The suddenly descending aura and pressure abruptly blanketed the entire Kunlun Prefecture. The immortal mansion, once shrouded in clouds and mist, was laid bare in an instant as the clouds scattered and the fog dispersed.
Faced with the powerful momentum extending from within Kunlun Prefecture, Yang An showed not the slightest hint of retreat.
"Utter nonsense! When has the Kunlun Immortal Mansion ever harbored demons?"
A furious voice rang out from within Kunlun Prefecture. At once, a great number of cultivators flew out, a vast black mass gathering above Kunlun.
The words "purging demons" were a provocation to the cultivators of Kunlun Prefecture.
His words were adamant; he had plainly come to provoke them.
Leading them was an elderly cultivator. He looked about as old as Du Ze, but the aura of his cultivation was far stronger than Du Ze's.
"Leave at once, and I will pardon your disrespect. Otherwise, you will surely be suppressed beneath Kunlun."
The old cultivator had appeared with quite a few people, and he could naturally tell that Yang An's cultivation was no trifling matter.
What was more, the divine gate formed from pressure just moments ago had been shattered by Yang An. Clearly, he was no easy target. Thus, the old man left him some room in his words rather than directly declaring him guilty.
"There are fiends in Kunlun Prefecture. Just because you do not know does not mean no one does.
I have come today to eradicate those fiends. All of you, step aside."
Most of the cultivators before him were simply ordinary cultivators. Yang An had no intention of killing them, so he first tried to persuade them.
But who would listen to such persuasion? No one believed what he said.
The old cultivator's face darkened with anger, and he immediately