A Murky Immortal Who Excels at Running Away

Ji Zai imagined that cultivating immortality would look like this: Riding the wind and wielding a sword between heaven and earth, slaying demons with a single thought. But reality was more like this: Riding a sword with smoke billowing from his backside, while a colossal demonic palm swept down behind him! The problem was, the owner of that palm was supposedly the Great Celestial Master Haotian of the Orthodox Tianyuan Court. A thoroughly righteous figure. With a mountain-sized mouth, he shouted righteously: “Demonic cultivator, stop right there!” Ji Zai was speechless, then burst into furious curses: What the hell? How did I end up as the villain? The Great Celestial Master behind him shouted again: “You worms of the Cangyuan Realm, steeped in depravity, with schemes coursing through every drop of your blood, come and face your death at my hands!”