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

She raised her head, and the charm in her peach blossom eyes faded, leaving only an overwhelming worry.

"Come back alive."

"If you dare to lose even a single hair, I'll sell the gym, lock you in the villa, and make sure you never go anywhere else, belonging only to me."

The murderous intent emanating from Zhou Ran was somewhat diluted by this domineering gentleness, and he smiled.

"Don't worry, even the King of Hell would have to offer me a cigarette."

Before the words were finished, a scream erupted from downstairs.

"ah!

Stop pinching!

Stop pinching!

My nipple is going to fall off!

Zhou Ran was taken aback and quickly walked down the stairs.

In the living room, Fatty Wang stood shirtless, his bulging muscles gleaming under the light, exuding explosive power.

He was standing behind the "butterfly chest press machine" that he had brought back from the gym, grinning maliciously.

A thin man dressed in black was pinned down on the equipment, his arms tied to the handles.

Fatty Wang was grinning as he helped him with a "passive chest press".

"Will you tell me or not!"

Still being stubborn?!

With each roar, Fatty Wang used all his strength to squeeze the counterweight handles on both sides towards the center.

"Crunch—click!"

That was the sound of the sternum cracking under extreme pressure.

The skinny man's body was squeezed into an inverted "C" shape, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The scout wept uncontrollably, his spirit broken.

"I am a spy from the Wuji Sect!"

Stop pinching!

If you squeeze it any tighter, it'll really split in two!

Only then did Fatty Wang reluctantly release his grip, wipe his sweat, and grin at Zhou Ran as if seeking praise.

"Brother Ran, I caught that bastard sneaking around outside the manor."

I was thinking of using our gym's special techniques to loosen his bones; the results would be phenomenal!

Zhou Ran walked slowly closer, and the chill emanating from him made the temperature in the living room drop several degrees.

He looked down at the limp scout, his gaze devoid of any human emotion.

"How many people came tonight?"

When the scout met Zhou Ran's gaze, he felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, and his crotch immediately became wet.

"Three...three elders."

The team leader is 'Ghost Shadow Shura'

Master Xiao Jue...

There's more...

"What else?"

"They said... after killing you, they would take that woman named Lin Qingxue and Xiao Hongli away..."

"They are said to be..."

It is a Dao body that is one in ten thousand.

It is the best furnace offered to our ancestor…

Zhou Ran remained motionless, yet the air around him exploded outwards!

The crystal chandelier, worth tens of thousands, along with the plaster on the ceiling, was shattered into dust and fell down in a flurry!

Wang Pangzi was thrown to the ground by the blast wave, looking at Zhou Ran in horror.

Zhou Ran stood still, his black hair dancing wildly without wind, and visible purplish-black demonic energy overflowing from his body.

The aura originating from the primordial chaos pressed down on the surrounding space, causing it to groan in agony.

The Lord of Hell has descended upon the mortal realm.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

Lin Qingxue and Xiao Hongli were among his most important Achilles' heel.

"Okay, very good."

Zhou Ran laughed, but his laughter was filled with a murderous intent as fierce as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He didn't kill the spy, but instead touched his forehead with a finger, planting a demonic thought within him.

"Go back and tell your master to wash his neck clean, I'll come and get it myself."

After saying that, he turned to look at Fatty Wang.

"Fatty, guard the house."

"Qin San's men have already set up surveillance outside."

Take this.

Zhou Ran tossed out a jade talisman that shimmered with a warm, lustrous sheen.

"This is a talisman I made, which I hang around Qingxue's neck."

"As long as I don't die, it can take the fatal blow for her."

Fatty Wang hurriedly caught the jade talisman, nodded vigorously, and couldn't help but call out as he watched Zhou Ran stride towards the door.

"Ran-ge! Where are you going? I'll call for backup right away..."

"No need."

Zhou Ran pushed open the door and stepped into the raging storm.

