My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

The title of God of Slaughter has not yet spread too widely in the starry sky.

But at least in the Ancient Immortal District, it can be said that everyone knows it.

It may not stop a child from crying at night, but it's almost there.

The crowd, who had just been clamoring to tear the young man in black to pieces, now seemed to have their throats grabbed, unable to utter a sound, their faces pale, trembling like leaves.

Chong Xiaozi and the other powerful figures also looked grim and were speechless.

They were all powerful figures who had served in their respective regions, and none of them were cowards.

But when faced with the title of "God of Slaughter," it is difficult for him to remain calm.

After all, according to rumors, this blood-clad youth in front of him had even killed a powerful expert who had undergone three ascensions.

Destroying the alliance of three major sects is one of his most outstanding achievements, but it is only one of them.

It is said that the number of people who died at his hands over the years could fill dozens of large stars.

Anyone would feel involuntarily afraid in the presence of such a person.

Gu Chenxian led the way, slowly walking towards the star gate.

The young man in black chuckled and followed along with Jiang Ling'er and Su Nishang.

The group of Chong Xiaozi and his companions who were originally blocking the Star Gate took a step back almost instinctively when Gu Chenxian approached.

That small step, that instant of retreat, left everyone feeling as if they had lost their parents.

In that instant, the once imposing pursuers lost their nerve.

They dared not stand in front of Gu Chenxian.

A middle-aged, second-stage-level powerhouse gritted his teeth, seemingly considering stepping forward.

But Gu Chenxian only gave him a faint look, and he was unable to move.

"Don't seek death."

That powerful figure was also a great force, ruling over countless cultivators and commanding billions of beings.

This was the first time someone had told him, "Don't be a suicidal person."

But he dared not refute it.

Gu Chenxian spoke calmly.

"I've killed a lot of people."

"There are good people among them, and there are bad people among them."

"But good people don't necessarily die, and bad people don't necessarily die either."

"Only those who are courting death will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued walking towards the star gate.

No one dared to move an inch.

At this moment, the thoughts in everyone's minds had changed from chasing down the young man in black to hoping that this god of death would leave quickly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as he was about to step into the star gate.

But at that very moment, Gu Chenxian suddenly stopped.

The tension that had just eased for a moment immediately rose again.

Gu Chenxian glanced at the black-clad youth following closely behind and spoke calmly.

"What I said before still stands."

"After I've used him, you can continue to hunt him down; I won't interfere."

The young man in black immediately cried out with a bitter face.

"Hey, isn't that a bit much? Aren't we on the same side?"

Gu Chenxian glanced at him and continued.

"in addition."

"His name is not Bai Sangyi."

"His name is Han Paopao (meaning 'Han the Runner')."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Chenxian turned around and stepped into the star gate.

Su Ni Chang and Jiang Ling'er followed closely behind.

Only the young man in black twitched his eye, feeling countless dagger-like gazes piercing his back. He gave an awkward smile and hurriedly darted into the star gate.

After Gu Chenxian left, everyone present finally relaxed.

"Is that the God of Slaughter?"

"Their aura was terrifying."

"I thought I was going to die."

Chong Xiaozi and the others exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That guy's name was fake after all!"

"You're utterly inhuman!"

"We can't just let this go!"

"He got lucky this time, managing to hook up with a murderer. Next time, he'll be in big trouble!"

"Han Paopao, is that it? This isn't over!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion and their emotions were running high.

But no one noticed.

Behind the crowd in the distance.

A figure dressed in white leaned against the pavilion, looked away, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A wisp of black light flashed in what was once a pair of clear pupils.

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot.