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

Song Yunfei turned his head and looked at the two middle-aged men in Taoist robes behind him with calm demeanor.

This is his last trump card.

"My two senior uncles, this kid is a bit strange. I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to take action."

Song Yunfei turned to look at the two middle-aged men in Taoist robes behind him.

The two men's expressions turned serious.

The person on the left is named Zhao Shanhe, and the person on the right is named Li Canghai.

The two of them were disciples of the Wuji Sect and were also highly skilled guardians of the Song family, whom they had paid a great price to maintain.

Zhao Shanhe narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Ran like lightning, and let out a cold snort.

"To have such skills at such a young age is truly genius."

Unfortunately, he was wicked and too ruthless.

"Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and cripple your cultivation!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe lightly touched the ground with his toes.

"boom!"

The asphalt road surface cracked instantly, creating a crater the size of a bowl.

Using this reaction force, Zhao Shanhe shot forward like a cannonball, carrying an incomparably fierce energy, and charged straight towards Zhou Ran.

A master of internal energy releases their inner strength outwards; even a plucked leaf or a flying flower can injure someone.

Zhao Shanhe's punch, named "Mountain-Opening Cannon," is a unique skill he has honed over decades, powerful enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks.

Before the force of the punch even arrived, the reeds behind Zhou Ran were already being blown about wildly.

"Acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Zhou Ran chuckled, his eyes flashing with purple light.

"You dare to challenge me?"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, meeting Zhao Shanhe's fist head-on with a punch of his own.

There are no fancy moves, only the purest physical strength.

The demonic energy in his dantian surged like a floodgate opening, rushing along his meridians to his right arm.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided.

It emitted a deep, thunderous roar.

Centered on the two individuals, a visible shockwave spread outwards, scattering blood and rubble from the ground.

The confidence on Zhao Shanhe's face froze, replaced by extreme terror.

He felt as if his punch had landed on a towering mountain.

Not only did he fail to budge his opponent in the slightest, but the extremely domineering and chilling power also penetrated his meridians through the fist.

That force, like a maggot clinging to his bone, burrowed into his meridians along the edge of his fist, frantically devouring the internal strength he had painstakingly cultivated over decades.

"Click...click..."

The cracking sound of bones breaking spread from his fist all the way down his arm.

"ah--!"

Zhao Shanhe let out a piercing scream, his body flying backward as if struck by a heavy blow. In mid-air, his right arm was already broken into pieces.

"Senior brother!"

Upon seeing this, another grandmaster, Li Canghai, moved swiftly and pounced on Zhou Ran from the flank like a ghost.

With his five fingers forming a hook, he tore through the air and aimed straight for Zhou Ran's throat.

Eagle Claw Kung Fu!

This grab is enough to pierce through a steel plate.

"roll!"

Zhou Ran didn't even glance at him; he simply swung his palm out.

There was no handprint, nor any radiance.

Li Canghai felt an irresistible, terrifying suction force coming from Zhou Ran's palm, firmly pulling him in.

His protective internal energy, which he was so proud of, was as thin as a cicada's wing in front of that palm.

"puff!"

Li Canghai's chest collapsed, and before he could even let out a scream, he felt his life essence and internal energy being frantically drained away by that palm!

Just two breaths.

When Zhou Ran released his grip, Li Canghai had already turned into a dried-up corpse with wrinkled skin and wide-open eyes, and fell straight down.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Song Yunfei's legs went weak, and he could no longer stand. He collapsed onto the cold ground, feeling a warm, wet sensation in his crotch.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

Those were two Grandmasters of Internal Energy!

It is a powerful guardian spirit that the Song family has paid a huge price to maintain!

But in just one encounter, one was crippled, and the other...

Was he drained of his life force and turned into a dried-up human body?

This is not human!

This is the devil!

They are demons in human skin!

On the other side, Wang Guocheng was already terrified.

He naively thought that this person's cultivation method was from the same source as the Wuji Sect, and that he must be some villain who practiced evil arts.

It was assumed that he was just lucky to have killed Ghost Hand.

But now it seems that this person's internal strength is so domineering that the Wuji Sect is no match for him!

Even if Uncle-Master Mo Yunhai came, he wouldn't necessarily gain any advantage!

He turned and ran. Even a Grandmaster of Internal Energy was instantly killed. There was no point in him staying; he would only be throwing his life away.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Zhou Ran's cold voice rang in his ears.

Wang Guocheng felt a tightness around his neck as a large, iron-like hand gripped the back of his neck.

Zhou Ran lifted him up like a chick, her purple eyes coldly staring at him.

Wang Guocheng struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, his face turning a liverish color, and making strange "hehe" sounds in his throat.

"Spare...spare my life..."

"Is Ghost Hand your senior brother?"

"So, you set up the formation in the Extraordinary Gym too?"

Zhou Ran's eyes were indifferent, and his fingers suddenly tightened.

"Snap!"

The neck bone was fractured.

Wang Guocheng's head slumped down limply, his eyes bulging, his death unresolved.

Zhou Ran did not immediately let go, but instead began to circulate the Yin-Yang Technique.

A black vortex formed in his palm, and in just a few breaths, Wang Guocheng's burly body visibly withered away.

In the end, it turned into a dried-up corpse, skin and bones.

Before Zhao Shanhe could even kneel down and beg for mercy, a large hand slammed down on his skull, turning him into a dried-up corpse before he could even scream.

Zhou Ran casually tossed the corpse into the river, feeling the abundant spiritual energy within his body, and comfortably exhaled a long breath.

at this time.

Qin Sanye, who was hiding in the bushes not far away, was trembling all over.

He was originally invited by Song Yunfei to provide support.

But being cautious by nature, he sensed something was amiss and decided to keep a watchful eye on things from the shadows.

At that moment, he was incredibly grateful for his caution.

If he had rushed up there earlier, there would probably be another dried-up corpse floating in the river now.

Zhou Ran turned around and slowly spoke.

"Have you seen enough?"

Qin Sanye felt a chill run through his body, as if a cold air rushed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

It was discovered!

He didn't dare hesitate for a moment, scrambling out of the bushes and kneeling on the ground with a thud.

"Mr. Zhou...Mr. Zhou's divine power is unparalleled!"

"This old man...this old man means absolutely no harm!"

He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, his forehead a bloody mess.

"It's too dirty here."

Qin Sanye was a smart man, and naturally understood Zhou Ran's implied meaning.

He felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and kowtowed even more loudly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou!"

The roads are slippery and windy in this area, so car accidents are common.

I assure you, by dawn this place will be even cleaner than when it was first repaired, without a single trace left!

Master Qin spoke extremely quickly, afraid that if he slowed down even by a second, he would displease this killing god.

Zhou Ran remained noncommittal, his gaze falling on Song Yunfei, who was slumped on the ground.

Master Qin understood immediately, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Tonight, Young Master Song indulged in excessive sexual activity in his car and accidentally drove it into the river!"

Qin Sanye gave a forced smile, and the way he looked at Song Yunfei was as if he were looking at a dead man.