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

10,000 meters above the ground.

In the depressurized cabin, a fierce wind rushed in, chilling to the bone.

Zhou Ran sat on the leather chair next to Song Tiancheng, with his legs crossed.

The cigarette butt between my fingers burned steadily in the gale.

Exuding elegance.

"you……"

Song Tiancheng managed to squeeze out a few words, his face filled with horror.

"Are you human... or a demon...?"

His vocal cords were torn from the immense fear.

He was clutching a broken glass in his hand, the sharp glass piercing his palm, but he was completely unaware.

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He simply stretched out his left hand, fingers spread, and gently grasped the armrest of the seat.

Click...sizzle...

The hard alloy armrest dented under his palm, leaving a clear five-finger-deep indentation.

The molecular structure of the metal was violently crushed, and a few sparks that flew out illuminated Zhou Ran's emotionless purple-gold pupils.

"Soul-Suppressing Nails".

Zhou Ran spoke, and his voice exploded in Song Tiancheng's mind.

"Where?"

Song Tiancheng shuddered and shook his head frantically, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the safe embedded in the fuselage behind him.

"No...not on the plane!"

His lips trembled, and he could barely speak.

"Our ancestor said that it was the lifeblood of the Song family..."

You can't bring...

"Absolutely cannot take it away..."

Zhou Ran's gaze slowly swept across the cabin.

Under the observation of the Purple-Gold Demon Eye, the secrets of the aircraft's entire structure were revealed.

The outer casing, wiring, interlayer, and hidden compartments all became transparent lines in his eyes.

It really doesn't.

The source of the Yin Sha Dragon Qi that resonated with his Qilin Arm was firmly locked in the underground of the Song family's ancestral home in the capital.

"Specific location."

Zhou Ran reached out, his five fingers gripping Song Tiancheng's neck like eagle claws, and lifted him off his seat with one hand.

"Uh... Hehe..."

Song Tiancheng's feet left the ground, and the feeling of suffocation made his face turn a deep liver color.

He frantically grabbed Zhou Ran's arm with both hands, but the arm was as hard as steel, and no matter how hard he grabbed it, he couldn't leave a mark.

"Underground... in the stone chamber where our ancestor... was in seclusion..."

Faced with death, he dared not hide anything any longer and roared with his last bit of strength.

"There...is a fragment of a dragon vein bone...and the nail...is right at the center of the formation!"

The answer was obtained.

The purple light in Zhou Ran's eyes brightened, and his fingers began to tighten.

"etc!"

Song Tiancheng sensed his impending doom, and his survival instincts caused him to let out a scream.

You can't kill me!

My father is a big shot in the Black Dragon Society!

If you mess with me, the entire cultivation world of this island nation will not let you off!

He will make you…

Zhou Ran had no interest in listening to the nonsense of a dead man.

Click.

A slight, crisp sound.

Song Tiancheng's neck bone was crushed at the third segment, and his head was tilted at a strange angle.

Those calculating eyes had completely lost their sparkle.

Zhou Ran flicked his arm and threw the still-warm corpse into the howling wind outside the window.

The body was instantly swallowed by darkness and disappeared.

At this moment, the Gulfstream business jet had completely lost control, trailing a long plume of black smoke as it plunged headlong into the unfathomable sea of ​​clouds below.

Zhou Ran glanced at the cockpit, where the crew had long since been turned into mincemeat in the depressurization and tumbling.

Those who aid and abet evil do not deserve sympathy.

"Go to the Song family."

"Here I am, boss!"

Bai Xuan peeked his little head out from Zhou Ran's collar, his beady green eyes full of excitement.

"Bungee jumping from a high altitude, how thrilling!"

Zhou Ran leaped out of the cabin.

Less than a second after he jumped, the plane's fuel tank was ignited by a massive fire, exploding into a huge fireball in mid-air.

Zhou Ran, on the other hand, transformed into a dark purple streak of light, tearing through the clouds and heading straight for the horizon of the capital at supersonic speed.

That night, an air defense radar in the eastern suburbs of Beijing detected an unusual signal.

With a speed exceeding 10,000 km/h and a bizarre trajectory, it was classified as top secret and codenamed "God's Descent".

……

It's almost dawn.

Zhou Ran appeared in front of the Song family's ancestral home.

The once bustling Song Mansion is now as quiet as a graveyard, filled with the smell of rotting leaves and the anxiety of the people.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; the entire Song family's home is deserted.

Only the delirious Song Qingshu, shirtless, was catching butterflies in the back garden.

Zhou Ran walked past him without even glancing at him.

He walked directly to the artificial hill in the backyard, which was made of Taihu stones.

Without any further movement, Zhou Ran raised his left arm.

The black scales covered with dark red patterns tightened instantly, and the Qilin Arm, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, unleashed a punch.

boom!!!

The entire artificial hill looked as if it had been blasted open by explosives, with rubble flying everywhere.

A dark underground entrance was revealed.

As you walk down the stone steps, a thick, lingering stench of blood and a sinister aura assault your senses.

In the center of the stone chamber, a two-foot-long bone was quietly suspended in the air.

Its entire body is like white jade, crystal clear, with a faint light flowing inside, yet it exudes a huge and desolate pressure.

Dragon vein shattered!

Around this section of dragon bone are 108 dark gold nails.

Piercing into the void from all directions, it formed a giant cage, frantically sucking the last breath from the dragon bones.

Each nail was engraved with countless runes, as dense as ants.

"What a magnificent Dragon-Locking Formation!"

Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed.

"Boss, the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Numbers!"

I'm confident I can use these things to suppress the demonic cultivation inheritance within the boss's body!

A glint of greed flashed in Bai Xuan's small, beady eyes.

Then he patted his chest and assured Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran gave him a look that said, "I don't believe you for a second."

This little bastard is probably trying to possess me again.

He opened his palm.

receive--!

An invisible suction force erupted from his palm.

The 108 Soul-Suppressing Nails sensed Zhou Ran's power and emitted a buzzing sound.

Then they transformed into streaks of light and flew into his sleeves.

With the suppression gone, the shattered bone of the dragon vein let out a long, mournful cry.

The light faded, and it weathered away inch by inch, turning into a handful of crystalline powder that disappeared into the air.

The fortunes of the Song family in the capital have come to an end, completely severed.

In a hidden compartment of the stone chamber, Zhou Ran also found a dark purple token shaped like a dragon and tiger, as well as several spiritless soul masters locked in specially made iron cages.

"Don't kill us!"

"It's all Song Wuji's fault. If you're looking for someone, look for Song Wuji. We're just trying to save his life."

Zhou Ran looked at the few remnants of the Wuji Sect who were kowtowing repeatedly.

He didn't ask any questions.

He simply threw the paper figure from his pocket onto the ground.

"Find out how to use the Soul Nail, and be careful with your hands and feet."

After saying this, Zhou Ran disappeared from the spot.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling scream echoed from the sealed room.

Apart from the Mountain Master's token, the Song family's treasure vault contained only antiques and calligraphy.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat; once Qin San arrives, it could fetch several hundred million.

He stood in the sunlight, holding a soul-suppressing nail between his fingers, feeling the power within it to suppress the soul.

One hundred and eight.

The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Numbers.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the old ghost who has been asleep for a long time is about to awaken.

He dared not believe Bai Xuan's methods.

What he wanted was to completely suppress Ye Futian's remnant soul.