After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

A minute later, the door to the private room opened, and two men in black grabbed Zhou Yan and the others, carrying them like drunk people who couldn't move, all the way down from the restaurant and out of the main entrance, before loading them into a long van.

As Zhang Yuan drove, he glanced back at Zhou Yan and the other six people in the back seat, a contemptuous smile creeping onto his lips.

He had already planned how he would torture Zhou Yan and the others to the point of wishing they were dead.

……

The former stronghold was a hundred miles away.

A safe but remote little mountain valley.

Zhang Yuan parked the car in a small valley, then pulled Zhou Yan and the other six people out of the van one by one. The two demon-level awakened individuals who arrived later took out chairs, placed Zhou Yan and the others on the chairs, and tied them with ropes infused with secret magic.

After doing this, Zhang Yuan took out a bottle of mineral water and sprayed it onto Zhou Yan and the others' faces repeatedly.

The seven people gradually regained consciousness.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of Zhou Yan and the others, his condescending gaze sweeping over them before he mocked them.

Do you know who I am?

Apart from Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun, who remained calm, everyone else's expressions changed drastically, especially Wolf One, who shouted loudly.

"I have money, I have a lot of money! Let me go, and I'll give you any amount of money you want!"

Zhang Yuan said jokingly.

“I’m not interested in money, but I’m very interested in torturing you.”

Although Chi You has not been found yet, it's no problem to torture and play with these people first.

Zhang Yuan snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard in black next to him took out a dagger with a blood groove.

Zhang Yuan twirled the dagger in his hand as he spoke.

“I raise a kind of carnivorous insect. I like to cut people I hate with a knife until they bleed profusely, and then smear those insects on their wounds.”

Zhang Yuan's bodyguard took out a bag of black, thumb-sized beetles. The beetles were crawling around in the completely transparent bag, which looked disgusting and unpleasant.

"Generally speaking, for one person, only three of my little babies are needed. These little babies will enter your wound, secrete a sticky substance that makes you feel both pain and itching, and then gnaw on it."

"You can spend two days watching your body go from a plump state to a pile of bones."

Zhang Yuan approached Wolf One with a dagger. Wolf One's eyes widened and his pupils contracted. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, the little loli Xiao Yanjun suddenly spoke up.

"This bug is so interesting, why don't I play with it?"

Zhang Yuan turned to look at Little Yan Jun. Little Yan Jun smiled slightly, a smile that had the innocence of a loli and the allure of a mature woman, making one's heart flutter.

Zhang Yuan involuntarily swallowed. He had raised more than eighty lolis on his Loli Island and usually invited many art school teachers to teach them acting skills.

The purpose is to create various personas for them that will make men feel more accomplished when they have fun with them in the future.

Zhang Yuan tried all sorts of characters, from strong-willed princesses and arrogant queens to fallen noblewomen, innocent and naive nuns, maiden knights, yandere bespectacled girls, and bus perverts, and they all worked very well.

But even the most talented young actresses don't possess the kind of charm that Xiao Yanjun exudes from the very core of her being, a charm that doesn't belong to someone her age.

That's amazing!

Little Yama looked up again, his smiling eyes revealing a hint of domineering arrogance.

Zhang Yuan burst into laughter.

"Woman, you have piqued my interest."

Zhang Yuan didn't know who Little Yama was, but of course, given that he had already cleaned up his mess, who Little Yama was didn't matter.

This woman, with her haughty gaze that makes men want to conquer her immediately, is destined to become his favorite plaything.

Zhang Yuan abandoned Wolf One, took the knife, and went to Little Yama, placing the blade against Little Yama's face.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, a ferocious smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

"I don't like your eyes. Is this how your parents taught you to look at adults?"

Little Yama teased.

“My parents told me that we should not tolerate bad people.”

Zhang Yuan gently scraped Xiao Yanjun's face with his dagger, but the fearful look he hoped for did not appear. Instead, Xiao Yanjun raised his eyes even more arrogantly, looking at Zhang Yuan as if he were trash.

Zhang Yuan liked this kind of pure and unpretentious woman, no, girl, who was completely different from the flashy and cheap women outside!

"Bad guy, do you even know what a bad guy is?"

Zhang Yuan's breathing became heavier, and he could even feel the hot air coming out of his nostrils hitting his upper lip, which was a little hot and uncomfortable.

Little Yama grinned.

"Uncle, you're a bad person. I knew it as soon as I saw you, didn't I?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"No, you don't know. Later I'll show you what it means for women to love bad boys."

Little Yama was amused. She wanted to say some more flirtatious things, but Zhou Yan next to her couldn't stand it anymore.

I'm still a child, how can you make me listen to this?

Zhou Yan turned his head helplessly and said something.

"Have you two finished flirting?"

Xiao Yanjun and Zhang Yuan looked at Zhou Yan, who had a pained expression on his face.

"I know the best hunters usually appear as prey, but let's forget about all that nonsense and just get straight to the point."

Little Yama clicked his tongue.

"You're such a boring kid."

"null!"

A heavy thud came from around the corner not far away.

A moment later, a ghost general, three meters tall, wearing black armor, with a three-pronged purple-gold crown on his head, and whose face was completely covered by a tattered helmet, emerged.

And they kept walking in Zhou Yan's direction.

