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

"You bad guy! Don't you dare bully my sister!"

The childish voice became shrill and full of resentment.

And it carries with it a madness that leads to the destruction of everything.

Lin Qingxue's heart clenched suddenly.

She sensed it.

That's the temperature at which the soul is burning.

Xiao Qi...

Don't go!

She screamed silently in her throat, but fear, like a giant hand, gripped her vocal cords tightly.

Song Ren.

This monster that grew out of the shadows is a top assassin of the Japanese Shadow Assassin School.

Xiao Qi was just a wandering soul who couldn't even bear to part with an Ultraman toy.

This is hardly a case of moths flying into a flame.

This is a snowflake about to smash a red-hot iron wall.

"Um?"

Song Ren paused slightly, holding the wine glass, without even turning around.

He merely turned his head to the side, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery.

"Still has the will to resist?"

"interesting."

He sensed Xiaoqi's resolute gaze.

Lin Qingxue no longer felt any sadness. Instead, she closed her eyes and fiercely clenched her teeth into her tongue.

The pungent, rusty taste exploded in my mouth.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of hot blood and essence onto the hot jade pendant without reservation.

Zhou Ran taught her.

This is the only desperate measure left in this dire situation—to forcefully open the Yin-Yang Gate!

"Xiao Qi!!!"

As she screamed in anguish, the small, dark figure suddenly rose from the shadows.

A cold wind suddenly arose from the ground.

The temperature in the conference room plummeted.

The boy, about seven or eight years old, was dressed in rags, with two streams of black blood flowing from his eyes.

He bared his not-so-sharp fangs, which transformed into a fierce black line that shot straight toward Song Ren's throat.

fast.

But it's only fast.

Faced with this desperate attack that burned his soul, Song Ren didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply gripped the knife hilt with one hand, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Is this the dirty stuff you're using as your trump card?"

Zheng—

It wasn't the sound of a knife.

It was murderous intent.

A palpable killing intent erupted from Song Ren's pores, instantly shredding the dust particles floating in the air.

That was the "power" he cultivated after killing tens of thousands of people at his dojo in Japan.

With the simplest sword-drawing move.

laugh!

The plume of black smoke stopped abruptly three inches from Song Ren's throat.

It felt like I'd bumped into an invisible wall of air.

then.

It begins to dissolve.

There was no explosion, no roar.

Like snowflakes falling under the scorching sun, Xiao Qi's illusory body began to evaporate from her fingertips.

At this point, he couldn't even let out a scream.

Those eyes, streaming with bloody tears, were fixed on Lin Qingxue's direction.

Full of longing.

His lips parted and closed, silently uttering his last words in this world.

"Sister...I'm sorry..."

Snapped.

The last wisp of black smoke dissipated.

His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

Even the last trace of its existence in this world has been erased.

Lin Qingxue slumped to the ground, her eyes vacant.

There were no tears.

After the extreme grief, there was a large empty space in my heart.

Before meeting Zhou Ran, she was afraid of ghosts.

After meeting Zhou Hou, she was like a flower being protected in the palm of someone's hand.

But now.

Xiao Qi is dead.

Because of her incompetence.

A poisonous weed called "Hate" grew wildly in that hollow.

He hated Song Ren.

I hate myself even more for being able to only cry.

She stared intently at Song Ren, her once clear eyes now filled with an eerie, lifeless gray.

That was her understanding of cultivation at that moment.

"The ghosts of Xia Kingdom are too fragile."

Song Ren removed his hand from the sword hilt with a calm and elegant movement.

"You think you're worthy to block a Japanese sword?"

He raised his glass again; the bright red liquid clung to the glass like human blood.

"I really like the look in your eyes right now."

"Despair is the best seasoning."

He brought the rim of the cup to his lips and leisurely sipped the tea.

Just now.

boom----!!!

A loud bang.

Without any warning or preparation.

It was as if the entire city of Jiangcheng had been hit hard by a hammer.

