Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

"bite"

The elevator doors slid open slowly on the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, five or six bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing headsets rushed toward the elevator.

They had apparently received an alarm downstairs and were preparing to go down and provide assistance.

When the bodyguard in the lead saw Wu Fan walk out of the elevator, he was stunned.

"That's him!"

"That troublemaker in the surveillance footage!"

"Grab him!"

Without any unnecessary words, the bodyguards' faces hardened, and they instantly drew batons from their waists, smashing them down on Wu Fan!

A hint of impatience flashed in Wu Fan's eyes.

"It's so annoying to have a bunch of ants buzzing around me."

Wu Fan didn't even raise his hand; he just snorted coldly, and his spiritual power trembled slightly.

In an instant, a terrifying aura of spiritual energy erupted from him like a raging torrent!

"boom!"

A heavy, mountain-like pressure descended from nowhere!

"what!"

"Pfft!"

The bodyguards at the forefront didn't even touch Wu Fan's clothes before feeling an irresistible force pressing down on them like an overwhelming wave.

With a series of cracking sounds, their legs buckled instantly, and they slammed heavily onto the floor like flies that had been swatted.

"Snap! Snap!"

The wooden floorboards beneath the carpet were cracked layer by layer. Several bodyguards had their faces contorted, spitting out blood. They didn't even have time to scream before they passed out.

Wu Fan stepped over the group of bodyguards who were slumped on the ground.

With his current strength at the peak of the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, if he wanted to kill these people, he could turn them into blood mist with just a thought.

But Wu Fan was not a man who killed indiscriminately; these people were just ordinary bodyguards who were paid to do their jobs, and their crimes did not warrant death.

However, before he could take two steps, a shout came from deep in the corridor.

"What's going on here? All this noise! ​​If you disturb Young Master Li's rest, do you bunch of good-for-nothings think you can take responsibility?!"

Wu Fan looked ahead in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in a Tang suit with a ruddy complexion walking out with his hands behind his back.

Although the old man was nearly ninety years old, he walked with a steady gait and exuded an extraordinary aura.

He was Zheng Tianming, the bodyguard who had been by Li Gou's side all night.

When he saw the bodyguards lying haphazardly on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed instantly, and he stared warily at Wu Fan, who was walking slowly towards him.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble at the Wanjing Casino?"

While questioning Wu Fan, Zheng Tianming secretly circulated his internal energy, trying to sense the fluctuations in Wu Fan's aura.

However, in his perception, the young man in front of him was completely empty-handed. Not only was there no fluctuation of internal energy, but the speed of blood and qi flow was no different from that of an ordinary person.

"No internal energy?"

Zheng Tianming was slightly taken aback. His tense body relaxed instantly, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

In his view, the only strong people in this world are martial artists.

Since this kid doesn't have the internal energy fluctuations of a martial artist, he's at most just an ordinary person with superhuman strength or who has learned a few years of secular fighting techniques.

Ordinary people are nothing more than ants that can be crushed at will in front of martial artists.

"I thought some important figure had arrived, but it turns out to be just a greenhorn who hasn't even developed internal strength yet."

Zheng Tianming stood with his hands behind his back, a haughty arrogance on his face, and sneered:

"Young man, you have quite the nerve to cause trouble here!"

"Don't think you're invincible just because you know a little kung fu."

"An ordinary person like you is nothing but an ant in front of a Xuan-level martial artist like me!"

"Offend me, and the consequence is death."

At this point, Zheng Tianming's eyes sharpened, and he said:

"Considering how hard you've worked to master martial arts, I'll give you a chance. Be sensible, obediently cut off your own arms, kneel down and beg me, and I might take pity on you and leave you with a whole corpse."

Wu Fan looked at the old man spouting nonsense in front of him and his lips twitched.

"Fuck you! I'm in a hurry, stop talking nonsense!"

Wu Fan didn't even bother to look at him again, his figure instantly turning into a blurry afterimage.

"What?!"

Zheng Tianming felt a blur before his eyes, and a violent gust of wind that made him suffocate rushed towards him!

How could it be so fast?!

The thought had barely crossed Zheng Tianming's mind when a slap rapidly enlarged in his line of sight.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the corridor.

Followed by.

"boom!"

With Wu Fan's slap, Zheng Tianming, a dignified Xuan-level martial artist, was sent flying.

His body slammed violently against the wall beside him, and with a loud crash, the entire thick wall collapsed instantly, leaving a large, human-shaped hole and kicking up clouds of dust.

Wu Fan clapped his hands, his figure blurred, and in a flash, he passed through the hole in the wall and entered the luxurious room behind the wall.

This is an extremely luxurious bedroom.

At this moment, on the large bed, two beautiful, naked women were huddled under the covers, trembling and screaming in terror.

