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

"We succeeded!"

A greedy glint flashed in Xiao Jue's eyes.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the Song family patriarch launched a sneak attack with his divine sense and immobilized Zhou Ran's soul!

"Demon Slayer!"

The blade of the Ghost Head Saber suddenly swelled with a three-foot-long black light, carrying a thick, foul stench of blood, and slashed viciously toward Zhou Ran's chest.

This single strike is enough to split a main battle tank in two.

Just as Xiao Jue had predicted, Zhou Ran was caught in the lightning-fast stagnation and had no time to activate his demonic energy to protect himself.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered across the sky.

Zhou Ran's chest was ripped open with a deep wound that exposed the bone, the flesh turned inside out, a gruesome sight.

Hehehe!

"You fools who don't know their own mortality, this is what happens when you provoke the Wuji Sect!"

Xiao Jue laughed wildly, about to draw his sword and deliver the fatal blow.

however.

His laughter stopped abruptly, stuck in his throat.

The knife can't be pulled out anymore.

One hand.

A long, powerful hand, burning with eerie purple demonic flames, ignored the sharp blade and gripped his ghost-headed sword tightly.

The blade sliced ​​through his palm, blood mingling with demonic flames as it flowed, but his hand remained as steady as a rock, unbreakable.

Zhou Ran slowly raised her head.

His eyes, now devoid of any white, had transformed into two deep, terrifying purple vortexes.

Those are not human eyes.

That was the gaze of a demon god from the deepest abyss.

Meanwhile, within his invaded sea of ​​consciousness, an even more terrifying nightmare was unfolding.

The Song family patriarch, with his divine thoughts carrying 108 soul-suppressing nails, was preparing to completely shatter Zhou Ran's soul.

The next second, a giant black hand that covered his entire sea of ​​consciousness emerged from the depths of chaos and grabbed him as if he were catching a fly.

"Where did this old dog come from, daring to lay a hand on my disciple?!"

Nightfall's furious roar shook the entire spiritual world violently.

"This body is the one I reserved!"

"No one but me can touch it!"

"What...what are you?!"

The Song family patriarch's divine sense emitted a sinister laugh.

He just couldn't understand it. This kid already had an old demon living inside him!

Although his soul was flickering and extremely weak.

In terms of sheer power, it completely overwhelms me. Looking at this soul is like an ant looking up at a roc!

"Who are you……"

"It's so noisy!"

These days, Ye Futian was already feeling incredibly frustrated.

Now that he's finally met his match, he's going to have to take advantage of him.

Even though only a wisp of his soul remained, he was not someone who could be easily framed.

"Bang!"

That precious wisp of Foundation Establishment stage divine thought was instantly molded into the purest spiritual energy light spot.

"Hmph, it smells rotten and rancid, but I'll make do with it."

Nightfall smacked its lips in disgust, opened its mouth and inhaled, devouring all the energy points.

The real world.

Instead of decreasing, Zhou Ran's aura rose sharply, and the stiffness he had felt just moments before vanished completely.

"Is this your trump card?"

Zhou Ran stared at Xiao Jue, who was so close to him, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"Too weak."

"Snap!"

He suddenly tightened his grip on the blade.

That low-grade magic weapon, the Ghost Head Blade, forged from millennia-old cold iron, was actually crushed into countless iron filings by his bare hands!

Xiao Jue was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

Tonight's plan is flawless.

Even if this kid is strong, he's still just a Qi Condensation cultivator.

One hundred and eight soul-suppressing nails are more than enough to seal and suppress thirty to fifty souls, let alone the three souls and seven spirits!

Moreover, this Soul-Suppressing Nail is under the control of that Foundation Establishment old demon from the Song family!

There's only one possibility: this kid has been hiding his true abilities all along!

To withstand such soul-snatching erosion, this kid must at least be a legendary Golden Core cultivator!

Thinking of this, Xiao Jue was about to retreat when his body instantly became ethereal, merging into the thick shadow beneath his feet.

Shadow Cloak!

"Trying to run away?"

Zhou Ran let out a cold snort.

He didn't even look in the direction Xiao Jue fled, but instead swung his claw and plunged it directly into the dark shadow on the ground.

"Get the hell out here!"

The demonic runes on Zhou Ran's arm suddenly lit up, and an overwhelmingly powerful suction force erupted.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, suddenly emanated from that empty shadow.

What happened next made the other two people's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Zhou Ran actually grabbed a person by the collar from that two-dimensional shadow and forcibly pulled Xiao Jue's physical body out like a radish!

"No...impossible!"

How could you possibly catch a shadow?!

Xiao Jue, who was forcibly pulled out of the escape technique, had a face full of terror from the collapse of his faith.

His Shadow Cloak never fails unless the opponent's cultivation and understanding of the Dao are far superior to his!

Zhou Ran did not answer.

His response was a giant hand that descended from the sky, covering his entire field of vision.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Zhou Ran struck Xiao Jue on the top of the head with his palm.

There are no fancy moves.

Only pure, ultimate power, and the violent demonic energy that enters through initiation.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Xiao Jue's head did not explode; instead, under the erosion of demonic energy, it turned into a handful of black ash along with his bones and flesh.

A terrified phantom emerged from the headless corpse, before it could even flee.

Zhou Ran spread his five fingers, and with a flick of the demonic fire in his palm, he directly absorbed the soul into his body and casually tossed it to Ye Futian in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Extra meal."

This brutal and bloody scene completely terrified the other two Wuji Sect elders.

The Ghost Shadow Asura, who was only halfway to Foundation Establishment, was killed just like that?

Even their souls were eaten on the spot?

Demon!

This is a true demon that crawled out of hell!

"Run in different directions!"

Run!

Both men were terrified and lost all will to fight. They mounted their flying swords and fled for their lives in two different directions.

"Can they escape?"

Zhou Ran stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He made a sword gesture with one hand.

The Zanpakuto on his back emitted a humming sound, yearning to drink blood, and was drawn from its sheath on its own.

"go."

Whoosh!

The Zanpakuto transformed into a streak of purple lightning, invisible to the naked eye, cleaving through the rain.

puff!

The elder on the left had only flown a hundred meters when he felt a chill in his chest as he was pierced through by a blade, falling from the sky along with his sword.

The Zanpakuto continued its momentum, drawing a cold arc in the air before instantly turning back.

puff!

The elder on the right had just turned around in alarm when he felt a chill on his neck, and the world before him began to spin.

The last thing he saw was his headless body, still propelled forward by inertia.

"Control... Controlling the sword..."

This was his last thought before his soul was extinguished.

Less than a minute.

The three masters were all wiped out.

The torrential rain continued, washing away the bloodstains on the rooftop.

Zhou Ran withdrew his demonic energy, and the terrifying wound on his chest began to heal rapidly.

He walked to Xiao Jue's body and began to touch it with practiced ease.

"Poor wretch."

After searching for a while, they found nothing of value except some low-grade pills.

Until he found a map made of human skin in the inner pocket of Xiao Jue's body.

Zhou Ran unfolded the map and glanced at it in the flash of lightning.

The map clearly shows the feng shui network of Jiangcheng, with several key locations heavily circled in vermilion.

One of them was the mass grave that the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce wanted to trap the Xiao family for.

Next to it was a line of small, blood-red characters: [Thousand Spirit Blood Array - Array Eye Three - Extreme Yin Land].