To others, it looked like a minor earthquake had struck the entire city of Jiangcheng.

The skyscraper beneath my feet trembled violently, groaning as its steel bars twisted.

The bulletproof glass was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The ceiling chandelier swayed wildly, and dust fell in clumps.

In Song Ren's hand, the wine in the glass rippled violently.

A few drops of red wine splashed out and landed on the back of his hand.

A breathtaking red.

Song Ren's expression changed slightly.

This is not thunder.

As a half-step Shadow-level expert, he was all too familiar with this kind of voice.

That's a sonic boom created when an object tears through the atmosphere at extremely high speed, forcibly compressing the air!

And it's right above my head!

Didn't Li Cangtian say that this kid was only at the ninth level of Qi Condensation?!

This power is terrifying!

……

On the overpass of the main road at the entrance to the city.

The once bustling thoroughfares are now completely blocked off.

Thousands of ice cream buckets and green corrugated iron walls completely surrounded the bridge.

The reason given was "road collapse and emergency repairs".

But in fact.

On the surface of the overpass, there are ninety-nine pale human skulls.

These skulls were arranged in a bizarre vortex shape.

In the eye socket of each skull, there was a small black flag.

And at the very center of the formation.

Standing there was a middle-aged man dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe.

Li Cangtian, the leader of the Wuji Sect.

He held a whisk in his hand, walked with the Seven Star Step, and looked arrogant.

"Hmph, does a mere self-taught junior deserve my personal attention?"

Li Cangtian looked at the formation before him with a face full of confidence.

This is the Wuji Sect's signature formation—the Spirit-Locking Annihilation Formation!

This formation is specifically designed to counter cultivators.

Any cultivator who steps into the array's range will have their spiritual energy suppressed by more than 30% instantly.

Moreover, the formation also releases "bone-corroding yin winds" that corrode the physical body and soul.

Li Cangtian was a powerful cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

In addition, this formation provides further assistance.

Even if a righteous master of the same level came, there would be no way for them to survive.

Not to mention Zhou Ran, that greenhorn at the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

"That little brat Song Ren is way too cautious."

Li Cangtian curled his lip in disdain.

"Once you enter my territory, dragons must coil up and tigers must lie low."

"With spiritual energy suppressed by 30% and the souls devoured by a hundred ghosts, even a god couldn't save him."

Sudden.

His heart skipped a beat.

The disciple next to him, who was responsible for watching the radar, almost dropped his tablet in fright.

"Sect...Sect Master!"

"Hypersonic object detected!"

Speed...exceeding Mach 50!

"What?!"

Li Cangtian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Mach 50?

Even intercontinental ballistic missiles don't have that speed!

Has the military taken action?

impossible!

The Song family had already pulled the strings; how could they possibly have missiles?!

Before the thought had even formed...

The sky is falling.

The thick, leaden clouds were violently torn apart.

A purplish-black meteor, trailing a tail of flame a kilometer long, plummeted straight down with world-destroying kinetic energy.

That wasn't a missile, nor was it a meteor.

That's a person!

That's a madman who thinks he's been hit by a meteorite!

The eye of the storm.

All the mycelia of the mushroom spirit moved out at once, grabbed Zhou Ran's collar, and the cap was blown into a large pancake by the gale, sticking to Zhou Ran's back.

"Boss! That's a spirit-locking array!"

Bai Xuan screamed sharply.

At this moment, Bai Xuan strained to open his small, beady eyes and quickly analyzed the composition of the formation.

The plan is to find the core of the formation and then resolve it at the lowest possible cost.

"Boss, don't use your spiritual power!"

The more you bombard it with magic, the harder it gets!

It will be sucked dry!

"Who says magic?"

Zhou Ran's voice was as cold and hard as iron in the strong wind.

At this moment, Zhou Ran was still falling rapidly, his clothes had long been burned to ashes, revealing his strong demonic body.

"Bai Xuan, have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the sky?"

What he wanted was to overcome all obstacles with sheer force!