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With a loud "bang," the two fists collided violently.

There were no extraneous noises, only the extremely dull sound of flesh and bone squeezing echoing in the conference room.

The air at the point where their fists met was instantly compressed to a high degree, and then exploded outwards with a roar, turning into layers of air waves that swept outwards from the two of them.

The figure of the Ji family patriarch rushing forward came to an abrupt halt.

The violent wind pressure tore the skin off his face, and the knuckles of his fist, which was wrapped in cyan true energy, were groaning under the strain.

The next second, he flew backward like a cannonball and crashed heavily into the blast-proof alloy wall behind him.

With a loud bang, the hard wall panel caved in, leaving a shocking human-shaped crater.

The spreading shockwaves continued to rage, engulfing almost the entire fiftieth floor of the building.

The multi-million dollar mahogany table was instantly overturned, breaking into several pieces. Sharp pieces of wood flew everywhere, hitting the wall with a series of loud thuds like projectiles.

The valuable paintings and calligraphy on the wall were torn to pieces, and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling crashed to the ground, shattering into glass fragments.

Even the explosion-proof glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure and shattered completely outwards.

The night wind outside the high-rise building rushed into the room, dispersing the smoke and dust in the conference room, but it could not conceal the devastation inside.

The executives and bodyguards who were originally standing to the side didn't even have time to scream.

The terrifying air pressure crushed their internal organs, the executives' prized custom-made suits were ripped to shreds, and the bodyguards' strong bodies were utterly powerless against absolute force.

Severed limbs and blood were scattered all over the ground, and crimson bits of flesh and blood splattered on the walls, slowly sliding down the plaster.

Ji Yunhai lay on the ground.

He had been standing behind Elder Zu, and his massive body had blocked most of the impact.

But he was still shaken so badly that blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the floor.

His ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything. The scene before him turned red, and blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes.

He looked up and around.

His trusted confidant, whom he had just promoted yesterday, was now half-dead. The ancient martial arts master he had hired at great expense was now a pile of minced meat on the ground.

The Ji family's wealth and heritage, which he was so proud of, couldn't withstand a single move in front of this young man.

At that moment, he didn't even have the strength to run; he could only lie panting in the blood.

As the rubble fell, the Ji family patriarch slid to the ground like a lump of mud along the shocking dent in the wall.

"Wow--"

He suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a large pool of thick blood, which was mixed with fragments of broken internal organs.

His right arm was bent backward at a chilling angle, hanging limply at his side.

In that punch, all the bones in his arm, from his shoulder blade to his fingertips, were pulverized by that terrifying, destructive force!

He leaned tightly against the dilapidated wall, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye An in front of him, his gaze filled with terror.

"I...I possess the peak true qi of the early stage of the Celestial Realm, how could I...be no match for a mere punch from you?!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with deep despair and disbelief.

He lived to be a hundred years old, and what kind of amazing talents hadn't he seen?

Before the fight, he was certain that Ye An was nothing more than a paper tiger who had been forcibly built up by pills and external forces, with a weak foundation.

He had even planned how to break the boy's hands and feet and how to torture him to extract his master's secret techniques.

But reality, in the most brutal way, shattered his century-old pride.

In contrast, Ye An simply flicked his right hand casually.

The previous exchange of fire had only resulted in a minor scrape on the back of his hand, and now, that insignificant wound was visibly scabbing over and healing rapidly.

With a crackling sound like popping beans as his joints moved, Ye An looked at his fist and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He secretly pondered to himself, "Having just broken through to the late stage of the Innate Realm, his physical strength is indeed incomparable to what it used to be. Although this old guy is a bit weak, he's still good enough to give me a little warm-up."

The Ji family patriarch knew that today was a dead end.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With his left hand, fingers joined like a sword, he made a sharp, sweeping motion amidst the crimson mass.

The Ji family's ancestral secret technique: One strike can shorten one's lifespan by ten years!

But he had no other choice; if he didn't fight now, tomorrow would be the seventh day after his death.

In an instant, a pale green light burst forth from his fingertips, instantly condensing into a half-meter-long, nauseatingly foul-smelling blade.

"Die!"

The old man's eyes widened in horror, and his legs unleashed terrifying force, crushing the marble floor tiles beneath his feet into dust.

He took advantage of the momentum and leaped into the air to the highest point, gripping the light blade tightly with both hands, and slashed at Ye An's crown with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

Despite the howling wind, Ye An did not move an inch.

