Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

"You... don't know what's good for you..." Facts have proved that even a reckless man like Li Xinghu can't stand cold violence!

After being ignored repeatedly by Li Xingyun, his defense was completely broken!

At the same moment, the atmosphere on the wide, hard arena reached a fever pitch. Tan Lan, clutching the long whip now stained a blinding crimson with blood, swung it like a ferocious venomous snake, emitting a sharp whistling sound and boundless murderous intent. With the force of thunder, she lashed out at Painted Skin's crown!

"Hmph—trash!" Along with this sneer filled with contempt and disdain, Tan Lan's eyes clearly reflected a horrifying image: Painted Skin's delicate head was instantly blown apart into a cloud of blood, scattering in all directions. Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up, forming a cruel sneer.

However, just when everyone thought Painted Pi was about to die, a crisp "snap" sound was heard. Something unexpected happened—the blood-red whip, which had been so powerful and unstoppable, failed to strike Painted Pi's crown as Tan Lan had hoped. Instead, it seemed to be clamped tightly by an iron clamp, stopping firmly less than three inches from Painted Pi's head!

A pair of delicate, jade-white hands gripped the whip tightly, preventing it from moving any further. Then, Painted Skin's slightly trembling eyelashes lifted slightly, and its tightly closed eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of icy, emotionless eyes. As if looking at an insignificant speck of dust, they gazed calmly and indifferently at the stunned Tan Lan.

"You..." Tan Lan was startled at the sight, her heart aching with fear. She had never expected this seemingly fragile woman to possess such incredible strength and reflexes. Not daring to delay, she hurriedly channeled her inner Qi, pouring it continuously into the whip in her hands, attempting to forcibly wrench it from Painted Skin's tight grip!

But what made Tan Lan feel even more desperate was that no matter how hard she tried to stimulate her true energy, the whip remained motionless, as if completely restrained by an invisible and powerful force. At this moment, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Painted Skin's face, and he spoke softly.

"Haha... come here!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled with her right hand holding the end of the long whip. Tan Lan suddenly felt an irresistible force coming at her. She immediately lost her balance and flew straight towards the Painted Skin involuntarily!

In a flash, Tan Lan, facing such a powerful Painted Skin, dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately released the whip she had tightly grasped. With the agility of a swallow, she performed a beautiful backflip and instantly retreated to the edge of the ring, successfully creating a safe distance between herself and the Painted Skin.

However, despite having temporarily escaped the Painted Skin's attack range, Tan Lan still felt a lingering fear from the brief exchange. The Painted Skin's strength was far beyond her imagination, so much so that her scalp was tingling.

But the people of the Dusk Society were not the kind of people who gave up easily. She half-knelt and whispered softly, "Divine blood! Melt!" Before she finished her words, a terrifying blood-colored energy suddenly gushed out from the pores of her body, as if the energy had already materialized, quickly wrapping her tightly in it.

At that moment, the corners of Painted Pi's mouth curled up slightly, and she chuckled contemptuously, "Haha... You're getting serious now? It's too late!" With this sneer, Painted Pi's figure instantly disappeared without a trace. The next moment, she appeared before Tan Lan like a ghost.

Before Tan Lan could react, the pair of slender, jade-white hands appeared above her head without warning. With a loud bang, Painted Skin exerted force, slamming Tan Lan's head into the hard ring with the force of thunder.

In an instant, Tan Lan's entire upper body was effortlessly thrust straight into the ring, like a potted plant struck by a sledgehammer. The blood-red energy that had originally entwined her body was instantly rippled and dissipated by this sudden blow.

"What...how is this possible!" Li Xinghu cried out in disbelief upon seeing this!

But no one cared about his reaction, everyone's eyes were still on the ring!

"Ah~ Seeking death!" With a roar, more blood-red energy surged out of Tan Lan's body like a flood. The majestic momentum was like a volcano about to erupt, terrifying! She struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the ruthless iron hand of Painted Skin.

Tan Lan's body trembled constantly, her muscles tensed like steel, and every exertion caused a violent fluctuation in the surrounding air. However, no matter how hard she tried, Painted Skin's jade hands held her head tightly like iron pliers, leaving her no chance of escape.

At the same time, Painted Skin snorted coldly, and her waist, slightly bent from the pressure she'd exerted on Tan Lan's head, slowly straightened. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, yet imbued with an irresistible majesty. Then, one of her straight, slender legs slowly rose, its perfect lines and fair skin gleaming with a captivating luster in the sunlight.

With a resounding "bang," Painted Skin's leg struck Tan Lan's head with the force of a thunderbolt. This blow, packed with immense power, instantly slammed Tan Lan's head, which had barely managed to rise, back to the ground. Instantly, the entire arena trembled, and the terrifying force spread outward like ripples.

The earth seemed unable to withstand the overwhelming force, emitting a dull rumble. The spectators surrounding the arena felt an invisible pressure bearing down upon them, forcing them to retreat involuntarily. At this moment, the golden shield that had been protecting the arena suddenly shone brightly and rapidly rose, attempting to resist the terrifying shockwaves.

Unfortunately, despite its immense defensive power, the arena's protective shield was ultimately powerless against such a terrifying force. With a crisp "crack," a visible crack appeared on the golden arena's protective shield. Initially a thin line, the crack quickly spread in all directions like a spider web.

boom………

The protective shield of the ring didn't last long before it exploded!

The two masked old men who were maintaining order in the ring were thrown backwards in an instant as if they were hit by a speeding train, spitting out a mouthful of blood!