extremely laughable.

In his mind, the Holy Son of Qianyang was a mobile artillery platform, capable of striking wherever he went, and he would accept anyone as long as they were good-looking.

Such a person has no bottom line; there's not a single thing about him that I can respect.

Ning Xi, who was beside him, was also unaffected.

The look in her eyes when she looked at the Holy Son of Qianyang still carried undisguised disgust.

Li Yang knew that Ning Xi hated men who didn't respect women, but she hated even more those female cultivators who were willing to become subservient and lose themselves.

Take, for example, Qianyang Shengzi's harem.

"You—how could you be unaffected?!" The Holy Son of Qianyang was clearly finding it hard to accept that Li Yang and Ning Xi's auras and expressions were normal.

"Why should we be affected?" Ning Xi interrupted coldly. "In my eyes, my senior brother is far superior to you. Why should I be influenced by you? Scum like you can only attract withered beauties."

"I'm inferior to him?!" The Holy Son of Qianyang's expression twisted. "Whether it's looks, physique, or background, what makes you, a clown, even remotely attractive, compare to me?!"

When people call him scum and a beast, Qianyang Shengzi will just laugh it off.

But what lies before him now is the undisguised disgust and disdain in the eyes of a stunningly beautiful female cultivator, as well as her admiration for another male cultivator.

This is what he finds hard to accept.

After all, what he is most proud of is his charisma; his strength is secondary.

"I don't deny your strengths, but which of these strengths did you earn yourself?" Ning Xi found Qianyang Shengzi somewhat ridiculous. "Is this all you measure excellence by?"

She shook her head, leaned against Li Yang, and raised her hand to stroke his resolute face:

"Do you know why my senior brother isn't affected by you? It's because he doesn't care about comparing his masculine charm with you, and he doesn't need to show off like a peacock to gain recognition. He also never thinks he's superior to others, but treats everyone equally... well, except for demons." Ning Xi paused and added.

While you were flaunting your charm and seducing women, he was fighting desperately to protect the common people and the dawn of a new era.

While you are scheming and plotting for yourself, he is still striving for the principles he upholds in his heart.

For your own selfish desires, you did not hesitate to collude with the demonic path and become the national advisor of this demonic dynasty. At that time, he carried out his swordsmanship and used the sword in his hand to protect the peace of the Slaughtering Void Realm.

Now--"

Ning Xi's voice rose: "Now it's your turn to tell me—in what way are you inferior to your senior brother?!"

She pointed to the thousands of sword cultivators outside the capital:

"Sword cultivators are known for their arrogance, and although my senior brother's actual cultivation level is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he can still make them follow him willingly and call him 'boss'."

This is true charm! Male charm is not just about attracting the opposite sex with colorful feathers, but more importantly, about personal charisma.

Forgive my bluntness, but in my eyes, there is only one selfish, utterly ugly, arrogant, and incompetent man.

Ning Xi's words completely negated the entire concept of the Holy Son of Qianyang.

"You...you're courting death!" The Holy Son of Qianyang's face was contorted with rage.

His killing intent surged, and he formed hand seals, unleashing terrifying magical runes that filled the sky.

Between the flips of the hand seals, endless yang fire condensed, transforming into a blazing phantom of a great sun.

As soon as this seal was unleashed, the white bones beneath it melted the streets of the imperial capital, and everything was burned.

It locked onto Li Yang and plummeted away.

"I possess the True Fire of the Sun, and I will burn the man you've set your sights on to ashes. Let's see how you still think he's better than me!" roared the Holy Son of Qianyang.

As the sun fell, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth vaporized directly, distorting the space it burned.

The coverage area was so large that even Tu Jiuzhou and Zi Yuan had to stay away from it.

Li Yang originally intended to cleave the sun with a single sword strike, but considering Ning Xi in his arms, he could only flee.

"I won't be a burden to you," Ning Xi said, hanging the necklace she wore around Li Yang's neck. This was her little world.

Then, with a "whoosh," it entered the area, avoiding being harmed by the aftershocks.

The blazing sun descended, covering the heavens and the earth.

Before it even touched him, all the hair on Li Yang's body was vaporized, and his skin made a "sizzling" sound.

Li Yang gripped the Phoenix Sword tightly, still without any fancy sword techniques, just the simplest and most basic slashing.

