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

Seeing that Su Qingling had been hit, Zhou Ran's chilling killing intent exploded from his body.

Although the Su sisters are not yet considered his people.

But to use such underhanded tactics in front of him, how could he, as the successor of the Demon Emperor, save face?

"Keep a close eye on them!"

He left Su Qingwu with a single sentence.

Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and he vanished, leaving only a ring of spreading sonic boom clouds.

The gale whipped up sand and gravel, shooting towards the Black Witch Village's camp like sharp arrows.

Even from a distance of a hundred meters, the devastating sense of oppression made the disciples of Black Witch Village feel their hearts clench and their breath catch in their throats.

"Set up the formation!"

Stop him!

The old priest was terrified and frantically pounded the ground with his snake-headed cane.

The ground trembled, and walls of dark, voodoo-infused light rose from the earth.

Each side was filled with mournful ghostly wails; this was the Black Witch Village's defensive array, powerful enough to trap and kill even Qi Condensation cultivators.

"roll!"

A roar resounded, the sound waves causing a sharp pain in everyone's eardrums.

Zhou Ran's speed did not decrease.

Faced with those layers upon layers of magical barriers, he didn't even have the interest to draw his sword.

He threw a left punch directly.

On the Qilin arm, the dark scales gleamed with an eerie light.

Those resilient walls of voodoo light, the moment they made contact with the fist.

Like glass thrown into a shredder, along with the runes and vengeful spirits on it, it was once again crushed into the most primitive energy particles and silently dissolved.

The force of the punch remained undiminished, forming a white wave of energy that shot outwards.

The old priest standing at the very front had his face frozen in terror.

boom!

His upper body, along with his internal organs and bones, turned into a cloud of blood mist.

His lower body remained upright in place, his hand still tightly gripping the snake-head cane, creating an extremely bizarre scene.

With a single punch, a veteran wizard in the early stages of Foundation Establishment was annihilated, both body and soul.

The blood mist dissipated.

Zhou Ran's figure had already appeared in front of Xiao Rou.

A large hand gripped her slender neck and lifted her off the ground.

"How do you want to die?"

Zhou Ran's voice was piercing, and his five fingers slowly tightened.

A suffocating feeling gripped Xiaorou's throat.

Her bright face turned a purplish-red from lack of oxygen, and her legs kicked weakly in the air.

Strangely, there was no fear or pleading in her eyes, only obsession and excitement.

"cough……

Cough cough..."

Xiao Rou took out a brocade box from her bosom and threw it on the ground.

She actually wanted to reach out and touch the back of Zhou Ran's hand that was holding her life in its grip!

"Give……

for you……"

Zhou Ran picked up the brocade box and threw it behind him without looking back.

"Bai Xuan, save them!"

He loosened his grip slightly and scrutinized the woman.

You handed over the antidote so easily?

Zhou Ran felt that something was wrong.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"You used a spell on my people just to provoke me?"

"yes……"

Xiao Rou gasped for breath, her face flushed.

Her voice was cloying and trembling.

I want to see you...

The way he killed for me...

"That punch you just threw..."

That's so domineering!

She glanced at her grandfather, who only had half a body.

There was no trace of anger or sadness in his eyes.

Quite the opposite.

It was all about worship and excitement for power.

"Can you... hit me without using internal energy?"

As she spoke, she closed her eyes.

That posture, on the contrary, resembled that of a devout believer, awaiting divine favor.

"Holy shit!"

abnormal!"

Zhou Ran felt a wave of physical nausea.

He had seen those who begged for mercy, those who were stubborn, and those who were fearless in the face of death.

I've never seen anything like this before!

He felt that the woman's gaze was a desecration of his power.

His power is meant for destruction and conquest, not for satisfying this twisted fetish.

"Do you want to get beaten up?"

Zhou Ran's voice was devoid of any warmth.

Crack!

He alternated between forehand and backhand slaps, delivering resounding blows that landed squarely on Xiaorou's face.

This slap did not use demonic energy; it was purely the physical strength of the Qilin Arm, yet it contained immense power.

