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

The river wind howled, carrying a hint of damp, fishy air, causing the roadside reeds to droop and bend.

A huge dump truck blocked the road, cutting off the way forward and cutting off any hope of survival.

The car headlights were a stark white, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Inside the Ferrari, Xiao Hongli's perpetually icy face was now completely drained of color.

She gripped her phone tightly; the "Xiao Family Security Department Emergency Hotline," which she had dialed countless times, stubbornly remained busy.

Unconvinced, she dialed her second uncle, Xiao Changfeng's, number again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy..."

The cold, mechanical female voice, like a needle, pierced her last illusion.

The phone slipped from my limp palm.

In that instant, Xiao Hongli understood.

This was not an accident, nor was it a revenge plot.

This is an inside job, a betrayal from within the family.

When her grandfather fell seriously ill, those elders who usually greeted her with smiles finally revealed their true colors.

Not only will they not save her, they are currently at some lavish party, raising their glasses to celebrate her death.

A bone-chilling cold rose from the depths of her heart, even surpassing the severity of her chronic illness.

Zhou Ran's expression remained unchanged.

He held Xiao Hongli's cold, trembling little hand; that warm touch was her only support at that moment.

"Don't waste your energy."

Xiao Hongli snapped back to her senses, her voice tinged with a resolute coldness born of despair.

"Zhou Ran, I'm going to crash the car into the river! Run away in the chaos!"

"I am the eldest daughter of the Xiao family. They won't dare kill me immediately; they'll only kidnap me. You still have a chance!"

"run?"

Zhou Ran smiled, a playful curve to his lips.

"Mr. Xiao, do you have some misunderstanding about me?"

He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Close the car windows."

"Don't let blood splatter on your car."

Xiao Hongli tried to reach out and pull him, but only grasped at thin air.

Zhou Ran took off his coat, leaving him in only a clean white shirt, which made his figure appear tall and slender under the streetlights.

Wang Guocheng stood in front of the car, his Tang suit fluttering in the wind.

"Kid, didn't expect that, did you? Karma comes so quickly."

Behind Wang Guocheng, eight black-clad swordsmen stood in a fan shape, their Tang swords reflecting a chilling glint under the lamplight.

Each person's breath was long and powerful, clearly indicating they were masters of internal strength.

But this is not all.

A black Maybach silently glided up to us, the window rolled down, revealing Song Yunfei's ferocious face covered in gauze.

"I admit you're skilled, but now, I'm going to cut your flesh off piece by piece."

Song Yunfei had a cigar dangling from his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light as he sized up Zhou Ran.

He got out of the car, followed by two middle-aged men dressed in Taoist robes.

The aura of these two was several times stronger than that of the eight swordsmen.

They moved silently, their eyes gleaming with sharp light, clearly two genuine masters of internal energy transformation!

This is the foundation of the Song family in the capital.

He could travel at will, with a grandmaster accompanying and protecting him.

"Young Master Song, this man not only killed Senior Brother Ghost Hand but also destroyed the Yin Gathering Formation. If we don't tear him to pieces today, we won't be able to quell our hatred!"

Wang Guocheng pointed at Zhou Ran, his voice filled with resentment.

Upon hearing this, Song Yunfei's facial muscles twitched slightly.

The Song family has a close relationship with the Wuji Sect. The Song family is secretly extending its reach into Jiangcheng, and they are counting on Ghost Hand.

Moreover, he was publicly humiliated by Zhou Ran at the auction, and he couldn't bear to let that go until tomorrow.

"Kid, kneel down and kowtow to me a hundred times, then send that bitch Xiao Hongli to my car, and I might consider leaving you with a whole corpse."

Song Yunfei threw away the cigar in his hand, forcefully crushed it out with his expensive leather shoes, and his eyes revealed a sense of triumphant satisfaction.

Zhou Ran rolled up his shirt sleeves and glanced at everyone present.

Finally, his gaze settled on Song Yunfei.

"Are these your last words?"

One sentence made the air instantly fall silent.

Madness!

ignorance!

This was the first thought that popped into everyone's mind.

Facing eight internal strength masters, Wang Guocheng, a quasi-grandmaster, plus the encirclement and suppression of two Wuji Sect Transformation Grandmasters, this kid still dares to spout nonsense.

The kingdom, enraged, laughed instead, and waved his hand.

"Charge him! Cut off his limbs, leave him barely alive. I'm going to turn him into a human pig, keep him in a jar, and drain his yang energy every day!"

"kill!"

Eight black-clad swordsmen let out a low growl, their blades flashing like snow, sealing off all of Zhou Ran's escape routes.

Xiao Hongli, inside the car, gasped and instinctively closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the carnage that was about to unfold.

However, the expected screams did not occur.

Zhou Ran stood still, without even moving a step.

No one saw how he made his move.

A blur flashed by.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The cracking sounds of bones breaking came in rapid succession, like firecrackers.

The swordsman at the forefront bent his wrist backward in an uncanny way, and the Tang sword slipped from his hand, only to be caught by Zhou Ran's hand.

next second.

A cold glint suddenly appeared.

Zhou Ran held a Tang sword and casually swung it horizontally.

This strike had no fancy techniques, only extreme speed and power.

The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, like blooming spider lilies.

The knife-wielder didn't even have time to scream before a thin line of red blood appeared on his throat, and he fell straight backward.

Zhou Ran's figure darted into the crowd like a ghost.

Each swing of the knife carries a freehand rhythm.

A flash of light, and then an arm shot into the sky.

With a swift turn of the blade, a fine head rolled to the ground.

In just ten seconds.

All eight masters of internal energy were wiped out.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood pooling into streams that meandered through the cracks in the asphalt road, instantly filling the air with a strong stench of blood.

Zhou Ran casually tossed away the dulled Tang sword; his white shirt remained spotless.

Stimulated by the blood, the Yin-Yang Technique within his body began to operate uncontrollably, causing him to become like a madman.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the pile of corpses on the ground, and looked at Song Yunfei and Wang Guocheng not far away.

"Next."

The night wind picked up.

The stench of blood in the air was so strong it was nauseating.

The sinister smile on Song Yunfei's lips froze on his face, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Each of the eight masters of internal strength would be a formidable figure capable of standing alone in Jiangcheng.

But now, it's only been ten seconds.

Like harvested wheat, they lay scattered on the ground, leaving not even a complete corpse.

"This...how is this possible..."

Song Yunfei subconsciously took two steps back until his back hit the cold car body, barely managing to stop himself.

Wang Guocheng's face was extremely ugly.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The speed and power that Zhou Ran just displayed are definitely not something that ordinary martial artists can possess.

That ruthlessness and decisiveness can only be possessed by those who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"My two senior uncles, this kid is a bit strange. I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to take action."