The autumn wind, fallen leaves, dust, and the giant corpse formed a strange scene.

Everyone was watching, their hearts stirred, unable to calm down for a long time.

The Divine Clan was too powerful; just a child taking action had repelled the Wuji Sect. Even if Chen Pingping returned, what could change?

"The era is different." Someone murmured: "The Sword Immortal's era is gone forever, and the era of empires has faded into the crowd..."

"Perhaps there might be a miracle?"

"Maybe!"

It's very different from the old era.

Whether it's Wenliang, a Human Emperor, or the Human Emperor of the past, they all had guidance and strong foundations.

Once they grew up, they were enough to shake the Divine Clan.

But the current Wuji Sect... although it is somewhat powerful with decent foundations and many strong individuals, along with some geniuses, it is far behind the former era.

Relying solely on Chen Pingping cannot stop the slaughter of the Divine Clan.

"If Chen Pingping were a bit more low-key, waiting until Tao Verification to become Emperor, maybe there would still be a chance..."

"Yes! He was too high-profile, which made him targeted by the Divine Clan." As they spoke, the giant corpse had already stepped into the former site of the Wuji Sect.

Looking closely, on the shoulder of the corpse stood a seven- or eight-year-old boy, dressed in luxurious clothes, with cloud-pinned long hair, red lips, and white teeth, appearing like an innocent child.

But in fact, he mastered the corpse refining technique, driving the human pioneers to slaughter their human kin.

Arrogant and rebellious.

He treated the human world as a training ground and the Human Clan's life as ants to be wantonly killed, full of evil deeds.

The Human Clan side dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Some forces, families, and sects have already retreated into hiding.

"Chen Pingping, young master is here to kill you." The boy, with a cold face, stood on the giant's shoulder, overlooking the people below.

He swept over those few people and instantly frowned.

Could Chen Pingping of the Human Clan be a woman?

An odd lineup, a cow, a little blob of life, and a... well, a quite majestic demon bird...

The rest were all women.

Jing Yang asked indifferently, "Where is Chen Pingping of the Human Clan?"

Jiang Ni'er whispered, "Looking for senior brother."

Guang Xiaoyu: "Looking for your father."

An: "Looking for your man."

Ancient Phoenix: "By the way, that kid has been gone for a long time, right?"

Ha!

Jing Yang sneered: "Since Chen Pingping is not here, then... young master will first kill you to give him a surprise."

Such arrogance in a small person.

Guang Xiaoyu instantly frowned.

Jiang Ni'er did the same, but relatively speaking, remained quite calm.

Only An felt uncomfortable; he was only seven or eight years old, not much older than her, yet... he acted so arrogantly, directly naming Chen Pingping, and now, intended to kill them.

Momentarily, the atmosphere in the scene became bizarre.

All the human cultivators watching in the shadows seemed to sense something, detecting unusual energy fluctuations.

That little girl...

"Very unfamiliar." A man whispered, "There isn't someone so young in the Wuji Sect."

"Could she have been brought back from the Netherworld?"

An was of the same height as him, but... she was simply dressed, with only a tender face, pink and cute.

Pale with a hint of redness.

Then, she stepped forward step by step.

Everyone was shaken: "What is she going to do?"

"Could it be that this girl is not Human Clan?"

"Unlikely."

"Somewhat interesting."

"But there are no aura fluctuations in her body, and at such a young age, her Dantian is probably not yet formed, so it wouldn't be possible to embark on cultivation."

"If she takes action, she is destined to face calamity." The cultivators discussed, giving their assessments.

The Human Clan is different from the Divine Clan.

The Divine Clan, born with bloodline power, can reach great heights, while the Human Clan needs to cultivate step by step, progressing arduously to achieve success.

"Come down..." An pointed at him.

Above!

Jing Yang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "A little girl dares to provoke young master?"

An said again: "Come down!"

She had a vague concept.

The other party, about her age, yet so arrogant, repeatedly naming Chen Pingping, as if humiliating her father.

When has her father ever been challenged by such a brat?

Impossible!

Therefore, she believed that the other party had brought a corpse as a foundation, daring to brazenly provoke her father.

Very well!

Previously in the Netherworld, facing many strong enemies, she was too weak to take action, but now it's different.

Crossing from the Netherworld through the Sea of Death to the Nine Heavens earth.

Along the way, Guang Xiaoyu taught her cultivation. Although she has not yet opened her Dantian or practiced Innate Qi, the third type of power has already made some achievements.

Once it erupts, it can easily kill ordinary cultivators.

"What are you?" Jing Yang, whose face had just been smiling, suddenly turned cold, raising his mouth, looking down on her: "You order young master? Just because you ask, young master will come down?"

An squinted her eyes.

"Got the guts to come up!" Jing Yang sneered: "Just an ant, the Human Clan is all like this. With a wave of young master's hand, I slaughter endless Human Clan lives, what can you do to me?"

That face became increasingly hideous.

The human cultivators watching felt oppressed, wanting to take action, but... the Divine Clan was too powerful, even if the opponent was just a child, they were powerless.

At this moment, they instead wished for Chen Pingping to take action.

"Really not coming down?" An's face darkened.

"Hahahaha..."

"Alright, today I'll just kill you." An then moved forward, taking seven or eight steps more, then suddenly accelerating, leaping...

The surrounding human cultivators frowned.

Next, everyone witnessed a shocking scene as An leapt up, tightly clenched her small fist, and fiercely punched forward.

The Jing Yang on the corpse was still laughing, full of unmasked sarcasm and coldness.

Until this punch fell, just tens of meters from the corpse, the power within erupted, densely packed, each thread as heavy as Mount Tai.

The sky dimmed, the earth shook.

It seemed like the one taking action wasn't a little girl, but a powerful invincible being.

Rumble!

The fist landed on the corpse, the majestic force surging like a tsunami.

The corpse, hundreds of feet tall, was directly shaken, its body regressing, not only that, but a gigantic blood hole appeared where the fist landed.

Crash!

A mixture of gray-brown blood and bright red streamed out, dripping down.

The corpse, hundreds of feet tall, inclined backward like this.

People were dumbfounded.

Guang Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Holy crap."

The eyes of Ancient Phoenix went wide.

How old is she?

Previously in the Netherworld, An had not yet embarked on cultivation, and on the way back, Guang Xiaoyu gave a little guidance.

But now, she punched down the towering corpse with one hit, as if dreaming.

Even Jing Yang was shocked, his face filled with horror.

After the corpse, hundreds of feet tall, fell, he also followed, collapsing into a deep pit, dust flying, eating a mouthful of dirt.

When everything settled, his true appearance emerged, looking much more disheveled than before, his clothes dirty, his face the same.

He stared coldly at An: "You deserve to die!"

An raised an eyebrow, instantly igniting: "What did you say?" With that, she charged forward again.