Xiao Rou was thrown off the ground by the blow.

It flew out like a rag doll, only stopping after crashing into two trees and breaking them.

Half of her cheek swelled up rapidly at a visible rate.

Bright red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and several teeth flew out mixed with blood and foam.

However, the expected screams did not occur.

Curled up on the ground, she didn't let out a groan of pain, but rather a sigh of utter satisfaction.

"Comfortable……"

There was a hint of exhilaration and lingering satisfaction in that voice.

Xiao Rou's hands trembled as she touched her burning cheeks, her face twitching.

She raised her head, and her once captivating eyes now held only a fervent and bewildered adoration.

The body was also unable to extricate itself from the slap.

"Again...again..."

Her voice was barely audible, yet filled with longing.

Holy crap!

Boss, stop!

Bai Xuan, who had just given Su Qingling the antidote, almost popped his eyes out when he saw this scene.

It leaped away from Su Qingling and excitedly shouted at Zhou Ran.

"We can't let her have her way!"

Zhou Ran turned around and saw that the mushroom, which was half a person tall, was frantically scattering its spores.

"This woman is lacking in the five elements!"

He's a born scoundrel!

That slap of yours really hit her right where it hurts!

Bai Xuan circled around Zhou Ran, his hoarse voice booming even louder.

"Let me tell you, I once read in a lousy book that this was called the 'Body of Receiving Strike'!"

She was born to be beaten; the more she was beaten, the faster her cultivation level increased!

If you slap her twice more, she might just reach the Foundation Establishment stage on the spot!

Zhou Ran looked at the woman on the ground, her eyes glazed over and her face full of expectation.

The foot that was raised ultimately failed to step down.

There is no other reason.

Nausea.

He didn't care about killing.

Making him comply with a perverted fetish is worse than killing him.

and.

This kind of madman is more useful alive than dead.

A fully controllable tool will always come in handy someday.

but......

What the heck is this "Body That Can Withstand Strike"?

A natural masochistic constitution?

"Get as far away from me as possible before I change my mind!"

Zhou Ran kicked her hard in the chest and turned to walk towards the Su sisters.

Xiao Rou lay on the ground, clutching her chest in pain with both hands.

She stared intently at Zhou Ran's departing figure, her possessiveness almost overflowing.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear.

"I've decided on you..."

Zhou Ran ignored the disgusting gaze behind him and walked a few steps to Su Qingling's side.

The murderous aura he had just exuded had now subsided.

Su Qingwu instinctively shielded her younger sister behind her.

Looking at the demon-like man before him, his eyes held both awe and wariness.

Zhou Ran ignored her.

He squatted down directly in front of Su Qingling, extended two fingers, and placed them on her still reddened carotid artery.

A stream of pure demonic energy probed in and gently circled around.

The poison has been cleared, but the body is still somewhat weak.

"It's alright now."

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand, his words carrying a reassuring power.

Su Qingling looked up and met his deep eyes, her cheeks burning hot.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

The fear and pain that had frozen his soul were completely dispelled by his words and his thunderous attack.

An unprecedented sense of security welled up inside her, and she became completely absorbed in it.

Zhou Ran stood up, her gaze sweeping over the two sisters, her tone indifferent.

"Stay close to me; I don't keep any burdens in my team."

Su Qingwu trembled slightly as she looked at the man's back, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

He is domineering.

Cruel.

Yet it also gave them a protection they had never experienced before.

Just then, Su Qingling and Su Qingwu, who had just recovered, trembled simultaneously.

Their gazes turned simultaneously to the depths of the mountains.

There, a faint yet incredibly familiar aura was wafting through the air.

The two sisters exchanged a glance and said in unison:

Master…

"It's our master calling us!"

Zhou Ran paused, narrowing his eyes.

That legendary "master" who went mad with evil spirits and was critically injured and on the verge of death?

A dark light flashed deep within his purple-gold demonic eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of rock walls.

A cold, sharp curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go see your master."