Zhang Yuan frowned. It wasn't entirely unexpected. The Abyss Underworld was teeming with demons and monsters. Apart from the outposts, it was normal to encounter any ghosts or evil spirits anywhere in the wild, even though this place was a safe spot that Zhang Yuan thought was quite safe.

Zhang Yuan spoke to one of the bodyguards in his hometown dialect.

Then a man standing to the side, whose muscles looked like they were about to burst out of his clothes, walked towards the ghost general.

Zhou Yan opened the man's profile.

Name: Stark.

Age: 55.

Height: 201 cm.

Weight: 366 kg.

Blood type: A.

Race: Monster, Mountain-Moving Ape.

Awakening level: 88%.

Personal attributes.

Power: 7000

Neural reaction speed: 1500

Agility: 1500

Stamina: 50000

Intelligence: 500

Spirit: 500

Perception: 500

Innate ability.

Moving Mountains: Greatly increases Strength attribute.

In the wild: All attributes are greatly increased in the wild environment.

Qi and Blood: Qi and blood permeate the body, integrating offense and defense.

Ape Arms: Arms extend past the knees, providing a 20% bonus to unarmed combat skills proficiency.

Zhou Yan nodded secretly.

In terms of attributes alone, this Mountain-Moving Ape is better than the Sword Ape with 100% awakening. However, the Sword Ape has sword energy and swordsmanship, while the Mountain-Moving Ape's skills provide very little bonus to skill-based attacks.

So, is he a reckless brute?

The Mountain-Moving Ape walked up to the three-meter-tall black-armored ghost general. The ghost general walked on without stopping, seemingly not taking the Mountain-Moving Ape seriously.

The Mountain-Moving Ape roared and raised its hand to grab the Black-Armored Ghost General. This Mountain-Moving Ape had a strength attribute of 7,000. If we calculate based on a normal person's strength of 100 jin, this Mountain-Moving Ape's strength was 350 tons.

If you use that force well, tearing apart a car by hand and punching through steel plates would be a piece of cake.

But the mountain-moving ape seemed to think that wasn't enough. When it reached out, a blood-red aura seeped from its palm, enveloping it.

This is the lifeblood of the Mountain-Moving Ape. With the protection of this lifeblood, the Mountain-Moving Ape can tear apart tanks as easily as tearing paper.

The black-armored ghost general continued walking, but as he walked, he casually pulled a halberd from his hand and then slashed it.

A flash of silver light streaked through the air, so bright that many people squinted.

The mountain-moving ape paused, then split itself in two, starting from its head, with flesh and internal organs falling to the ground.

Zhou Yan opened the attribute panel of the black-armored ghost general.

Name: Lü Fengxian.

Chapter Twenty-One: Archers

The strong stench of blood spread outwards with the eerie winds of the abyss.

Zhang Yuan and his bodyguards, who had been relaxed, all changed color. Zhang Yuan's expression became serious, while the other bodyguards lowered their arms and opened their mouths slightly.

In several major cities in Indiana, there are fighting arenas called the Arena of Gods. In these arenas, you can legally kill, legally gain status, wealth, and glory, and even have the opportunity to rise in caste. However, the highest rank you can rise to is a saint, and no one has ever been able to break through to the higher ranks of kings and gods.

But this is a chance to soar to great heights, and every year hundreds of low-level duelists and awakened individuals appear in the Arena of Gods, risking their lives for a chance to make it big.

Naturally, most dreamers fall on the stage, and only a few succeed. The Mountain-Moving Ape was the third-place winner of a certain fighting arena ten years ago, and was chosen by the Zhang family to be their bodyguard.

His strength, technique, and fighting spirit are beyond doubt. Those who can gain glory in the arena of fighting gods must be fierce people who have crawled out from among the corpses and weapons of their peers.

Especially since they were in the wild, the bodyguard's passive ability in the wild provided him with a huge boost to his physical attributes, but even under these circumstances, the bodyguard was still instantly killed.

Another bodyguard, who was the runner-up in the Arena of Gods five years ago, couldn't help but look at Zhang Yuan.

The runner-up bodyguard's combat power is roughly equal to that of the Mountain-Moving Ape. If the Mountain-Moving Ape can be defeated instantly, he probably won't fare much better.

Therefore, Zhang Yuan, the only demigod-level awakened being with a high awakening level, became the sole pillar of stability here.

Zhang Yuan put the dagger in his hand back into its sheath in his pocket, then looked back at Xiao Yanjun beside him and joked.

"Little girl, aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Yuan pointed to the blood, flesh, and internal organs of his bodyguard lying on the ground. This bodyguard had been with Zhang Yuan for more than ten years, but Zhang Yuan had never taken this low-caste guy seriously. In fact, he felt that the bodyguard's death was an opportunity for him to show off.

Little Yama said with disdain.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash. What's there to say if he's dead?"

Zhang Yuan burst into laughter.

"Yes, what's so regrettable about the death of a piece of trash? In this world, only the strong, only the descendants of gods like me, are worthy of becoming strong."

Women are captives of strength; as long as a man displays enough power in front of them, they will naturally submit.

Therefore, Zhang Yuan wanted Xiao Yanjun to see for himself how weak and incompetent the guy who could kill his bodyguard was in his hands.

With his back to Little Yanjun, Zhang Yuan snapped his fingers.

The next moment, everything around Ghost General Lü Bu exploded, with continuous booming sounds.