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

"Pooh."

A mouthful of dark blood mixed with bits of internal organs was coughed up by Zhou Ran and landed on the ground.

He swayed, but managed to stay upright.

In the soil, the mushroom spirit, with only half its cap showing, saw his miserable state and angrily cursed:

"idiot!

Lao Tzu already told you, this is "barbarism"! It's the forgetting of the "Tao"!

"When you use the power within the rules to attack the rules themselves, isn't that just like trying to grab your own shadow?"

Utterly ridiculous!

The more fiercely it cursed, the faster it shrank, because the chaotic mass had already opened its invisible maw and was hanging above its head.

Zhou Ran ignored the cursing and endured the tearing pain, his mind racing instead.

rule……

"Zhou Ran!"

Su Qingwu and Su Qingling gasped in surprise, their voices trembling with sobs, their pretty faces deathly pale.

The two men's fingers flew, forming hand seals, and two beams of the purest purifying spiritual light from the Water Moon Nunnery shot out, striking the gray chaos directly.

Shila-

Where the blue light met the gray fog, only a wisp of smoke rose before vanishing without a trace.

This purifying power, enough to cleanse even the most vengeful ghosts of a century, failed to halt the chaotic writhing in the slightest.

Zhou Ran's vision blurred, a sign of excessive blood loss. A sigh, aged and full of sarcasm, echoed deep within his consciousness.

"idiot!

Utter idiot!

That's a "barbarian"!

It doesn't exist in this dimension!

You're going to use a broken knife to chop?

Why don't you urinate on the sun?

Zhou Ran struggled to slowly move himself out of the human-shaped hole in the rock wall.

He felt as if his internal organs had been mashed into a paste, and with each breath, a strong metallic taste churned in his throat.

That impact was less of an attack and more of a deliberate collision with a moving star.

More than three ribs were broken, and the left lung was pierced by bone fragments and has completely lost its function.

He casually wiped the blood from his chin.

"Old man, stop making sarcastic remarks."

Zhou Ran leaned on his Zanpakuto, his body swaying violently, only managing not to fall thanks to his indomitable will.

"Spit it out."

Nightfall let out a sinister, eerie laugh.

"Beg me."

"Say 'Ancestor, save me!' and I will show you a way to survive..."

"dream."

Zhou Ran's heart sank, and he forcibly shut off the connection with his sea of ​​consciousness, isolating the sound from the outside.

ask for help?

Zhou Ran's knees have never buckled in the face of a rich woman's financial power.

This old devil is more nervous than anyone else right now.

If his physical body is destroyed, his remaining soul will also be reduced to ashes.

Putting on airs at this critical juncture is nothing more than an attempt to suppress oneself mentally, thus increasing one's leverage for future possession.

Trying to play mind games with me?

Zhou Ran's expression was solemn, his gaze fixed on the writhing gray chaos in front of him.

"Physical attacks are ineffective..."

He took a breath, and the pain in his chest made his vision go black.

His only remaining right palm flipped over, and a cluster of purplish-gold demonic fire burst into flames.

If you can't cut it with a knife, then burn it!

The Asura Demon Fire is said to incinerate everything, even the soul!

"go!"

Zhou Ran flicked his hand, and the purple flames transformed into a ferocious fire dragon, roaring silently as it charged towards "Yi".

What happened next made everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

That cloud of gray mist couldn't be dodged or avoided at all.

The purple flames crashed into it, but instead of exploding or burning, they were swallowed up by the gray mist, disappearing without a trace like ink entering the sea.

It was erased.

It wasn't extinguished, but rather directly erased from the level of "existence" by a higher-dimensional force.

"Immune to spells too?"

A chill ran from Zhou Ran's tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

This thing is a complete monster of rules!

At this moment, "Yi" was hovering above the mushroom spirit's head.

That gaping wound, which could hardly be called a mouth, was less than three feet away from the trembling canopy of the white silk umbrella.

"Help!"

It's disinfecting!

The mushroom spirit, with two mycelium strands holding its head, cried out incoherently:

"Don't come any closer!"

I have athlete's foot!

It will give me diarrhea if I eat it!

Those two delicate-skinned women next to me are the most delicious; they smell amazing!

"Damn it..."

Zhou Ran cursed under his breath and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

If this monster were to swallow the mushroom today and complete the transformation between reality and illusion, all living beings present would become a dish on its menu.

If an outward attack is swallowed up, then let's do the opposite!

The Yin-Yang Technique: A Reversal!

Instead of retreating, Zhou Ran advanced, his figure transforming into a blood-red afterimage as he fiercely pressed forward.

His only remaining left hand transformed into a sharp claw, with a dark vortex spinning rapidly in his palm, whipping up a whistling, eerie wind that aimed directly at the "Yi's" flank.

You want to devour everything?

I'll swallow your rules along with me today!

"Devour!"

"court death!"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian's previously isolated will forcefully broke through the barrier, unleashing a roar of shock and fury.

"Do you dare to directly touch its body?"

Let go!

late.

Zhou Ran's fingertips touched the gray mist.

There is no energy offset.

There was no explosion.

Zhou Ran's left hand felt light, and a sense of emptiness washed over him.

It wasn't pain, but a complete "loss".

He looked down.

The outstretched hand, along with the entire forearm, vanished into thin air.

The incision was right at his elbow, smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting his astonished face.

The cross-sections of the blood vessels, muscles, and bones were clearly red and white, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

The scene was utterly absurd; his arm had simply vanished, the clean cut as if it had never existed.

Half a second later.

puff--!

The severed nerves and blood vessels only reacted afterward, and the belated pain and gushing blood spurted out from the severed arm!

"Hold!"

Zhou Ran was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, and she retreated hastily in a disheveled state.

His blood stimulated the gray fog.

"Yi" separated a portion of its deformed body, which transformed into an invisible whip shadow, sweeping towards Zhou Ran's waist.

That wasn't a physical entity; it was a spatial fold that had been forcibly folded.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his severed arm. He pushed off the ground with his right foot and slid along the ground at an extreme angle.

The folds of space brushed against his back.

Behind him, a large chunk of the hard granite ground had silently disappeared, leaving a bottomless semi-circular gap.

"Zhou Ran!"

Not far away, Su Qingwu and Su Qingling's screams were heart-wrenching, and their tears flowed freely.

They always thought this man was a demon, domineering, unreasonable, and tyrannical.

But when they looked at that blood-soaked figure, missing an arm yet still standing in front of them, a cruel truth struck them, leaving them dizzy.

Without this demon, they wouldn't have survived even a second in this desolate place.

The so-called "gold-level" celestial masters are no different from two quails waiting to be slaughtered in the face of this monster that is beyond comprehension.

Extreme fear stimulated their primal instincts.

A rich, moist vapor mixed with a delicate, virginal fragrance spread uncontrollably through the air.

Their faces were flushed red, their legs were limply pressed together, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes were glazed over; it was the Holy Body's instinctive dependence on and submission to the only strong one when it was on the verge of despair.

"Don't shout!"

Zhou Ran knelt on the ground, tore off a corner of his clothes with his teeth, and clumsily tied a knot at the severed arm with his only remaining right hand.