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

Each one was comparable in strength to a Spirit Platform stage cultivator, which posed little threat to him, who was already at the God Transformation stage.

The problem is that the snow wolves never go out alone. That sharp howl is proof that a snow wolves that has spotted prey are joyfully calling for their companions.

If he doesn't leave immediately, he'll likely face an attack from dozens of snow wolves.

It might even... attract the wolf king.

Facing nearly a hundred snow wolves and a wolf king at the peak of his transformation stage while injured, he didn't think he had a chance of winning.

No—it's not even possible to escape alive.

So he could only run, using everything he could, urging his legs forward, running with all his might.

—It wasn't an escape.

Yes, he didn't run out of the needle forest, but towards the center, towards the deeper and deeper into the forest.

This is undoubtedly pursuing death; it is courting death.

But if someone were to comment on him like that in front of him, the middle-aged man would probably respond with a smile.

"Yes, I will die."

He was definitely going to die, even if he wasn't caught by the pack of snow wolves, he was still going to die.

Because he had already embarked on this path with the determination to die, he did not even spend a single bit of spiritual energy to repair his arm.

He was convinced that he would die here.

But before that...

"Absolutely, absolutely...we must kill it!"

The man, bleeding profusely, took difficult yet resolute steps, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

In his mind, a beautiful girl smiling in the sunlight flashed by.

How beautiful! The girl with golden twin ponytails, wearing the Taoist robe of the Northern Ice Palace, stood smiling in front of me, showing off her spirit sword.

That innocent and lovely smile, even in this snowy plain of the far east, is as warm as a flawless goddess. Just one glance at it can turn a heart that has long been hardened by the slaughter of monsters into a soft lump of flesh.

A gifted young girl with exceptional talent and a superior third-tier spiritual root, she holds a place among the outer disciples of the Northern Ice Palace. If she works hard, she will surely reach the peak of transformation in the future, and even the challenge of becoming a god is not impossible.

But this beautiful young woman with a bright future was caught in a trial...

died.

He still remembered that he had hunted a magical beast at the peak of its transformation stage that day. He was very happy and used the bounty he had exchanged from the Northern Ice Palace to buy a jade hairpin. She had wanted this hairpin for a long time, but she had been asking him for it.

He wanted to buy it as a surprise for her.

But all he got in return, full of joy, was her torn, blood-stained clothes.

"It must be killed... absolutely... absolutely."

It is said that while on a training mission, she unfortunately encountered one of the overlords of the Needle Snow Forest, a ferocious tiger at the peak of the Transformation God stage. She, who was only at the entry level of the Spirit Platform stage, along with two other disciples of the Northern Ice Palace, all died at the tiger's jaws.

From then on, he simply gave up all monster hunting missions and spent all his savings on this one hunt.

For no other reason than to kill it.

……

Run, run, run!

He poured everything into his feet. The reason he didn't use his spiritual energy to heal his injuries was so that when he caught up with the raging tiger, he could sever its head with all his might!

He didn't care anymore. Snow wolves, wolf kings, bloodshed... he didn't care!

Even if it costs him his own life, he will kill it!

That ferocious tiger!

"Die here!!"

In the instant around the corner, the scarlet fur came into view.

The man's muscles suddenly bulged as he glared angrily, his fury burning within him. He charged forward at his fastest speed ever, the greatsword already in his hand.

Pain came from his right hand, which held the sword.

With such a terrible injury, his right hand should be in so much pain that he can't move it.

But he ignored it, just as he ignored the instincts that humans should have. Faced with the rage of killing his loved ones, the pain had long been blocked by his consciousness.

puff-

His severely injured right hand could not withstand the pressure; as the bone broke, blood gushed out like a fountain.

But the blood that sprayed into the air wasn't just his!

The sword came too fast and too fiercely. Even the tiger, which was at the peak of the Transformation Realm, was stunned. It had been chased by this man for a day and a night and its strength was almost exhausted. It had only stopped to rest for a while when it unexpectedly caught up with that man, that crazy man.

It almost instinctively dodged the fatal blow, but the sharp blade still sliced ​​through its fur and cleaved its back.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

It's roaring, it's howling.

However, it did not attack.

It is a raging tiger, one of the kings of this needle-snow forest. It is never afraid of any enemy, not even those few lurking Kaiyuan stage magical beasts, it dares to fight them.

But now, in those violent eyes, pain left him with only fear.

The tiger was terrified; it was truly terrified, filled with fear of the madman before it.

This was the roar of fear, attempting to drive away the man before it in such a cowardly manner.

However, the man ignored all of this. He once again disregarded his broken right hand and instead gripped the greatsword tightly with his left hand.

His face, stained with blood, seemed to proclaim his stance through a pair of bright silver eyes.

It's a fight to the death!

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Tiger had never seen anyone like this before.

Even when covered in wounds, even when on the verge of death, they still think about killing them.

It had never seen such a crazy person before!

Normally, such a person would be easy prey if he appeared before it—but things are different now. It only feels fear towards the man before it, this man who is about to die yet still harbors overwhelming murderous intent.

Without any unnecessary movements, it turned around and fled frantically like a stray dog.

It wants to escape, to escape to a place where this person can't find it.

"Don't even think about running!!"

The next instant, a man's roar, which sounded like it was not something a human could utter, came from behind.

Having come this far, the man would never allow himself to fall here.

If I catch up with it just once more, if that raging tiger stops just once more, I am absolutely confident that I can cut off its head.

Then I can avenge my daughter.

Physical strength is fading.

Human physical strength is ultimately limited. Even if someone constantly overdraws their life force and uses their life to pursue something, their life force as a human being is still limited.

In reality, he had already broken through his limits, because several minutes earlier, his meridians had been on the verge of exhaustion, and his spiritual energy was no different from that of a dried-up well.

But those legs kept running, and those eyes remained fixed on the receding figure of the ferocious tiger.

—(Blurred vision)

I can't see things in front of me as clearly as I can anymore.

Was that a crimson rabbit or a mud rat that darted past me?

No, that kind of thing doesn't matter.

The cold wind, without him even realizing it, had begun to seep into his back.

His brain ached as if it were deprived of oxygen. He tasted pain again after a long time, but the feeling was so deep that it formed an unbreakable chain that bound his soul.

The legs... are still running.

But it was almost entirely subconscious, or rather, running by conscious effort.

give up?

No... continue.

He had to continue, he had no choice but to continue, or rather, he was obliged to continue.

He gazed ahead at the increasingly distant figure of the ferocious tiger, his consciousness gradually fading.

thump--

He fell to the ground.

Are you unwilling to accept this?

He collapsed to the ground, his only movable left hand gripping the soil around him with all his might.

Looking up, everything around me seemed to be changing.

The tiger suddenly stopped, revealing its blood-red fangs, and standing in front of its enormous form was a blonde girl with twin ponytails, her face filled with despair.

“Yang Liu…” That was his daughter’s name.

The poor, helpless girl trembled and shed tears of fear. Her spirit sword was useless against that terrifying monster.

She slumped down, shouting.

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I can't hear clearly.

However, he understood, because in his final moments, his daughter would only utter two words.