……

Dihao Building, Jiangcheng New District.

This skyscraper, which has been abandoned for ten years, is like a giant skeleton stripped of its flesh and blood, casting a distorted giant shadow under the reflection of lightning.

Tonight, this is a graveyard.

On the rooftop, a fierce wind whipped up torrential rain, its howling sound like the wailing of ghosts.

Three figures in black robes had already blended into the darkness.

The leader's figure was elusive, standing in the wind, his form resembling an elongated shadow.

He is the sharpest blade of the Wuji Sect, "Ghost Shadow Asura" Xiao Jue.

The two elders behind him held longswords that gleamed darkly in the lightning.

"Elder Xiao, that kid really dares to come?"

An elder asked in a low voice, his voice broken by the wind.

Xiao Jue let out a hoarse laugh like an owl:

He will.

He was willing to die for two ordinary women; this is what is called "love".

Ah, how foolish, and how... pathetic.

The voice just fell.

A figure walked up the unrailed concrete stairs at a leisurely pace.

He had his hands in his pockets and even a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

That tiny spark of crimson light was the only bright spot in this darkness and despair.

The rain was repelled by an invisible aura three inches above his head, leaving not a drop of water on him.

Zhou Ran walked up to the rooftop, stopped, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Three scoundrels, they picked a pretty good spot."

He looked around, his tone of commenting on the scenery completely out of place with the somber atmosphere.

"This is an extremely inauspicious place in Feng Shui, filled with yin energy. Using it to bury the three of you will save me the trouble of digging a hole."

Xiao Jue's shadow flickered, his tone sinister, every word dripping with chilling coldness:

"Zhou Ran, even when he's about to die, he's still sharp-tongued."

"Obediently offer up your physical body and come back to the capital with us to meet the Ancestor. This is a divine opportunity you couldn't possibly cultivate in eight lifetimes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran laughed so hard his shoulders shook, as if he were watching a huge joke.

He stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it with his finger.

The cigarette butt transformed into a streak of fire, shooting straight toward Xiao Jue, but was blocked by an invisible barrier when it came within a foot of him, turning into ashes.

"You want my body?"

sure."

Zhou Ran stretched his neck, and his joints made a popping sound like popping beans.

"Let's see if your claws are hard enough."

"However, before we take action, I need to correct one of your mistakes."

Zhou Ran extended a finger, pointed at Xiao Jue from a distance, and then traced it across the two people behind him.

"Your meager cultivation is barely enough to fill my teeth, even as an appetizer before I reach Foundation Establishment."

The last word fell.

Zhou Ran made a move!

Too lazy to walk down the water tower, he had already transformed into a black meteor from a height of tens of meters, crashing down on the three of them with a whooshing sound as he tore through the air!

"Arrogant!"

The two elders were furious. Their flying swords turned into two streaks of lightning, crossing each other as they stabbed towards Zhou Ran's heart and throat!

"Clang! Clang!"

Two low-grade magical flying swords, powerful enough to pierce a tank, stabbed into Zhou Ran's body.

The tip of the sword was so hard that it was bent and deformed, bursting into a series of blinding sparks!

Only two fleeting white marks remained on his skin.

"What?!"

Their pupils contracted, and they were terrified.

Is this a human body?

This must be a magical artifact forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron!

In that instant when they were lost in thought...

Zhou Ran's figure had already appeared in front of Xiao Jue like a ghost.

But just as he was about to unleash his punch—

A sharp object, about the size of a thumb, flew towards them at high speed.

It is the Soul-Suppressing Nail!

Then, a mental spike filled with malice and greed ruthlessly tore through space and pierced into Zhou Ran's mind!

It's the foundation-building divine thought of that old ancestor of the Song family in the capital!

"You little beast, your perfect demonic body is gladly accepted by your ancestor!"

An aged and sickly thought exploded in Zhou Ran's mind.

Zhou Ran's figure paused for a moment in mid-air.