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

Three hundred meters underground in Beijing.

The stale smell, accumulated over hundreds of years, was extremely thick, and when inhaled, it carried a metallic, rotten meaty odor.

Dozens of bronze chains, as thick as bowls, protrude from the depths of the rock wall, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of red rust, like bloodthirsty snakes, tightly coiling around the dark, dry well in the center.

This is the place where the capital's fortunes converge—the Locking Dragon Well.

Above the wellhead, Song Wuji was curled up in the half-step void.

His current appearance is extremely horrifying; his entire body is covered in dried, old skin that has been drained of moisture and is loosely wrapped around his jagged skeleton.

With each breath, a few scattered bubbles could be heard from his parched throat.

"Soon..."

A withered, chicken-claw-shaped hand pressed against the edge of the well.

A pair of cloudy, yellowish eyes stared intently at the bottom of the well, flickering with a sinister red light.

The deaths of Song Ren and Li Cangtian are already an indisputable fact and are not a big deal.

Tonight, the last underground spy in Jiangcheng was removed, without any real impact.

Song Yunfei is dead, and Song Qingshu has long been mentally impaired, his soul incomplete, unable to support his late-stage Foundation Establishment soul.

Now, nothing else matters.

"Zhou Ran, Zhou Ran, if it weren't for you, why would I have taken such a risky move?"

People... are all forced into things!

Song Wuji muttered to himself into the empty, gloomy underground cavity, his voice extremely hoarse.

As long as that junior named Zhou Ran.

By stepping into the capital with the "perfect demonic body" he had longed for, he had already won half the game.

"The coffin I've prepared for you is enough to bury all your arrogance."

At this moment, a low, rumbling sound continuously emanated from the depths of the well.

That was the remnant dragon energy imprisoned by the evil formation, which was being forcibly stripped away by some malevolent force.

A wisp of pale golden mist seeped into Song Wuji's pores, and an unnatural flush appeared on his old face.

He was risking his life.

If you force your way into the forbidden area with this utterly corrupt body and win, you will be able to extend your life by sixty years; if you lose, you will be annihilated, body and soul.

……

Meanwhile, the vast sky stretches for thousands of meters.

The fierce aura swept across like flying knives, and the oxygen here was extremely thin.

Zhou Ran stepped on his Zanpakuto, his figure transforming into a dark purple meteor, ruthlessly slicing through the thick sea of ​​clouds, leaving a white trail across the sky behind him.

After entering the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, the purity of the demonic energy within his body underwent a fundamental change.

At this moment, there was no need to deliberately activate the secret technique; the surrounding wind and thunder spiritual energy spontaneously gathered and formed a streamlined protective shield around him.

"Although the speed is slow, it's effortless."

Zhou Ran stood with his hands behind his back on the tip of the knife, his hair flying wildly behind his head.

His pair of purple-gold demonic eyes swept swiftly through the layers of clouds, their gaze extremely penetrating.

At the edge of that line of sight, the entire ancient capital was shrouded in a dark, ominous haze.

"Hmph, a mere trick!"

His eyes were slightly cold, and his figure drew a right-angled line without warning as he moved at high speed.

Almost immediately after he dodged to the side, three dark blue trails of flame tore through the clouds behind him and hurtled towards him at lightning speed.

Those were three strange people wearing alloy wingsuits.

The edges of the wingsuit gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, and the red crosshairs on the helmet visor kept tracking Zhou Ran's figure.

"The target has disappeared?"

A terrified scream came through the communicator of a wingsuit ninja.

"Radar shows that the other party's speed has been maintained at Mach 1.2. This should be a passenger plane!"

"This is unbelievable!"

"Any unusual target that illegally enters the airspace above Beijing shall be killed on the spot!"

Even if it's a passenger plane, we must shoot it down!

Three high-power turbocharged engines are running at full capacity.

The three Jonin from the Black Dragon Society instantly pushed the flight power to its peak.

Their equipment was extremely expensive, each set integrating the most cutting-edge technology and forbidden techniques, and had been used to hunt down enormous sea monsters in the deep sea.

"Optical camouflage, activated!"

As the command was given, a layer of liquid metal film flowed across the surface of the wingsuit, completely deflecting and refracting sunlight and radar waves.

Under the surveillance of ordinary radar, the signals of these three people vanished into thin air.

But in Zhou Ran's demonic vision, this method of concealing one's aura seemed somewhat comical.

"A Frankenstein's monster of technology and ninjutsu?"

Zhou Ran steadied himself and hovered above the clouds.

He put his hands in his pockets, shook his head and smiled.

"Trying to play light tricks in front of my eyes? Are you guys even thinking about natto?"

In his field of vision, three dense clusters of killing intent were closing in in a triangular formation.

At the center of each wisp of breath, one can clearly see a beating heart and sophisticated electronic components.

A ninja used an invisibility armor to silently approach Zhou Ran from less than ten meters behind.

"What?! They're cultivators from the Xia Kingdom!"

He slowly drew a titanium alloy dagger coated with a neurotoxin and plunged it into Zhou Ran's back.

A piercing metallic scraping sound erupted instantly.

The ninja's eyes were filled with horror.

He felt as if his knife had not pierced flesh and blood, but rather struck a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite.

The fierce recoil shattered his tiger's mouth on the spot, and his entire right arm went numb and lost all feeling.

Zhou Ran slowly turned his head, his eyes revealing a cold indifference.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

He extended his left hand.

The once well-proportioned arm emitted a low, thunderous sound at that moment.

The sleeves couldn't withstand the violent force inside and instantly shattered into pieces.

The exposed skin was covered with dark, twisted Qilin patterns, each pattern exuding a chilling aura of power.

Black jade Qilin arm.

"I'll give you a chance. Put away this piece of scrap metal and let me see your sincerity in committing seppuku."

Zhou Ran's voice wasn't loud, but it caused a violent tremor in the minds of the three people.

"This is Zhou Ran!"

"Open fire at full power!"

The other two ninjas, seeing that their stealth attempt had failed, simply stopped trying to conceal themselves.

The shoulder bays of the wingsuit popped open, and two miniature missiles filled with thermite roared out.

The temperature of several thousand degrees is enough to melt most of the protective true qi.

Zhou Ran remained expressionless.

He didn't even flinch; he simply threw a punch calmly at the oncoming flames.

As the punch was thrown, a strange indentation appeared in the space in front of him.

The rapidly flowing air was instantly sucked away, creating an absolute vacuum.

Neither missile produced a spark when it touched the fist.

They were as if they were pressed into thin pancakes on the spot by a giant hydraulic press, and then vaporized and disappeared completely.

The force of the punch remained undiminished, sweeping directly across the chest of the ninja in front of him.

A fireball lit up the sky.

There were no scenes of blood and gore.

Under the crushing force of that terrifying power, the human body, along with the incredibly expensive wingsuit, was instantly shattered into the most primitive particles.

"N-Nani?"

The remaining two ninjas were terrified.

They have carried out countless international assassination missions, killing superhumans and mutated creatures.

But in front of Zhou Ran, they felt as if they were wielding wooden swords against a god they could not look directly at.

"withdraw!

go!

Report back to the president immediately: A peerless prodigy has emerged in China!