After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Faced with this palm strike that embodied the Ghost Hand's lifelong skill, Zhou Ran didn't even lift his eyelids.

Neither dodge nor avoid.

There wasn't even an extra movement.

He simply met that withered hand with a punch.

This punch, seemingly simple and unadorned.

A faint black aura swirled around his fist—the primordial demonic energy of the Yin-Yang Technique, which devours all things!

"boom!"

Fists and palms collided fiercely in mid-air.

A muffled explosion erupted in the air.

The sinister smile on Ghost Hand's face froze.

He felt an overwhelming, terrifying force surge wildly into his body through his arm.

That's more than just power.

An even more domineering aura was frantically devouring his inner strength!

boom!

A series of rapid cracking sounds started in his arm and spread all the way to his shoulder.

"ah--!"

He let out a piercing scream, his body flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, a distance of more than ten meters.

It crashed heavily into the cement wall, creating a human-shaped dent.

This happened too fast.

It was so fast that Biaozi didn't even have time to react.

The smile on his face hadn't faded, but his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

One move?

He only used one move?

He boasted to Chairman Zhao about being a master who could tear wolves apart with his bare hands, and he lost like this?

Zhou Ran withdrew his fist, not even glancing at the ghostly hand that looked like a dead dog.

He walked up to Biaozi.

Biaozi's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Sir...Sir, spare me...I'm just doing this for money..."

A strong smell of urine emanated from his crotch.

Zhou Ran remained expressionless and stepped on his knee.

Click!

Screams echoed throughout the construction site.

Zhou Ran untied the ropes binding Fatty Wang and channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into him to protect his heart meridian.

"Ran...Ran-ge...are you...are you Superman?"

Fatty Wang stared blankly at his brother, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, with swollen eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, can you still walk?"

Zhou Ran helped him up.

"I can...I can walk..."

Just then, Ghost Hand, who was lying in the corner, struggled to pull something out while spitting out blood.

It was a dark, menacing gun.

"You little bastard... die!"

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

"Kid, get out of the way!"

In his mind, Ye Futian's eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped his hair tightly with both hands, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't know what it was.

But the aura of this magical artifact is very strange!

With Zhou Ran's current cultivation level, he is completely unable to resist.

Wang Pangzi's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to push Zhou Ran away.

But Zhou Ran seemed to have anticipated this.

In a flash, he turned to the side, during which he activated the Yin-Yang Technique and activated his demonic energy to protect himself.

The bullet that was originally aimed at his chest only grazed his chest and hit the metal frame behind him.

Ding-dong.

Sparks flew and a crisp sound rang out.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ghost Hand's face was filled with disbelief.

Did you...dodge it?

How could he possibly dodge a bullet?!

This is beyond the capabilities of even a Grandmaster of Internal Energy!

Before he could recover from the immense shock...

A blur flashed by.

Zhou Ran's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, and he stepped down.

He stomped his wrist, along with the gun, into the rubble on the ground.

"Who sent you?"

Ghost Hand was now completely terrified.

"It's...it's Zhao Shijiang!"

With tears streaming down his face, Ghost Hand revealed everything he knew.

"them……

They're going to a banquet at the Chen family's house tonight. Let me finish you off here, make you disappear forever..."

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes.

What a cruel father and son.

Since you want to go all out, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Just as Zhou Ran's murderous intent arose, Ghost Hand knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life!"

The petty person is blind to the great man!

May I ask which school of thought you studied under, senior?

"I am a disciple of the Wuji Sect!"

Ghost Hand knelt on the gravel-strewn ground, his forehead pressed against the cold cement, begging for leniency.

"The Wuji Sect?"

Zhou Ran pondered these three words, his footing loosened slightly, and his tone became indifferent.

"If you want to live, then trade something of value for it."

"Tell me, how is your so-called martial arts world divided?"

"What level is your meager skill anyway?"

"In response to your question, senior."

At this moment, Ghost Hand completely regarded Zhou Ran as a reclusive master with the secret to preserving youth.

Or perhaps they are the core prodigies of those legendary ancient families who have emerged from seclusion to gain experience.

"In our martial arts world, we emphasize external training of muscles, bones, and skin, and internal training of breath."

The beginner level is Ming Jin, which can break bricks and split stones, and ordinary three or five strong men cannot get close to him.

Above that is hidden strength, also known as internal strength.

Even after forty years of arduous cultivation, I've only reached the peak of the Inner Strength realm.

Above the hidden strength lies the Grandmaster of Transformation Strength!

Not even a feather can be added, but a flying flower can injure!

They are extremely rare, even in the entire city of Jiangcheng!

"Above the Grandmaster, there is the Transformation Grandmaster!"

With his body embracing the elixir and sitting upright, his vital energy surges like a dragon, and his lifespan exceeds one hundred years—this is the combat power of a nation-defending force!

"Further up, there are the legendary 'Land Immortals,' capable of withstanding firearms and walking on water!"

Zhou Ran silently compared them in her mind.

"Old Deng, what realm does this 'land-based immortal' he's talking about correspond to?"

Ye Futian's voice was full of mockery.

"Sitting with the dantian on the hips can barely be considered as guiding qi into the body."

As for that so-called terrestrial immortal, if he could truly withstand that crude magical weapon...

It's roughly equivalent to the late stage of Qi Condensation.

Zhou Ran felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Doesn't this mean that I am currently somewhere between a Grandmaster of Internal Energy and a Celestial Immortal?

This is the essential difference between cultivating immortality and practicing martial arts.

Different dimensions are like clouds and mud.

"You said you are a disciple of the Wuji Sect?"

Zhou Ran grabbed the ghost's hand by the neck and asked calmly.

While understanding martial arts cultivation is important, it is also essential to delve into the lineage and traditions of different martial arts schools.

He didn't want to cause trouble for the older generation after he had already beaten the younger ones.

If a terrestrial deity were to appear, he really wouldn't be able to handle it in his current state.

Ghost Hand trembled slightly, daring not to conceal anything.

"senior......

The leader of the Wuji Sect is a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm, who has been in seclusion for several years, attempting to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

"As for other sects, it is said that deep within Kunlun, there is also the Penglai Sea."

There are some ancient sects that live in seclusion and pursue the path to immortality, using extraordinary methods.

But I'm too low-level to access those kinds of secrets.

Zhou Ran breathed a sigh of relief and casually tossed him to the ground.

It seems that even the most powerful beings on land are not as common as cabbages growing by the roadside.

Just then, a sudden screech of brakes came from afar.

Two beams of light pierced the darkness of the construction site.

A silver Audi Horch sped in, and the door was pushed open before it had even come to a complete stop.

A burly middle-aged man in a black suit jumped out of the car, carrying a baton in his hand.

Two bodyguards followed closely behind.