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

"Nobody's answering, is that it?"

Yunping did not smile; a detached glint flashed across his face.

"Then I'll help you choose!"

The word selection falls.

The young man raised his right foot; there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, no cold light from a magical artifact, and no burning of cultivation techniques…

There was nothing there; it was just an ordinary kick.

It only appears that way.

A vast pressure, accompanied by a deafening roar, surged up towering waves. The destructive energy wave, seemingly about to devour everything, opened its blood-red maw and crushed everything around it.

The hundred-meter-tall Zuiyang Tower began to shake violently, and this one blow actually crushed the solid foundation of the entire Zuiyang Tower to pieces!

Pfft!

No one knows who it was, but all the spiritual energy in their body dissipated, and the spiritual root they had painstakingly cultivated exploded inside their body like fireworks.

One voice rises, and a multitude of voices follow.

On the third floor of Zuiyang Tower, hundreds of cultivators at the peak of the Transformation stage or above didn't even have time to react before they were forced to their knees, their bodies overflowing with blood from every orifice.

Let's take another look at their meridians and spiritual roots...

Everything was shattered into dust.

58. Since we're going to die anyway, let's make it as gruesome as possible.

here.

A cold wind swayed and brushed against his trembling face, and a pale white, like that of a snowy winter night, gradually appeared on his weathered and broken cheeks.

Feng Tangwen – The most renowned person in the three outer palaces of the Northern Ice Palace.

At this moment, however, he knelt on the ground as if he had lost his mind and was in a daze, his eyes, which were usually full of majesty, wide open in disbelief.

He was the only one in the entire venue who was unaffected.

With his meridians intact, his spiritual root normal, and his cultivation technique flowing rapidly, he was incredibly healthy.

But that is precisely why he felt fear.

The most terrifying thing is the lingering fear of being the only one unharmed after countless blades have brushed past you.

"Yu Chan, turn your head away."

Yunping, with his back to Ye Yuchan, gave the order.

Ye Yuchan didn't know why he made her do this, and instinctively wanted to retort, but Yunping's tone was as cold as ice.

She couldn't help but shudder, and simply turned her back.

The Abyss Fear Ice was still inside Ye Yuchan's body. The reason Yunping made Ye Yuchan turn her head away was because the following scene would easily evoke negative emotions in Ye Yuchan.

Unfortunately, what the Abyss Frost loves most is the host's negative emotions.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Step by step, the young man walked on.

He casually kicked aside a fat man blocking his path, and then kicked away a shadowy guard standing beside him.

These shadowy guards are the secret pawns of Zuiyanglou, each possessing the terrifying power to kill without leaving a trace.

In the past, the Shadow Guards were Feng Tangwen's closest bodyguards and his most powerful trump card. It was precisely because of their fear of the Shadow Guards' strength that the other big bosses dared not act on their own initiative.

Yun Ping, on the other hand, casually crippled their cultivation and kicked them away...

It's like kicking away trash.

"Boss Feng, right?"

The young man stood in front of Feng Tangwen, and the cold flames seemed to burn around Yun Ping.

This was the first time Feng Tang had ever felt such fear towards a person...

He lowered his head slightly, not daring to reply.

That's terrifying...

The power of that kick crippled dozens of Transcendent Stage Shadow Guards present.

Only I am left...

Did he do it on purpose?

Clearly, yes, he deliberately did not shatter his meridians or his spiritual root.

This did not make him feel fortunate; instead, it made him even more desperate.

Killing a swarm of ants is simple.

It's very difficult to cripple the legs of a group of ants.

While destroying a group of ants, one ant remains intact...

This is no longer a matter of a difference in strength.

Yunping looked at that dejected and desperate face and curled the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, now you're speechless. Weren't you quite lively just now?"

"I thought that as the owner of this Drunken Central Pavilion, you should have some skills, but what's wrong with you? All you can do is kneel on the ground with a mournful face!"

Yunping stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him into the air. "I'm too lazy to reason with you, and too lazy to argue with you. I can see clearly how many innocent lives you have taken."

His dark pupils reflected Feng Tangwen's face, which was filled with fear.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, flipped his right hand, and slapped Feng Tangwen directly on the forehead.

The bones are cracking!

Blood seeped from every orifice on his body. Yun Ping's palm strike had shattered his internal organs, but it had not destroyed his spiritual root.

The purpose was to allow his pitiful spiritual energy to continue sustaining the life of this useless person.

Blood...stained his expensive clothes red.

Yunping glanced at him briefly; his attire must have cost at least ten thousand gold coins.

I need to sell at least five or six spirit roots of high quality!

In other words, his clothes are stained with the lives of five innocent cultivators!

"kowtow."

The man's voice reached my ears.

Feng Tang looked up in fear, mistaking the man for someone who wanted him to kowtow. But when he opened his eyes, he found that all he could see were spiritual roots.

Those blood-stained spiritual roots.

"You will kowtow to me as many times as there are spiritual roots here."

"One cannot be less."

Feng Tang looked around in despair. There must be at least several hundred spiritual roots here, which meant he would have to kowtow a hundred times.

His internal organs were rotten beyond repair, and he was now only surviving by relying on the spiritual energy within his body.

Each bump meant another step away from his life...

He doesn't want to die.

But he already knew that he was no different from a dead man.

The only difference is that he can still move.

A sudden, crazed killing intent flashed in Feng Tangwen's eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, and a silver light flashed from the storage ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

"I'll knock you a hole!!"

A tiny, sharp sword suddenly flew out of the storage ring!

"Come with me to be buried with me!!"

A high-grade, ninth-level flying sword, though it can only be used once, is powerful enough to kill a Kaiyuan stage expert.

This was Feng Tangwen's trump card, his last resort. It was originally intended to guard against the people of the Inner Palace, but now he would use it to perish together with the enemy.

No, to be precise... it's about dragging someone down with you!

Because the flying sword was not aimed at Yunping.

Instead, it was the girl who had turned her back, completely unguarded—

Ye Yuchan.

59. Shatter the Soul

Ye Yuchan's feelings were complicated.

She didn't know why Yunping wanted her to turn around; she had seen this kind of scene before.

Could it be that this idiot thinks Ye Yuchan is a child?

Come to think of it, Yunping is Emperor Wen, so he must be five or six hundred years old this year, right? To him, I really do seem to be a child.

When age is mentioned, she can't help but think of a very troublesome matter...

Yunping, he...

Would you not like someone who is too much younger than you?

……

No, no, what am I thinking right now?!

If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Who cares whether he likes it or not!