How could he dare to dash alone into the garrison, seeking death?
If he were to be even slightly careless and get cornered and killed by these juniors, his hundreds of years of cultivation would be squandered in an instant.
It would certainly become a joke for all the world to see, causing the Pure Yang Sect to bear the shame for thousands of years.
This kind of losing proposition was something he would not engage in.
After all, the news had already spread. Niece Apprentice Mingyu met a terrible end. Once the senior brothers arrive, they will naturally reduce these few to dust and ashes.
At this moment, he only needed to block the garrison and prevent their escape.
"He's completely unprovoked."
Zhou Ping'an took a long breath, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
These Cultivating Immortality and Refining Path folks, no matter the sect, might be smart or foolish, but their temperament was absolutely calm and mature.
They judged the situation with extreme precision.
