While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

"Who did the bad thing?"

"Who else could it be? It's Zi, of course. I don't know how she ended up falling into the beast pit first."

Qin Xiangyu was very annoyed; she shouldn't have let her get close to Yang Ding in the first place.

"Is Yang Ding still alive? Will the Imperial Guards intervene?"

"I don't know. The light is too dim and it's very chaotic. There must be thousands of parasites. I can't see them at all from outside."

"You can take action, but the Dragon Guards haven't come out yet, and you mustn't reveal your identity. The position of Director of the Imperial Maternity and Child Welfare Hospital is very important, as it controls the families and children of the soldiers in the Northern Border."

"Elder sister, when are you coming? How can I possibly be a match for two Imperial Guards by myself?"

"Just figure out who he is. Is he that counselor named Zhang Peng? He has a wife and children. We'll deal with him later. I have more important things to do."

"What could be more important than this?"

"It determines whether we can be on equal footing with the children of the first wife."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Xiangyu walked into the lobby and saw that Zhao Zekai had been almost drunk by Sun Li and his teammates. Worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it later, she went over and whispered a reminder: "Men shouldn't overindulge in alcohol."

Zhou Ruoxi didn't drink any alcohol, only the hot water she brought herself, and no one dared to bother her.

Zhao Zekai understood Qin Xiangyu's meaning. "Is the room ready?"

"It's all taken care of; it's so dry you can't stand it."

"Then I'll pretend to go to the bathroom first, and you can lure her over. This time I'm going to use force."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Zhao Zekai, eager to get started, went to the specially prepared room.

Qin Xiangyu glanced at Zhou Ruoxi and hurriedly went back to her room to change her clothes.

"You guys enjoy your drinks, I'm leaving now."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Zhou Ruoxi quickly grabbed her handbag and hurried away from the club.

Zhao Zekai lay on the two-meter-wide bed and began to imagine Zhou Ruoxi's obedience and docility after being conquered.

He'd had this idea for a full ten years; how could he not be excited?

"Once a year, tonight it has to be ten times."

"My cousin, my goddess, let's see if you dare to look down on me again."

Just then, the bed suddenly plummeted, free-falling and crashing heavily onto several parasitic beasts from a height of thirty meters.

The parasites were completely bewildered. How did another guy suddenly appear?

Someone actually used a bed as a weapon.

Even more bewildered than the parasite was Zhao Zekai, who was drunk. He wasn't carrying any weapons, his belt was undone, and his head was spinning. "You're going to do this to me?"

Where is my cousin?

He rolled over and got up, his pants slipped down, revealing him in his underwear, and began to attack wildly with his bare fists.

With his cultivation at the middle level of the fourth rank, he could easily deal with the earth and wood type parasitic beasts, but the metal and fire types, who attacked from all directions with various red-hot iron weapons, were somewhat difficult to defend against.

Team battles among superpowered individuals are not about rigid routines or specific moves; tactics and teamwork are crucial.

Metal-type ability users will restrain their opponents' weapons, while other ability users will be responsible for the attack, with hidden weapons appearing from anywhere.

Knowing that martial artists have enhanced muscles and bones, these guys used high-temperature flames to target vulnerable areas such as the ears, eyes, and lower body.

Without solid training in defensive techniques like the Sweeping Sword Style and the Shaking Spear Style, it's only a matter of time before you get hit by high-frequency, high-density attacks.

Suddenly, Zhao Zekai screamed in agony as a red-hot steel bar was thrust into his buttocks.

Despite the small bruise on Huang Agui's groin, he remained formidable. Even with the leader and the Jin faction restraining him, he still managed to kill two hundred parasitic beasts.

With his brother's support, Huang Aqing's black gold dart regained its freedom and killed seventy or eighty of them.

"Who's yelling like that? Is it Yang Ding?" Huang Agui shouted.

He wanted to personally smash Yang Ding, that scoundrel.

The scene was too chaotic; apart from fireballs, fire blades, and fire shields, there was absolutely no lighting.

