“Insolent!”
The demon clan cultivator roared in anger, his voice echoing like thunder in the air, his face twisted with ferocity and rage.
“Do you know what this place is? This is the territory of our Bipolar Village! How dare you act so boldly here, you are simply courting death!”
He gripped a demon blade that emitted a ghostly cold light in his hand, the blade engraved with eerie runes, as if narrating endless slaughter.
The other demon clan cultivators also rushed over one after another, each one tall and muscular, their faces bearing savage expressions, eager to show off their strength in front of their leader.
Some brandished spiked clubs in their hands, the spikes on the clubs glinting with chilling light; others tightly clutched demon hammers, the hammer bodies exuding a heavy sense of oppression.
“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, get lost now! Otherwise, do not blame us for being rude!”
One demon clan cultivator said viciously, his eyes bulging like copper bells, revealing a bloodthirsty gleam.
“Exactly! Our Bipolar Village is not to be trifled with!”
“Today, we will let you know the might of our Bipolar Village!”
The other demon clan cultivators chimed in one after another, and for a moment, the clamour rose and fell, as if it were about to overturn the sky.
Chen Ping gave a cold smile, his gaze like a deep and icy pool, filled with endless indifference and disdain.
The strength of these demon clan cultivators was even weaker than that of the Demon Stone Sect, with the highest only at the seventh rank of the Transcendent Immortal Realm.
In his eyes, these people were no different from ants.
He wore a white long robe that fluttered gently in the breeze, like an immortal descended to the mortal world, forming a stark contrast with the ferocious and evil-looking demon clan cultivators around him.
“Since you all wish to die so much, I shall grant you that!”
Chen Ping’s voice was flat yet full of majesty, like a decree of fate.
As soon as Chen Ping finished speaking, he vanished from his spot. His figure moved like a phantom, instantly disappearing from everyone’s sight, leaving only a faint afterimage.
“What?”
“Where is he?”
Before those demon clan cultivators could react, they felt a chill on their necks, as if a cold breath had pierced through their throats in an instant.
Immediately after, they lost consciousness, their bodies collapsing like puppets with cut strings.
In the blink of an eye, all the demon clan cultivators lay on the ground, devoid of any vital signs.
Their eyes were still wide open, filled with fear and unwillingness, as if even in death they could not understand how they had been defeated.
“This… how is this possible?”
“How could his speed be so fast?”
The enslaved cultivators who witnessed this were utterly stunned.
They had originally fallen into despair, thinking they would die in this endless enslavement, yet they never expected this young man who suddenly appeared to be so powerful!
They widened their eyes, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg, their faces written with shock and disbelief.
Li Qingshan and the others hurried forward, their faces beaming with excitement and agitation, relaying this good news to the cultivators.
“Everyone, do not be afraid! This is Immortal Venerable Chen Ping, he has come to rescue us!”
“From now on, we are free!”
Li Qingshan’s voice was loud and powerful, like a ray of dawn light illuminating the darkened hearts of these enslaved cultivators.
Upon hearing this news, the cultivators were immediately moved to tears of joy.
Some of them had been enslaved for over a hundred years, enduring endless torment and humiliation, and now they had finally escaped the clutches of the demon clan cultivators and regained their freedom!
Some knelt on the ground, hands clasped together, thanking Chen Ping for saving their lives;
Others embraced each other, weeping with joy, as if releasing all the pain and grievances of these years through their tears.
“Thank you, Immortal Venerable! Thank you, Immortal Venerable!”
“Long live the Immortal Venerable! Long live the Immortal Venerable!”
Cheers and thanks intertwined, resounding throughout the entire Bipolar Village.
