Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

Ah Biao snorted coldly, and the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch under the infusion of his internal energy. He charged towards Wu Fan like a cannonball.

The onlookers immediately erupted in gasps of surprise.

"hiss"!

"This Ah Biao truly lives up to his reputation as a peak Xuan-level martial artist."

"The power of that punch could probably send a tank flying!"

"That's not all! I heard that he once single-handedly fought three martial artists of the same level in the provincial capital, crippling them all with his iron fists!"

"That kid is too arrogant. He doesn't even bother with a defensive stance. He really doesn't know his own limitations!"

Hearing the praise around him, Ah Biao's blood and energy surged even more, and his confidence swelled to its peak.

His fist was less than an inch away from Wu Fan's face, and the violent wind from the punch even blew up the stray hairs on Wu Fan's forehead.

However, facing the full-force attack of a peak Xuan-level martial artist, Wu Fan merely glanced coldly at A Biao.

Suddenly, Ah Biao felt a suffocating pressure descend from the sky, and his body, which was rushing forward at high speed in mid-air, suddenly stopped.

The feeling was as if I had been gripped by an invisible hand and frozen in mid-air.

"Click...click..."

Immediately afterwards, a series of sounds of bones cracking came from Ah Biao's body.

"Aaaaaaah...ah...ah ah ah!"

Ah Biao let out a series of piercing screams, then flew backward and crashed heavily into the wall behind him.

Blood dripped slowly down the cracked wall. His chest cavity had completely collapsed, his pupils were dilated, and he was no longer breathing.

The hall fell silent.

Several young masters from the provincial capital who had originally been shouting along with Zhou Yuan were now ashen-faced and trembling with fear.

Zhou Yuan, the instigator, collapsed to the ground when his legs gave way.

Wu Fan remained calm as he slowly walked to the limp Zhou Yuan and looked down at him.

"You just said you wanted me to kneel down, kowtow, and crawl out of here, right?!"

"No! No! I was just kidding!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I must have been blind!"

"You and Miss Li Jing are a perfect match, a match made in heaven."

"It's my fault! I was so nosy!"

Zhou Yuan's face was as white as paper. He spoke incoherently, not daring to look Wu Fan in the eye.

Upon hearing this, Li Jing, who was standing behind Wu Fan, blushed slightly.

Her almond-shaped eyes immediately filled with a seductive, watery allure. Instead of denying it, she secretly glanced at Wu Fan's handsome profile.

Wu Fan was slightly taken aback by Zhou Yuan's words.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

"Who dares to cause trouble on the Wanmeng Chamber of Commerce's premises?!"

With a shout, a middle-aged man in a black Tang suit rushed over, surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards.

When everyone saw who had arrived, they all gasped in surprise in hushed tones.

"It's Lei Zhen, the security chief of the Wanmeng Chamber of Commerce!"

"Manager Lei is a Heaven-level martial artist; it's rumored that he reached the Heaven-level ten years ago."

"With his current late-stage Heavenly Realm cultivation, he's practically invincible in this city!"

"This kid's in trouble. He broke the auction rules and even tried to kill someone. This is a blatant provocation against the authority of the Myriad Alliance Chamber of Commerce!"

"Yes, Manager Lei, representing the Wanmeng Chamber of Commerce, will absolutely not let him off the hook!"

Lei Zhen's eyes twitched as he looked at A Biao, who was stuck dead in the crack in the wall.

He glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was sprawled on the ground, and his expression turned grim.

He glanced at Wu Fan and said coldly:

"Your methods are ruthless! Private duels are prohibited inside the auction hall. You've broken the rules. Surrender now!"

After saying that, he waved his hand behind him and pointed to four security guards dressed in tight-fitting clothes:

"Take him down! His life or his death is irrelevant!"

These four individuals possessed powerful energy, clearly indicating they were mid-stage Earth-level martial artists.

However, Wu Fan ignored him and continued to stare coldly at Zhou Yuan.

Seeing that Wu Fan was treating him like he didn't exist, Lei Zhen felt humiliated and angrily shouted, "You ignorant fool, you don't know what's good for you! Attack!"

The onlookers couldn't help but click their tongues in disapproval.

"Although this kid just used some strange method to kill A Biao, he's now facing four mid-stage Earth-level martial artists!"

"Two fists can't fight four hands; he's doomed this time!"

Several timid socialites even covered their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that followed.

Several seconds passed, but the expected sounds of fierce fighting did not erupt.

The four mid-level security personnel who were about to make a move remained frozen in mid-air, their forward punches motionless.

Seeing this, Lei Zhen immediately became furious and shouted:

"What's going on? What are you all standing there for?! Get him!"

Seeing that the four still did not react, Lei Zhen became angry and stepped forward, pushing one of the security guards on the shoulder.

At that very moment, something terrifying happened.

The security guard who was pushed collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, with dark red blood mixed with flesh gushing from his seven orifices.

Immediately following, like a domino effect, the remaining three prefecture-level security guards also collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, their bones turning into bloody mud.

"hiss!"

Lei Zhen was so frightened by the scene before him that his heart stopped and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Without even moving, they silently annihilated four mid-stage Earth-level martial artists.

This was completely beyond his comprehension!

What kind of divine skill is this?!

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yuan, who was lying on the ground, was so frightened that he trembled violently, and his crotch was soaked.

Seeing Zhou Yuan's behavior, Wu Fan frowned in disgust and flicked his fingers several times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ah! Ah! My legs! My hands!"

A muffled sound of flesh exploding was heard.

Zhou Yuan's arms, thighs, and groin exploded from the root, and blood flowed all over the ground!

For a wealthy young man from the provincial capital like him, who is used to being arrogant and domineering, such a devastating blow would be more painful than death, even if he survived.

Standing behind Wu Fan, Li Jing witnessed this domineering and bloody scene.

She couldn't help but recall the scene in the underground parking garage that day, where Wu Fan annihilated the enemy with a flick of his finger.

That thought popped into my head again:

"So handsome, so incredibly handsome! I want to have his babies, I absolutely have to!"

Li Jing felt a strange electric current spread through her body, and her legs even felt slightly weak.

She couldn't help but sneak up next to Wu Fan.

After dealing with Zhou Yuan, Wu Fan was about to finish off Lei Zhen, who was trembling with fear beside him, when suddenly, an anxious voice came from the VIP passage on the second floor:

"Senior! Please go easy on me!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A fat man in his forties, with a small mustache and wearing a purple-gold robe, tumbled and crawled down the stairs from the second floor.

The man was covered in sweat and his face was filled with fear. He was Qian Baifu, the president of the Mencheng branch of the Wanmeng Chamber of Commerce.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man in a blue robe with an extraordinary bearing, Ye Cangwu, the head of the Ye family, the number one martial arts family in Jiangnan Province!