The purple-robed immortal got up from the ground again, sighing with envy.

The difference between the peak of the Seven Star Immortal King Realm and the Immortal Venerable Realm is only one step.

But this one step is a hurdle that countless immortal kings have been unable to cross in their entire lives.

Back then, the Purple-Robed Immortal was an outstanding figure among his peers... a top-tier existence.

But once you reach that level, you realize just how difficult the path of cultivation truly is.

And this freak in front of me... oops! This young man in front of me broke through his cultivation level as easily as drinking water.

He remembered that when he first met him, he was only at the three-star Immortal King realm.

In the blink of an eye, he had surpassed him and reached the Immortal Venerable Realm.

How long has it been?

Let's say a few months at most!

This is so discouraging to people's enthusiasm for cultivating the Tao!

"When you reach the Immortal Venerable Realm, you will no longer fear the Xuanming Thunder Venerable's revenge."

"That's right! After all, he was able to fight even a senior Immortal King... Now that he's reached the Immortal Venerable Realm, crushing him is even easier!"

The two Immortal Kings, Li Zhenren and Wu Zhenren, addressed each other as "senior."

I'm scared!

They were genuinely scared!

Back in the Xuanming Sect, they were almost killed by this god of death.

Even though so much time has passed, they still tremble when they think about it.

That's terrifying.

"Well……"

Yang Fan's expression froze, somewhat embarrassed.

Beside her, Palace Mistress Ling Sha also wore a half-smile.

Xuanming Thunder Lord?

He's probably already registered with Yama... no, his soul has been scattered, he doesn't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Yang Fan's expression was not quite right, the purple-robed master hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

"fine……"

“Xuanming Thunder Lord is dead,” Palace Master Ling Sha couldn’t help but explain.

"Oh! So Xuanming Thunder Lord is dead... What? Xuanming Thunder Lord is dead?"

The purple-robed master was utterly astonished, his jaw dropping in shock and horror.

The faces of Master Li and Master Wu were also filled with terror.

Xuanming Thunder Lord, despite being called Thunder Lord, is actually a true Immortal Emperor.

In the previous battle, although Yang Fan destroyed his physical body, the boy's own condition was also extremely dangerous.

It could be said that he was unconscious at that time, barely clinging to life.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Xuanming Leizun were to launch a surprise attack, he could definitely kill him!

As a result, only half a month later... Xuanming Thunder Lord died?

How did he die?

Who killed him?

Could it be... Palace Mistress Ling Sha?

Or perhaps, this young god of death?

"Don't look at me, he died from his own soul exploding, it has nothing to do with me."

Yang Fan looked at these guys as if they were looking at a monster, his face full of helplessness.

The Purple-Robed Immortal, "..."

Master Li, "..."

Master Wu, "..."

A group of people stared at him speechlessly.

It exploded on its own?

Can the soul explode on its own?

Although they are old, they have not yet developed Alzheimer's disease.

Is it really okay to treat them like fools and try to fool them?

"This matter cannot be explained in just a few words."

"In short, all you need to know is that he really did kick the bucket on his own."

"In addition, I am truly sorry for the trouble I caused to your Purple Heaven Mountain during that time on the Azure Dragon Continent."

"These are some Dao Heart Fruits, I'm giving them to you as a gift... please don't find them offensive."

Yang Fan didn't want to explain anymore, so he took out a handful of Dao Heart Fruits and handed them to the purple-robed True Man.

"Senior, you're too kind... It's an honor for us to stay at our Purple Heaven Mountain, how could we possibly accept your gift..."

"Senior Brother... it's the Dao Heart Fruit..."

"Dao Xin Guo, damn it! Dao Xin Guo can't be accepted either... Dao... what was it again?"

The purple-robed master was a complete goofball and didn't listen to anything Yang Fan said at all.

When he saw that Yang Fan wanted to give him a gift, he waved his hand repeatedly to refuse.

Then, as soon as Li Zhenren said something, he was immediately berated.

As he continued cursing, he realized what he was hearing, though he still couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.