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

"That means twisting your head off!"

Before the last note faded, the figure had vanished.

Only the ground that had been trampled suddenly collapsed three inches, sending rubble flying upwards.

Followed by.

collapse--!

The delayed sonic boom cloud exploded in mid-air, and the pale shockwave swept across the entire area, overturning the metal sheets of wrecked cars more than ten meters away.

Li Cangtian felt the scene before him blur, and a scorching gust of wind rushed towards him.

He roared furiously, wildly waving his whisk.

This superior magical artifact, refined over sixty years, instantly straightened its three thousand silver threads, transforming them into a wall of deathly white needles to protect its entire body.

With his left hand, he crushed the life-saving jade talisman, and a pitch-black "Mysterious Yin Heart-Protecting Mirror" appeared out of thin air, exuding a sinister aura and as heavy as a mountain.

Such defenses could easily withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator of the same level.

But what he faced was an ancient ferocious beast disguised in human skin.

"Smash it, sir!"

Zhou Ran's moves remained unchanged, straightforward and direct.

The red glow of the Qilin totem on his left arm was almost dripping, and with a wild and unreasonable straight trajectory, he punched the wall of needles.

collapse!

collapse!

collapse!

The silver threads of the whisk, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, became incredibly fragile the moment they touched the Qilin Arm, crumbling inch by inch and scattering everywhere.

The fist slammed straight in, smashing into the breastplate.

Click.

There was absolutely no obstruction.

That supposedly indestructible low-grade spiritual weapon was instantly reduced to dust!

The force of the punch penetrates the body.

Li Cangtian's chest immediately collapsed, his clothes on his back ripped open, and a cloud of blood mist burst out.

It was as if he had been hit head-on by the front of a speeding high-speed train; the scream was stuck in his throat, and he was shot backward as a blur.

Rumble rumble rumble!

It crashed through three concrete overpass pillars in succession, and finally stopped its momentum after smashing through the bed of a heavy dump truck.

Quiet.

The entire room fell silent.

From the moment Zhou Ran threw his punch to the moment Li Cangtian embedded himself in the scrap metal, only a blink of an eye passed.

In the distance, the one-eyed commander of the Black Mamba mercenary group saw his cigar fall into the dust.

Is this Chinese Kung Fu?

This is fucking amazing, even more powerful than an S-class superhuman!

"Shit!"

Open fire!

Full coverage fire!!

The one-eyed man roared hysterically, his years of battlefield experience telling him that he must not let this monster get close.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

The twelve Stinger missiles ignited immediately, trailing gray-white flames, and sealed off all space around Zhou Ran in the shape of a Grim Reaper's scythe.

at the same time.

Twenty Gatling guns were preheated, their six barrels spinning wildly, unleashing a storm of metal that turned the area where Zhou Ran was located into a sea of ​​fire.

"Boss!"

I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

Bai Xuan gripped Zhou Ran's collarbone tightly, half of his body burrowing into her flesh, startling the mushroom cap so much that it crumbled.

"This is modern technology!"

This is no joke!

Even a Golden Core cultivator can't withstand an RPG!

Zhou Ran ignored him and simply stood before the sea of ​​fire.

The Zanpakuto fell to the ground, its blade slicing through the earth, sparks flying everywhere.

He raised his head, his purple-gold eyes reflecting the swarm of missiles hurtling towards him, remaining calm and composed.

There wasn't even a dodge maneuver.

He simply took a step forward.

"science and technology?"

Zhou Ran's face showed a mocking expression.

"Too slow."

Just as the first missile was less than three feet from the center of his forehead, the red light on the warhead's infrared sensor flashed.

Clang—!

A clear, resonant sword cry drowned out all the noise on the battlefield.

"My utmost gratitude, Heavenly Venerable One! This humble Taoist has arrived!"

Golden light suddenly burst forth from the sky.

That is not sunlight.

Instead, a golden innate Bagua diagram covering an area of ​​100 meters in radius pressed down from nowhere!

Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen; Xun, Li, Kun, Dui.

Eight large golden characters swirled endlessly, and a vast, righteous aura of Taoism forcefully erected an absolute defense in front of Zhou Ran.

Thump thump thump thump—!

Twelve missiles struck the golden barrier, exploding into clusters of dazzling orange-red fireballs.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, and shockwaves raged.

