After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The G-Class's accelerator pedal was slammed down.

The roar of the eight-cylinder engine shattered the tranquility of the night sky in the eastern part of Beijing.

Zhou Ran held the steering wheel with one hand.

He had no intention of slowing down at all.

In the passenger seat, Bai Xuan's umbrella was pressed tightly against the windshield.

The street scene ahead is rushing past.

Dongcheng District, Friendship Cultural Exchange Center.

A sprawling Tang-style building stretches across the night view.

The expansive marble facade is truly magnificent.

There was not a single streetlamp in front of the door; all light was cut off here.

"Boss!"

Bai Xuan shouted at the top of his lungs.

"There's a high-level Yin-Yang defensive formation ahead!"

"If you crash into it, the car will fall apart!"

Zhou Ran's gaze pierced through the windshield, landing directly on the two wide, solid wood carved doors.

The purple-gold pupils moved.

The night view was immediately deconstructed and analyzed.

The cultural center is surrounded by a semi-transparent air wall.

Hundreds of bright yellow talismans were strung together inside the wall of energy.

A trivial skill.

That day in Jiangcheng, he even broke through Li Cangtian's hundred-man formation.

Why would we be afraid of this island nation's poorly imitated formation?

Zhou Ran continued to apply downward pressure with his right foot.

The tachometer needle on the off-road vehicle has reached its lowest point.

Li Zhiyao's warning still echoed in my ears.

Every second of delay will cause these island bastards to drain away a bit more of their vital energy.

He wanted to use the most unreasonable methods to crush the turtle shell along with the bedbugs inside.

Zhou Ran raised his left arm.

Beneath the sleeve, the black jade kylin pattern was completely restored.

The dark scales moved rapidly under the skin.

A surge of violent blood energy rushed through his pores, completely enveloping his left fist.

Demonic flames suddenly erupted from beneath the black lotus platform.

Ten times the force rapidly contracts at the fist's edge.

The air inside the carriage was violently squeezed out, and the glass creaked under the strain.

"Open the door."

Zhou Ran uttered two words.

He threw a left punch through the air.

The high-pressure cyclone, a mixture of purple and black, burst through the window and crashed straight into the barrier set up by the Onmyoji.

Hundreds of talismans burst forth with dazzling light.

But this layer of defense is no match for the absolute power of the Qilin Arm; it's not even worth a piece of waste paper.

Snapped.

A crisp sound.

A large hole was blasted into the center of the air barrier, and all the talismans spontaneously combusted and turned to ash.

The SUV was traveling at over 200 kilometers per hour when it crashed into the marble facade.

Clang!

The luxurious Japanese ukiyo-e screen, along with the main gate, was immediately smashed to pieces.

Gravel and wood chips flew everywhere.

The massive vehicle crashed into the lobby of the base, which was disguised as an exhibition hall.

The front of the car was firmly embedded in the load-bearing pillar.

All the airbags deployed, and pungent white smoke billowed from under the hood.

A high-performance beast was totaled just like that.

Zhou Ran kicked open the twisted car door.

He strode forward, his leather shoes crunching on the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

"Get out here!"

With a loud shout.

A peculiar undulation appeared in the shadows around the lobby.

Dozens of completely black figures darted out from behind the ceiling and load-bearing columns.

They were all dressed in night clothes.

These are elite Jonin of the Black Dragon Society, who have infiltrated the capital city.

"kill!"

Without giving any warning, they launched their killing move directly.

Dozens of people formed a formation in mid-air, their ninja tool pouches fluttering at their waists.

The overwhelming array of medicine-coated shuriken and kunai blocked all of Zhou Ran's escape routes.

Zhou Ran stood still, his Zanpakuto drawing a purple streak in the night.

The sword energy emanating from the Zanpakuto blocked most of the hidden weapons.

The demonic energy within his dantian surged.

A thin layer of purple-gold light immediately adhered to Zhou Ran's skin surface.

The remaining hidden weapons rained down like a storm.

The clanging sounds were incessant.

The sharp blade failed to even scratch Zhou Ran's skin.

Instead, the demonic energy contained within the purple-gold light shattered it into fine iron powder on the spot!

The poisonous powder mixed with iron filings fell down in a flurry.

This is the domineering nature of body cultivation.

"What?!"

The ninjas in mid-air were terrified and tried to distance themselves as soon as they landed.

"Since we're already here, why run away?"

A chill ran through Zhou Ran's eyes.

His left arm muscles bulged, and facing the dense crowd directly in front of him, he skipped all fancy moves and threw a punch straight out.

The tangible air currents pressed down like a tidal wave.

pat!

The powerful wind pressure smashed the dozen or so ninjas in the front row, along with the concrete wall behind them, into a bloody pulp.

Blood and bones flew everywhere.

Physical exorcism, clean and efficient.

The remaining ninjas' hands, which were holding swords, were trembling; this was a power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

At that moment, a strange bell sound came from deep within the hall.

The Onmyoji hiding in the shadows finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Thick black fog rose from the ground.

The formation was activated.

Hundreds and thousands of low-level evil spirits crawled out of the black mist, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Zhou Ran.

The temperature in the lobby suddenly dropped.

Zhou Ran remained unmoved.

But his pockets started to throb rapidly.

"I'm dying to breathe!"

Bai Xuan jumped out of his pocket with extreme excitement and soared into the air.

This thousand-year-old spirit was practically drooling when it saw the hall full of evil spirits.

"Authentic Yin energy!"

A highly nutritious food!

The mushroom cap, originally the size of a palm, swelled in the wind and transformed into a huge white umbrella.

A powerful suction force is generated inside the umbrella canopy.

It resembles an industrial vacuum cleaner running at maximum power.

Those evil spirits that were just moments ago so ferocious didn't even have time to let out a scream.

It was directly swirled into streams of black, yin energy, which were then completely sucked into Bai Xuan's umbrella.

A few seconds later.

The black fog that filled the room was swept away.

Bai Xuan's cap returned to its original state, landing back on Zhou Ran's shoulder, and it let out a loud burp in an extremely anthropomorphic way.

A strange mushroom aroma even filled the air.

"Boss, these evil spirits have the aura of legitimate dragon veins mixed in with them."

Bai Xuan picked at his teeth.

"The underground air extraction channel has been completed."

I bet the Black Dragon Society members have already gone down there!

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran's gaze locked onto the floor at the deepest part of the lobby.

"Get out here."

He raised his right foot and stomped hard on the solid wood floor.

Clang!

The floor within a three-meter radius, along with the underlying steel reinforcement layer, completely collapsed.

An Onmyoji dressed in a white hunting robe emerged as the rubble rolled down.

He was the mastermind behind this formation.

Zhou Ran strode forward, grabbed the other person by the collar, and lifted him up from the edge of the basement.

The five fingers gripped the Onmyoji's neck tightly.

"Where is the core of the grand formation?"

Zhou Ran's voice turned cold.

The Onmyoji's face turned purplish-red, and his legs kicked wildly in mid-air.

Knowing he was doomed, his eyes showed no pleading, but rather extreme madness.

He flipped his wrist, his palm tightly gripping a black jade pendant that served as his birth year mark.

Click.

He crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

"Too late..."

The Onmyoji forced out a broken, sinister laugh.

"The fuse has been lit."

"Master Oni Samurai...

I'll chop you to pieces!

He finished speaking.

Deep within the collapsed basement beneath Zhou Ran's feet.

Immediately following was a series of heavy footsteps.

thump.

thump.

With each step taken, the entire lobby floor trembled violently.

A dense aura of malevolence was surging up from the ground.