Self-Destruction, Self-Destruction! In the Next Life, Still a Hundred Peaks Person!

For a cultivator to normally cultivate into the Immortal Realm, even with exceptional talent, would require at least several thousand years. Taking over ten thousand years was entirely commonplace.

For all the accumulations of those endless years to erupt in an instant—how terrifying was that?

In that instant, an earth-shattering boom erupted.

After the self-destruction, that terrifying force surged in all directions like a flood bursting through a dam.

Before that force, the very void in this region seemed to shatter completely.

Spiderweb-like cracks even appeared in the air.

Boundless terror instantly appeared on the Crocodile Clan cultivator's face. Self-destruction—the human old man had actually self-destructed!

His opponent was an Immortal Realm cultivator.

With the recovery ability of the Immortal Realm, even severe wounds would not necessarily mean death.

As long as one was not completely dead, perhaps with enough luck, there would still be the slightest chance of surviving after the battle.

Yet this old man had self-destructed without the slightest hesitation. Once he self-destructed, what chance was there of living!

Madman, this madman!

The other party had self-destructed far too decisively. He had never expected an Immortal Realm cultivator to self-destruct like this. By the time he tried to evade, the vast might unleashed by the self-destruction had already struck.

His body was blasted away in an instant. Layer after layer of scale armor on his body shattered, while chunks of flesh flew in every direction before falling far away.

It seemed he would not survive either.

"Master!"

In the distance, the injured disciple watched helplessly as his benefactor and master self-destructed, letting out heartrending roars. Boundless grief and indignation surged into the sky!

His master had been an existence at the ninth layer of the Immortal Realm.

Moreover, his master had accumulated enough at the ninth layer