He simply raised his head calmly, lifted his right hand, slightly separated his index and middle fingers, and casually extended them towards the ghastly green killing intent.

"Clang!"

A crisp, sharp sound.

The scene seemed to freeze.

The deadly blade of light, forged from true energy and blood essence, came to an abrupt halt less than two inches from Ye An's head.

It was firmly held between Ye An's two fingers.

The Ji family patriarch was suspended in mid-air, his old face flushed red.

He frantically channeled the last bit of true energy within his body, pressing all his weight and strength onto the hilt of the sword, trying like a madman to press down those last two inches.

But the light blade seemed to be encased in a copper wall and iron barrier, remaining completely still.

Ye An's two fingers gripping the blade didn't even tremble in the slightest.

The old man stared intently at Ye An's calm, expressionless face, utterly despondent.

The ultimate attack, which he had sacrificed his lifespan for and risked everything for, was seen by others as something that could only be caught with two fingers.

He heard the sound of his martial arts heart shattering.

It turns out that what I've painstakingly cultivated my whole life is utterly laughable in the face of absolute power.

Ye An exerted a little force with his fingers, and with a "crack," the pale green blade light shattered, turning into specks of green light that dissipated into the air.

The moment the blade shattered, the Ji family patriarch sensed the vast, ocean-like energy fluctuations within Ye An's body, which were completely different from martial arts true qi.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and a legend buried deep in ancient texts surfaced in his mind, a possibility that made his very soul tremble.

His body trembled violently as he pointed a finger at Ye An, his voice distorted with fear: "You...you don't have true qi in your body! You're not a martial arts master...you...you're a cultivator!"

Upon hearing this, Ye An raised an eyebrow in slight surprise: "Oh? You actually recognized me. It seems that the existence of cultivators isn't entirely a secret even in your so-called top circles."

"Master Ye! Immortal Master, spare my life!"

He slammed his head against the floor, making a loud thud.

With each bump, another pool of blood appeared on the floor.

Tears and snot mixed together and flowed down.

"My Ji family was blind and offended the Immortal Master! I deserve to die! My whole family deserves to die!"

He looked up, his face full of anticipation.

"But I am willing to serve you like a slave, Immortal Master! I will expand your territory! I have been operating in Shanghai and overseas for a hundred years, with countless connections, resources, money, power... and all kinds of rare medicinal herbs."

"With just one word from the Immortal Master, all of these are yours."

He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, his eyes gleaming with fervor as he excitedly described his own worth.

He even spoke faster and faster, as if afraid Ye An would interrupt him.

"As a celestial master newly entering the mortal realm, you'll always need someone to run errands. I'm willing to be your most loyal dog, clearing away all worldly troubles for you!"

"Anyone who dares to disrespect the Immortal Master, my Ji family will slaughter their entire family!"

He was eager to demonstrate his value.

He knew this was his only chance to survive.

What does it matter if I'm a dog, as long as I can survive?

After Ye An finished speaking, he looked indifferently at the old man kneeling on the ground.

This man, once the pillar of the Ji family who held sway over Shanghai, is now willing to abandon even his dignity in order to survive.

Cultivators do need resources, but Ye An doesn't need a dog that might bite back at any moment.

If someone wants to run errands, there are plenty of people willing to do anything for them.

Since the Ji family dared to use the people around him as threats, they must die.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

Looking into the hopeful eyes of the Ji family elder, Ye An slowly uttered three words: "No need."

The Ji family patriarch's expression froze.

He thought the offer was tempting enough, and opened his mouth to try and argue further.

"Whoosh—"

A golden light burst forth from Ye An's body!

An ancient longsword appeared out of thin air, and with a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, it drew an arc around the old man's neck.

Then the golden light reversed and converged into Ye An's hand.

A very thin red line appeared on the neck of the Ji family patriarch.

The skin and flesh were torn open, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He clutched his neck in despair and fell backward, staring intently at Ye An, his throat gurgling out a hoarse, bellows-like sound: "Why...why..."

The old man died with his eyes wide open in dismay.

Ye An turned around and ignored the corpse on the ground.

He looked at Ji Yunhai, who was huddled in the corner, trembling all over.

The other party was already so frightened that he lost control of his bladder; yellowish-white fluid mixed with blood emitted a foul stench.

Ye An, with his back to him, spoke calmly in the blood-soaked conference room:

"You shouldn't threaten a cultivator at the Innate Realm."

"One's inherent nature cannot be insulted!"