Li Gou sat naked on the edge of the bed, holding a lit cigar in his hand, frozen in place like a clay sculpture.

His gaze was fixed blankly on Zheng Tianming, who lay on the floor, covered in blood, convulsing like a dead dog.

She glanced at Wu Fan standing amidst the dust and ruins, then dropped the cigar from her mouth onto the bedsheet with a "thud," burning a hole in it.

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

Li Gou found it hard to believe.

Uncle Zheng is a Xuan-level martial artist!

Those are extraordinary humans who can tear tigers and leopards apart and dodge bullets!

With the support of the Li family, Uncle Zheng was practically untouchable in the city!

But now, someone has slapped through the wall like a fly, leaving him dead or alive.

Wu Fan ignored Li Gou's shock.

His gaze fell on Zheng Tianming on the ground, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Oh? He's still alive?"

Although he only used less than one percent of his strength, in theory, the physical body of an ordinary person should be absolutely unable to withstand an attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"A Xuan-level martial artist, not bad at all."

Wu Fan muttered to himself.

He slowly walked to the side of the dying Zheng Tianming and looked down at him.

At this moment, most of Zheng Tianming's bones were broken, his internal organs were ruptured, blood kept gushing from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Only at this moment did he realize what a terrifying being he had provoked.

What ordinary person without internal energy? This is simply a god or demon walking among humans!

Wu Fan slowly extended a palm and placed it on Zheng Tianming's head.

"Soul Searching Technique".

He uttered three words softly.

He needed to quickly understand the level of martial arts combat power in this Dharma-ending Age, and soul searching was the most direct and quickest method.

The moment Wu Fan's palm touched Zheng Tianming's head, a violent surge of divine power forcefully and brutally forced its way into the latter's mind.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Zheng Tianming's body convulsed violently, and his eyes rolled upwards, revealing large areas of white.

In the agony of his soul being torn apart, he mustered his last strength to utter a desperate plea:

"Senior...spare...spare my life..."

However, Wu Fan remained calm and unmoved.

A few seconds later, Zheng Tianming's body went limp and he lost all life.

Wu Fan closed his eyes and began to quickly sort through the fragments of memory extracted from Zheng Tianming's mind.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

"I see."

Through soul searching, he finally learned about the martial arts realm divisions of this era.

In this era, there are no cultivators, only martial artists.

The realms of martial artists are simply and crudely divided into four major realms: "Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow," and each realm is further divided into three periods: early, middle, and late.

Above the heavens are martial arts grandmasters, great grandmasters, and the legendary supreme realm that requires passing through a tribulation of lightning.

The first step in martial arts training is to cultivate "internal strength" within the body through some rudimentary techniques.

"Internal strength"

Wu Fan pondered the word carefully and found it somewhat amusing.

In the eyes of this Celestial Emperor, the so-called "internal strength" is nothing more than martial artists using those rudimentary techniques to absorb the pitifully thin spiritual energy in the air into their bodies to strengthen their physical bodies and meridians.

The more spiritual energy one inhales, the stronger one's physical body becomes, and the more condensed the spiritual energy in one's meridians becomes, thus manifesting different realms.

But this is worlds apart from true cultivation of immortality.

"One uses dry wood to start a fire, and the other uses hydrogen nuclear fusion; they are not even in the same dimension."

Wu Fan shook his head inwardly.

In his eyes, so-called martial arts masters were nothing more than mortals who had embarked on a flawed and backward path of evolution.

"Who...who are you?!"

Just then, a question filled with fear interrupted Wu Fan's thoughts.

Li Gou, lying on the bed, gripped the blanket tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

This morning, at Wu Xi's insistence, Wu Fan not only cut his hair short, but also changed into a well-fitting and handsome black trench coat.

Compared to the image of him with long hair and wearing strange ancient costume in last night's surveillance video, he is completely different.

Therefore, Li Gou did not recognize at first that the killing god in front of him was the same person from the police station yesterday.

"What did you do to Uncle Zheng? Did you kill him?!"

Li Gou looked at Zheng Tianming, who was now motionless on the ground, his voice trembling with fear.

Wu Fan turned his head, said nothing, and slowly walked towards him.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Li Gou was so frightened that he shrank back and almost fell off the other side of the bed.

Fear fueled his ingrained arrogance, and as he retreated, he roared, his voice a mixture of bravado and cowardice:

"I'm warning you! I've already called my dad!"

"My dad already knows what happened here, and he'll be bringing even more powerful martial artists from the Li family!"

"Our Li family is a powerful and prestigious clan in the city, with a Earth-level martial artist in our family! Do you understand what an Earth-level martial artist is? A peerless expert who can shatter reinforced concrete with a single punch!"

Li Gou pointed at Wu Fan, his face contorted as he roared:

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow to me now to admit your mistake. Otherwise, when my father arrives with his men, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"