"You..."
Yun Yao wanted to say something else, but when she saw Jiang Ping An's resolute expression, she could only sigh helplessly.
She knew that Jiang Ping An, who had always been calm, was truly enraged.
To defeat the first opponent, this man had consumed a tremendous amount of his lifespan. He had thought he would finally become an immortal, only for ten more opponents to appear.
Now, even if Jiang Ping An left, he would not have long to live.
If Jiang Ping An had never tried, spending every day drowning in wine, songs, dances, and women, then even if he failed to become an immortal, he would have had nothing to complain about.
But that was not the case. To become an immortal, he had given it everything he had, endured loneliness, and survived countless brushes with death, only to end up with this result.
Who would not be furious?
"Come fight!!"
Jiang Ping An's bloodshot eyes glared furiously at the ten figures. His unyielding will erupted like a volcano, his hair whipping wildly as his face filled with determination.
Even if he died, he would splatter his blood across this damned immortal gate.
The ten golden figures unleashed their power. Ten seas of blood churned violently, their sinister and terrifying killing intent solidifying into substance, like countless sharp swords dancing chaotically through the void and turning the surroundings into a living hell.
Jiang Ping An cast aside life and death, and his body felt lighter than ever before. Flapping the Divine Feather Wings behind him, he charged forward.
"Buzz~"
A strange sound suddenly rang out. The ten figures abruptly transformed into golden light and vanished into the tribulation clouds, as though they had never existed.
Jiang Ping An, who had been rushing toward them, froze slightly.
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