It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

"I love watching you struggle, and I love seeing you hate me to death but can't do anything about it," Shen Meng said mockingly. "But I advise you to make a decision quickly. I don't have time to waste with you. Do you want your leg or your pride? I'll give you three seconds."

"Oh right, Uncle Yuan, remember to film a video. I've already thought of a title: #Tearing apart the Li family's heir, so satisfying#." Shen Meng laughed.

"Pooh!"

A spit was sent in his face, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Li Xianyu sneered, "Why don't you rise with the wind and soar ninety thousand miles high?"

If her great-grandmother were here, she might be surprised, having never seen such a tough guy as Li Xianyu. Although she said she admired his pragmatic nature, she was actually a little disappointed. After all, as his great-grandmother, she still hoped that her descendant would be a man of unwavering integrity.

Shen Meng's face instantly turned ferocious.

A whooshing sound tore through the air, accompanied by the one-eyed old man's shout: "Watch out!"

When Shen Meng heard the whooshing sound, he felt a sense of alarm. He quickly stepped back and looked in the direction from which the sound came. It was a brick that made a sharp whistling sound as it scraped against the air.

Someone smashed a brick at a speed comparable to a bullet; such a hidden weapon could either shatter the enemy to pieces or shatter oneself.

"Hmm?" Shen Meng's expression changed slightly.

He was horrified to discover that his retreat had not dodged the brick's trajectory. The brick, whistling through the air, gracefully arced through the air and spun as it hurtled toward his face.

If that brick were to hit his face, he would instantly lose his fighting ability and be disfigured.

"Bang!"

The brick hit its target but missed Shen Meng's face. At the critical moment, the one-eyed old man stepped between the two, crossed his arms, and blocked the sneak attack.

The brick failed to destroy the target; instead, it smashed the brick to pieces.

Bricks and rubble exploded like shrapnel from a grenade. Li Xianyu, who was standing nearby, was not so lucky. His eyes were destroyed by the rubble, and scarlet blood flowed down his cheeks. At the same time, his handsome face was riddled with holes.

A girl in a nightgown climbed up from the ground floor to the rooftop, a wallet dangling from her mouth and a basket of bricks in each hand.

Sanwu's expression remained as calm as ever, but her eyes were serene and focused, like a lone wolf hunting alone in the dark.

That was the look of an assassin. Every assassin is a lone wolf, and at this moment, she revealed her ruthless nature. Whether or not she might accidentally hurt Li Xianyu was not a consideration for her. The instant she entered combat mode, everything in front of her could be destroyed.

The one-eyed old man said in a deep voice, "You can't dodge her hidden weapons, because there's no way to dodge them. Every master at Baoze is a terrifying existence. Third Master, you take the Li family successor and leave first. I'll hold her off."

A cold sweat broke out on Shen Meng's back. He considered himself one of the top experts among the younger generation of bloodline warriors, and that surpassing the older generation of powerhouses was only a matter of time. With his talent and family background, if he could withstand the test of time and not die young, he would be a definite elder statesman.

However, the girl in front of him, who was clearly the same age as him, possessed extraordinary strength that could easily defeat him.

The one-eyed old man patiently said, "Don't bother with these monsters. They were born to be weapons, born only to kill. Even a great sect like the Ancient God Cult, which has been passed down for thousands of years, only had ten Rank A members at its peak."

Shen Meng nodded, grabbed Li Xianyu who had fainted from the pain, and swept away in another direction.

The sound of air being torn apart came again, and the one-eyed old man once again blocked the brick for Shen Meng. However, this time he was surrounded by a spherical air shield, and the brick shattered upon impact with the air shield.

Physically speaking, the limit is that it can only withstand a little bit.

"Your ability to strike with precision is indeed extraordinary and unavoidable, but everything in the world has its counterpart, and my Hunyuan Gong is just what you need to counter it," the one-eyed old man said.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. While this operation wasn't exactly meticulously planned, it was still well-prepared. His superpowers combined with the Hunyuan Gong (Primordial Chaos Technique) made him a human tank, specifically designed to counter assassins.

Without saying a word, Sanwu picked up a brick and started smashing it.

