At the same time, Lu Qingan noticed that some strong auras appeared in the city, including some in the Nascent Soul stage, some in the Golden Core stage, and many in the Golden Core stage.

He turned his hands into sharp claws and attacked Leng Yan, saying, "What are you doing? Stop."

Leng Yan merely glanced at him casually, and the next second, he was overwhelmed by Leng Yan's spiritual pressure. Feeling the stagnation of his internal cultivation, his eyes gradually crimson. These righteous people were going too far.

Then, he lowered his head and the Nascent Soul in his abdominal cavity began to heat up. Leng Yan noticed it and turned to look at him and raised his eyebrows. Lu Qing'an was about to self-destruct.

Then Leng Yan casually waved his hand and cast a curse seal into Lu Qingan's body. Then Lu Qingan's self-explosion was forcibly interrupted, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He looked at Leng Yan, his tone filled with hatred as he said, "Are you afraid that if I self-destruct, those mortals in the city below will also be killed?"

Leng Yan turned to look at him after hearing this, staring at him for a long moment, then said in confusion: "That has nothing to do with me. I practice the Way of Mercy. Even if they really died, the cause and effect cannot be attributed to me."

Lu Qingan continued to provoke Leng Yan: "Don't you righteous monks call for helping the weak? How can you be so cold-blooded and not help others?"

Leng Yan sneered at this and said, "Don't let yourself get fooled. I've already cultivated the ruthless way, and you're still asking me why I'm so cold-blooded. You're truly foolish. Also, do you really think I can't see that all those mortals in the city below are the product of your demonic energy?"

Then Leng Yan squatted down and looked at Lu Qing'an with cold eyes. It was a look without any emotion, as cold as thousand-year-old ice, and as bottomless as a cold pond.

At that moment, Lu Qing'an sensed divinity in Leng Yan, a look that seemed to be compassionate yet emotionless. It was the most charming and also the most crazy.

He then sneered, "You righteous monks are truly hypocritical! If I survive this catastrophe, I will certainly knock you off your throne and tumble you into the mire. Why do you think you're pure and innocent, and why should we be condemned by everyone?"

Leng Yan expressionlessly thrust the Hanyue Sword into his Nascent Soul. Blood splattered on her face, and she wiped it away carelessly, saying, "Shut up."