"Brother Gui, it's me, Zhao Zekai, my fart, my fart..."

"Holy crap, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know either, my fart hurts so much, come save me!"

Huang Agui quickly spotted Zhao Zekai; the steel bars, writhing with flames, were truly eye-catching.

Hearing his voice from outside, Zou Xiaoren immediately reported to his elder sister.

"What's Zhao Zekai doing here?"

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Xiangyu had just finished applying the same perfume as Zhou Ruoxi and was preparing to go to the secret room for a marriage ceremony.

"Zhao Zekai, that's Old Master Zhao's precious grandson."

Qin Xiangyu rushed into the secret room and saw that even the bed was gone. She immediately understood.

"He must have been attacked by a space-type parasite. Save his life, act quickly."

"it is good."

The Imperial Guards did not make a move, and Zou Xiaoren did not want to easily reveal his identity, so he could only shout in a high-pitched voice, "A-Gui, I'm going to make my move."

"it is good."

Huang Agui threw Zhao Zekai out of the window, while Huang Aqing carried the seriously injured Huang Bingbing and fled.

Nearly half of the parasites were killed or wounded; four or five hundred had died. They were in a killing frenzy.

"Don't let them escape, kill them all!" the leader shouted.

At that moment, the entire auditorium collapsed, burying all the parasites.

The earth-type parasitic beasts still wanted to resist, but the battle just now had exhausted too much of their mental energy, and they were now being completely suppressed by the well-rested S-rank Zou Xiaoren.

Even the leader of the parasites was so crushed that he couldn't get up.

Following Yang Ding's instructions, Hu Feng fled as soon as the melee began.

He never participated in the siege; otherwise, Huang Aqing would have been burned to death long ago.

Zhang Peng was pulled into the void by Yang Ding and landed in the huge cave where the Ghost Queen was born.

Ye Rou and Fang Jing, who were holding the Soul-Severing Spear, were also present at the scene.

While others were in a frenzy of fighting, the mastermind Yang Ding not only brought Zhao Zekai in first to rescue Zhou Ruoxi, but also took some time to call his two wives over to help.

"Zhang, you've been keeping it well hidden," Ye Rou said with a smile.

Zhang Peng dropped the pretense and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Make money, and kill all the parasites that fell down."

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he and Fang Jing worked together to open a 360-square-meter void gate in the sky above the cave.

The Void Gate's connection point was beneath the ruins of the auditorium. Immediately, parasitic beasts fell like rain; some were dead, some were half-dead, and some were still fighting.

"Kill them all, dead or alive!"

Ye Rou gave a strong shake, and the Soul-Severing Spear bounced away with a "click-click-click".

There were too many this time, so in order to increase the coverage area, the gun barrel was made to be three meters long, somewhat like a human's six-section spear.

She hurled herself into the air, killing ten parasitic beasts in a row.

Ye Rou leaped up, grabbed the gun handle, pulled it out, and spun it 360 degrees, making the blood-stained gun look brand new.

Using her length advantage, she used a rapid-fire technique to snipe the falling parasites, quickly blowing off dozens of their heads.

Zhang Peng roughly understood that killing everyone, dead or alive, would be the only way to avoid picking and choosing. The fallen parasitic beast was under enough pressure from Zou Xiaoren and had no ability to resist for the time being.

Those with superpowers who are powerless to resist are no different from ordinary people; it's as easy as killing a chicken.

He gripped his short sword and unleashed three bursts of seventh-grade true energy, cleaving the hundreds of parasitic beasts that were falling in two.

This includes the parasitic beast leader who loves reading and singing and is passionate about human brainwashing culture.

Yang Ding wasn't idle either; he wildly wielded his sword, sweeping through the forest, his sword energy already covering a distance of five meters.

"Kid, you're pretty good. No wonder you learned these moves from me."

Zhang Peng was very pleased with himself.

Without his guidance, could "Sweeping Sword Wind Through the Forest" have produced such sword energy so quickly?

Zou Xiaoren, who was suppressing the parasites, soon realized something was wrong. Why weren't these creatures struggling anymore?