She threw one basket of bricks at lightning speed, then, carrying the remaining bricks, threw them back while dodging the one-eyed old man's attacks.

In fact, her close combat ability is stronger than her superpowers, but she just happened to encounter an opponent who counters her. If she cannot break through the Hunyuan Gong Qi shield in close combat, she will instead put herself in a dangerous situation.

A dull thud exploded on the rooftop, as dense as firecrackers, with fragments whistling and shooting everywhere.

Shen Meng, carrying Li Xianyu, ran away. Reaching the edge of the rooftop, he suddenly heard the vengeful spirit within the cauldron scream as a warning. He instinctively stopped. Just then, his great-grandmother, hiding below with her fingers dug into the wall, lunged forward, but the sneak attack failed.

Grandma was wearing a girlish nightgown, looking delicate and cute, but her pale face was covered with frost. Her gaze swept over the pitiful Li Xianyu, and her eyes surged with murderous intent.

"Li Xianyu, how are you?" Grandma shouted.

Li Xianyu had already fainted and was unable to answer.

"Don't worry, he's not dead." Shen Meng looked at her with amazement. "The elders in my family often say that the women of the Li family are incredibly beautiful and talented, and it's true. As long as you cooperate with us obediently, I won't kill him."

The great-grandmother breathed a slight sigh of relief. As long as her great-grandson was alive, there was no big problem. Even if he lost his eyes, it wouldn't matter. She could just become his eyes in the future.

"What is your surname?" Grandma asked.

"Hey, Chongqin Shen family, if you want your descendants, go find me there." Shen Meng squinted at the female battle spirit blocking his way again, and grinned, "I wouldn't dare take you with me, get out of the way."

As he spoke, he summoned the Soul Refining Cauldron, from which wisps of green smoke billowed out, accompanied by ghostly howls that rushed toward his great-grandmother.

With no time to waste on battle spirits, after its establishment, Baoze Group compiled a list of bloodline descendants through big data analysis and screening. One hundred bloodlines were included on the list, symbolizing the top one hundred at the pinnacle of the bloodline world. Reality is not a novel with so many messy ranking systems; therefore, Baoze Group's bloodline list is an important reference standard for combat strength. While there are some criticisms of the ranking of the top one hundred, it is generally accepted.

Uncle Yuan ranked sixty-ninth on the list, but that was still not enough to compete with the god-level employees of Baoze Group. Baoze's employees were not on the list, but the god-level employees were recognized as being in the top thirty.

They're using their strength to hold her back now, but they can't hold out for long.

A hundred ghosts rushed towards him, but his great-grandmother remained unfazed. With a suck from her small mouth, Li Xianyu, who was unconscious, kicked his legs in mid-air and his whole body convulsed.

After absorbing enough vital energy, Grandma's face flushed and she looked radiant.

Her clear, bright eyes were replaced by a blood-red hue, glowing crimson in the darkness. An aura of demonic power enveloped the rooftop.

Upon seeing the red eyes, the vengeful ghosts that had rushed towards them all braked simultaneously. The black smoke seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, coming to a halt. They came gracefully and then returned with the speed of lightning, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts.

"A bunch of useless things." No matter how Shen Meng urged the Soul Refining Cauldron, the group of vengeful spirits that used to be obedient refused to come out, huddled inside the cauldron trembling.

Before he could teach these good-for-nothings a lesson, the battle spirit, which was only a dozen meters away, suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it was right in front of him and threw a thunderous punch at him.

Shen Meng hastily raised his arm to block, and heard a "crack" as his arm broke instantly. The force of the impact sent him flying.

That wasn't the end of it. When masters clash, they never give their enemies a chance to breathe, nor do they utter a sound. Grandma's fist slammed down again, and a small, white fist brought him a suffocating feeling of death.

This time, Grandma didn't just suck out a little bit of essence; she almost drained Li Xianyu of all his energy, bringing him to the brink of kidney failure.

At the cost of her great-grandson's physical exhaustion, the great-grandmother regained some fighting strength, but it couldn't last long, so she needed to finish quickly. If she delayed even a moment, either she would run out of energy, or her great-grandson would die of kidney failure.