Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

Wu Fan coldly looked at the young man who was groveling for survival and said indifferently:

"I didn't intend to kill mortals like ants."

But you disgust me.

After speaking, Wu Fan slowly raised his right hand and pointed out with one finger.

hum!

A wisp of golden-white spiritual fire flashed through the void and disappeared without warning into Zhao Xingye's brow.

"No!!"

Zhao Xingye's terrified screams came to an abrupt halt.

Then he let out a painful scream that sounded like he was being burned alive.

Under Wu Fan's control, the golden-white spiritual fire did not burn Zhao Xingye's body, but instead directly attached itself to his soul.

This kind of pain, which directly affects the soul, is a hundred or a thousand times more painful than the burning of the body!

Even if the body faints from the excruciating pain, the burning sensation deep within the soul will not cease, it will not end until death.

Moreover, Wu Fan deliberately suppressed the power of the spiritual fire, causing it to slowly devour him like a bone-deep infection.

This extreme pain will last for several days, until Zhao Xingye is completely annihilated by the endless torment.

"Aa ...

Zhao Xingye rolled wildly on the ground, scratching his face and body frantically, leaving countless bloody scratches in an instant. But no matter how much he struggled, the pain from the depths of his soul could not be lessened in the slightest.

Wu Fan stopped looking at Zhao Xingye.

"elder brother……"

Wu Xi stood aside, frowning as she watched Zhao Xingye writhing on the ground in pain and screaming, a trace of lingering fear in her eyes.

Wu Fan smiled gently, walked over, and gently took her cold little hand in his.

"It's alright, Xiaoxi, let's go home."

Wu Xi pointed to Zhao Xingye on the ground: "Then what about him...?"

Wu Fan gently ruffled her hair, his eyes tender: "It's alright, I just gave him a simple punishment. He won't bother us again. Let's go."

"Okay, sure." Wu Xi nodded understandingly and didn't ask any more questions.

Everything that happened tonight, especially the terrifying methods her brother displayed, shocked her so much that she couldn't calm down for a long time.

......

Wu Fan pulled Wu Xi out of the mall's underground parking garage.

Stepping onto the ground, a cool night breeze blew by, clearing Wu Xi's mind, which had been somewhat confused by the fright.

Then, she saw Li Jing sitting on a seat under the IFC Mall, lost in thought. Her usually bright eyes were now staring straight at the ground, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Wu Xi jogged over, bent down, and asked with concern, "Sister Li Jing, are you alright? Were you scared just now?"

Li Jing was pulled back to her senses by the call, looked up and saw Wu Xi's worried face, and forced a smile:

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm the eldest daughter of the Li family, I've seen all kinds of things. It's just that the blood all over the place just now made me a little nauseous."

She said she was fine, but her eyes secretly glanced at Wu Fan, who was standing not far away.

Li Jing withdrew her gaze, gently patted Wu Xi's hand, and spoke with a more serious tone:

"Xiaoxi, you and your brother should go home early. I'll go back after my family arrives. Don't worry about tonight, just get some sleep."

Wu Xi nodded: "Okay, Sister Li Jing, please be careful."

After saying that, she walked towards Wu Fan.

Wu Fan didn't say much, and turned to disappear into the night with his sister.

He didn't look back at Li Jing even once throughout the entire process.

Li Jing sighed deeply, hugged her legs and sat on the bench, her big eyes staring straight ahead.

Her mind was a jumbled mess, one moment it was Wu Fan descending from the sky, the next it was the image of him casually crushing Tie Ying to death, and then it was that faded blue school uniform...

"Li Jing, oh Li Jing."

She murmured to herself, rubbing the tip of her nose with her fingertip.

"Your dad was hoping you could 'climb the social ladder', but they don't even consider you a priority."

A few minutes after Wu Fan and Wu Xi left, several black minivans screeched to a halt in front of the IFC Mall.

The car door swung open with a bang, and Li Tiancheng and his son Li Wen rushed out with a large group of Li family elites.

Seeing his daughter sitting on the bench, Li Tiancheng rushed over, calling out, "Xiaojing! Are you alright?!"

Li Jing came to her senses and stood up: "Dad, I'm fine, and Xiao Xi is fine too. It's just that senior who arrived in time."

Li Tiancheng and Li Wen exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with lingering fear and relief.

"Come on, take us to see the scene," Li Tiancheng said in a deep voice.

Li Jing nodded and led her family, talking as they walked, until they reached the second basement level parking garage.

When they saw the blood-soaked ground, the headless corpse, and Zhao Xingye lying on the ground convulsing, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The Li family's elite guards stood at the door, none of them daring to step inside.

Several of the younger bodyguards turned pale and felt a wave of nausea wash over them.

Li Wenqiang suppressed the shock in his heart and quickly scanned the scene.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said in a low voice:

"Dad, the senior's methods are even more terrifying than we imagined."

Li Tiancheng was silent for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh: "Clean it up. Be quick, don't leave any traces."

The Li family's elite troops then seemed to wake from their daze and began to take action.

Clean up the bloodstains, move the body, and deal with the remaining surveillance footage in the garage.

The movements were clean and efficient, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

In the end, only two things remained in the garage: Tie Ying's headless corpse and Zhao Xingye, who was twitching on the ground, his consciousness blurred but not yet dead.

Li Tiancheng frowned as he looked at the Zhao family's eldest son, who had once run rampant in the city, lying on the ground: "Should we keep Zhao Xingye or not?"

Li Wen stepped forward, his gaze falling on Zhao Xingye's half-dead body, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"Dad, I have a suggestion."

Li Tiancheng looked at his son and said, "Speak."

Li Wen lowered his voice and spoke at a measured pace: "First thing tomorrow morning, send someone to retrieve Tie Ying's body and Zhao Xingye himself."

It was delivered unopened to the door of the Zhao family's old house.

However, not a single word can be used to refer to one's seniority.

Li Tiancheng raised an eyebrow: "In the name of the Li family?"

"Yes." A sharp glint flashed in Li Wen's eyes.

"Dad, think about it. Zhao Xingye has offended a senior, so he's practically a dead man now."

However, the Zhao family was unaware of the existence of their predecessor.

We sent people and corpses there, and what they saw was:

Our Li family killed their people and crippled their eldest son.

The Zhao family didn't know their predecessors, so in their eyes, this meant the Li family was declaring war.

He paused, then continued:

"But in reality, we were leveraging the influence of our predecessors."

If the Zhao family dares to retaliate, they will be helping their predecessor clean up the mess, and the predecessor will naturally take action.

If the Zhao family doesn't dare to retaliate, their prestige in the city will completely collapse.

At that time, our Li family will seize the opportunity to take over the Zhao family's territory and businesses, which will be perfectly legitimate.

Li Wen pushed up his glasses and said, word by word, "It can please the seniors, avenge the Zhao family, and strengthen the Li family's power in the city—a triple win."

After listening, Li Tiancheng remained silent for a long time.

He looked at his eldest son, a relieved smile on his face, and patted Li Wen on the shoulder:

"Wen'er, you've grown up."

Li Wen's lips curled up slightly.

His eyes flashed with ambition to annex the Zhao family.