Even the simplest attack, amplified by killing intent and malevolent energy, reaches a terrifying level of power.

"Clang!"

Crimson sword energy crisscrossed the heavens and earth, carrying an unstoppable sharpness that cleaved the sun in two.

"burst!"

As if knowing that Li Yang would confront him head-on, the Holy Son of Qianyang roared with a twisted, sinister smile.

The sun, which had been cut open, did not separate to the two sides. Instead, Li Yang was sandwiched in the middle and it exploded with a bang!

The intense, powerful, and fierce solar fire erupted with a deafening roar, its blazing white light engulfing everything. Li Yang's figure could not be found, nor could his presence be detected.

"He will definitely try to escape. Find his location!" Qianyang Holy Son shouted at Mu Zangfeng.

Mu Zangfeng's eyes were sharp as he scanned the world with all his might.

Suddenly his gaze sharpened as he looked in the direction of the Holy Son of Qianyang, and he coldly shouted:

He's behind you!

Qianyang Saint felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being targeted by an ancient, ferocious demon.

"Zheng!!"

The sword's cry erupted behind him, and by the time he heard it, the blade was already less than a zhang long.

He suddenly turned around, and as his mouth opened and closed, an ancient cauldron flew out.

The cauldron swelled in the wind, its interior radiating a surging, precious light, which blocked the Phoenix Sword as it spun.

"Clang—!"

A powerful sword strike landed on the ancient cauldron, producing a piercing metallic clang that spread and tore through the void.

Clearly, Li Yang's sword strike was too powerful; its murderous aura was almost overwhelming.

The ancient cauldron was shaken and flew backward, crashing heavily towards the Holy Son of Qianyang.

The protective aura that had just appeared on his body was shattered. His physical body was struck by the ancient cauldron, causing his qi and blood to become unstable, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You're a madman!"

The Holy Son of Qianyang saw a mangled, charred body, his flesh burned deep into his bones, and even his eyeballs were shriveled.

Even so, the attack was still terrifying, exceeding his limits.

Instead of fleeing, Li Yang fearlessly advanced, traversing the void to attack from behind.

But it's not over yet.

Li Yang's motto is to seize any opportunity to destroy someone.

He unleashed another sword strike.

"Clang!!!"

This sword strike was even more terrifying than the previous two; the killing intent, amplified, reached an unbelievable level.

It's no exaggeration to say that if a Nascent Soul True Monarch were present, he would have had to dodge this sword strike.

Li Yang's fighting style is too reckless.

He doesn't care whether you want to or not; he'll drag you into an extreme battle, trying to determine life or death in the shortest amount of time.

Even the Nascent Soul stage Holy Son of Qianyang, who had fought countless battles, had never seen such a terrifying fellow.

Completely different from previous battles, this was a sense of crisis where the slightest mistake could lead to death.

Of course, during this period, he also had a great opportunity to kill Li Yang.

But he couldn't be as fearless as Li Yang, who seemed to regard himself as a dead man, and every sword strike was delivered with all his might!

"Do you think I don't exist?!"

With a roar, Mu Zangfeng transformed into a sword light and pierced through the void, blocking the path in front of the Holy Son of Qianyang.

The ancient bronze sword slashed out, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Pill above his head split into an extremely dangerous chaotic sword light.

With the combined power of his inner and outer swords, his entire being was brimming with sword intent, further intensifying his attack.

The two clashed, unleashing a terrifying storm of sword energy that radiated indiscriminately, further destroying the buildings in the imperial capital.

Mu Zangfeng was still no match for Li Yang and was sent flying backward.

Li Yang was also in bad shape; his already charred body suffered several more wounds.

It looks like a medium-rare steak being cut open.

But it's not over yet.

"You die!" The Holy Son of Qianyang prepared a killing move and pointed out with a finger.

This time, instead of the giant finger phantom descending from above, it erupted from his fingertip.

That finger seemed to contain the destructive power of a collapsing star; it struck silently, yet pierced through layers of space, annihilating all the fragments.

The distance was too close; Li Yang had no way to dodge.

This extreme method of fighting can quickly take the lives of enemies, but at the same time, it also makes one's own life extremely vulnerable.

It was too late to strike again.