The Whitest Crow

"I stress repeatedly, the attitude of the Cultivation World is inherently distorted, not because I distorted it. They say history is written by the victors, so why am I still constantly slandered even after I've won?" Lu Yang Sword Immortal said so angrily in an interview with the reporter.
The next day.
"I stress repeatedly, I am the one who distorted the attitude of the Cultivation World." Lu Yang Sword Immortal said so angrily during the reporter's interview. - 
Reported by the 《Cultivation Daily》for you.

Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Above Zhongshan County, there was a battle of blood between two Immortals, shattering the void and turning all in their path to nothingness.


The Mid-heaven Emperor Lord stood in the midst of a pitch-black vortex, the space near the vortex distorted, and time slowed to a crawl.


Suddenly, a black vortex emerged behind the Qilin Immortal, and one of his arms was viciously torn and devoured, blood streaming down.


The Qilin Immortal's face was dark and grim as he concentrated his will on the severed limb, which regrew as if by self-healing.


"Hahahahaha, after all those grand claims, Qilin Immortal, is that all the power you possess!"


The Mid-heaven Emperor Lord laughed wildly. His Devouring Dao Fruit could swallow anything; even an Immortal Body was consumed entirely by him. If this happened a few more times, even if the Qilin Immortal could regenerate a severed limb, he wouldn't last long.


Chapter 1240: Mid-heaven Emperor Lord Battles Qilin Immortal