But that seemingly thin layer of golden light remained completely still!

As for the dense metal storm, after entering the Bagua diagram's range, it seemed to sink into a quagmire, losing all its kinetic energy, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

In mid-air, an old Taoist priest dressed in purple robes, holding a whisk, walked with lotus blossoms in his step.

Behind him were seven young Taoist priests, carrying long swords, forming the Big Dipper Formation, their sword energy soaring into the sky.

The visitor was none other than Zhang Xuansu from Longhu Mountain.

The old Taoist priest flicked his whisk, his posture otherworldly, yet his voice was full of energy, making the mercenaries' eardrums buzz.

"These barbarian bastards, carrying a few firewood sticks, dare to run wild on the territory of my Xia Kingdom?"

In the ruins.

Li Cangtian crawled out covered in blood, looking up at the figure in the air, his eyes bulging with anger.

Zhang Xuansu!

You old bastard!

Longhu Mountain has been closed for a century, and now they want to wade into these muddy waters?!

"If the road is uneven, someone will level it; if there are demons, someone will take care of them."

Zhang Xuansu landed without glancing at Li Cangtian, then turned and bowed deeply to Zhou Ran in an extremely humble manner.

"Young friend Zhou, I am late."

"Not too late, the timing was pretty good."

Zhou Ran glanced at the Bagua formation above his head and sneered.

"This turtle shell is nice; it's quite hard."

Zhang Xuansu shook his head with a wry smile, not annoyed.

His gaze shifted to the mercenary in the distance who was still changing his ammunition belt, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Young friend Zhou, just focus on slaying demons and monsters. Leave these gunpowder-playing henchmen to me."

Knowing he was no match for Li Cangtian, he turned his attention to the Black Mamba Legion.

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve, and seven swords shot out from behind him.

"Disciples, let them see what the methods of the Daoist sect are!"

"Remember, trust science; this is physical salvation!"

shhhhhh!

Seven flying swords transformed into streaks of light, rushing straight towards the mercenary position, instantly unleashing a bloody storm.

The well-trained mercenary group immediately raised their riot shields and engaged in combat with the flying swords.

The worries about the future have been resolved.

Zhou Ran looked back.

Those purple-gold demonic eyes were fixed on the dying Li Cangtian.

It was like a hunter locking onto a dying beast.

He was in a terrible state, his Taoist robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, and a large part of his chest had caved in.

But in his eyes, besides fear, there was more resentment and malice.

"good……

What a powerful physique!

Li Cangtian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned maliciously:

"I underestimated you. You're not a Qi Condensation stage cultivator at all; you're a body cultivator!"

"And this is an extremely rare case of a body cultivator specializing in external physical training!"

"Zhou Ran, you are indeed very strong."

"But you shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have, let your spiritual energy be depleted at this time!"

A sharp light shone brightly in Li Cangtian's cloudy old eyes.

He figured it out.

Although Zhou Ran's attacks were fierce, his breathing was extremely unstable.

That was weakness after forcibly overdrawing one's potential.

That punch, though powerful, clearly lacked staying power.

Otherwise, Li Cangtian would already be a corpse.

"Spiritual energy depleted?"

Zhou Ran stopped and tilted his head, as if listening to a joke.

"Why would I need spiritual power to kill you, you old dog?"

"This hand is enough for me."

He raised his left arm, his five fingers making a grasping motion.

The air was squeezed and popped between his fingers, producing a series of crackling sounds.

"Arrogant and ignorant!"

Li Cangtian roared and formed a strange hand seal with his hands.

"Today, I will show you the most treasured artifact of my Wuji Sect!"

Ring ring—

A crisp, melodious yet unsettling ringtone suddenly rang out.

Then, Li Cangtian spat out a copper bell the size of a thumb from his mouth.

The copper bell grew larger in the wind, instantly becoming the size of a washbasin, and hovered above his head.

The bell was covered with hideous ghost faces, surrounded by black mist and gusts of cold wind.

Soul-capturing bell!

This is an evil artifact that the successive leaders of the Wuji Sect have refined over hundreds of years!

Specializing in the soul!

Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would have their soul shattered and turn into a walking corpse upon hearing this bell.

"Kneel down before me!"

Li Cangtian spat a mouthful of blood onto the bell.