Looking at the lizard collapsed on the ground and the toad foaming at the mouth, Shanwan's eyes grew serious.
Unlike humans, who needed continuous cultivation to grow stronger, a demon's strength originated from their bloodline!
Their power was also limited by this very bloodline.
Take Nie Qinglan, for example. Although she showed no signs of cultivation since childhood, if her bloodline awakened, she would naturally gain power.
This was the innate advantage of the demon race!
The other demons were clearly startled by Nie Qinglan's sudden attack.
They apparently hadn't expected this little girl to be so strong.
"Don't underestimate me!"
Nie Qinglan scoffed, wielding a softball bat.
Over the past year, despite never cultivating, her strength had inexplicably grown quite a bit.
None of the lackeys working under her could last a single round against her anymore.
However, to these demons, her bit of strength was clearly not enough.
The demonic beasts that had come with Shanwan were all experts of the demon race.
No matter how strong Nie Qinglan's bloodline was, she was ultimately just a nineteen or twenty-year-old girl. How could she possibly be a match for these old monsters who had cultivated for hundreds of years?
The toad who had just been smashed so hard he saw stars unsteadily got to his feet. Touching the large lump on his head, he roared furiously, "Damn it, I'm going to eat you alive!"
"Eat her!"
"Eat her!"
The crowd of demonic beasts clamored in agreement. The gazes they fixed on Nie Qinglan were filled with greed, and drool dripped uncontrollably from their mouths.
The demon race, in essence, was a food web made up of overlapping food chains.
Before the establishment of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, the Xuan Realm was a bloody, brutal, and savage wasteland.
And the bloodline power within the girl before them was an absolute, ultimate temptation, making them itch with unbearable desire.
Sensing his subordinates' restlessness, Shanwan sternly commanded, "Capture her alive only, didn't you hear me!"
The demons jolted in shock and snapped back to their senses.
Right at that moment, Nie Qinglan was already swinging her softball bat down at Shanwan.
To catch the bandits, first catch the ringleader!
This guy with triangular eyes, who looked like a snake, was obviously their boss.
Nie Qinglan's calculation was good, but she overlooked the gap in their strength.
The steel softball bat smashed viciously toward Shanwan's forehead.
Thud!
What met it, however, was a large hand.
It firmly grasped the softball bat!
"Little girl, you've got quite the strength!"
Shanwan grinned, crushing the softball bat flat with one hand and bending it right down the middle.
Whoosh!
At that instant, Nie Qinglan spread a pair of snow-white wings from her back and abruptly took to the sky.
She knew she was no match for them!
If she couldn't stall for time until An Yi arrived, then she had to escape as quickly as possible!
"Heh, where do you think you're going?"
Watching Nie Qinglan's rapidly retreating figure, Shanwan took out a handful of snake darts and hurled them out.
Swish, swish, swish!
Sharp whistling sounds pierced the air.
High in the sky, Nie Qinglan let out a muffled cry of pain.
Three snake darts had hit her squarely in the back.
Nie Qinglan plummeted from the sky.
Her wounds weren't deep, but what was truly deadly was the poison on them.
Nie Qinglan shakily climbed to her feet, stumbled two steps forward, and then fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
The snake venom had hallucinogenic effects.
At this moment, she felt the world spinning, everything around her twisting and distorting.
Then, she seemed to see a black silhouette slowly walking toward her.
"An... An Yi... is... is that you?"
After saying that, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
A large hand caught the collapsing Nie Qinglan, gently scooped up her petite body, and slowly lowered her to the ground.
"Sir, do not touch that girl. She is our prey!"
Shanwan, who had chased after her, stared coldly at the newcomer. He flicked his snake-like tongue and spoke in an eerie tone.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man with graying temples and deep, sharp eyes. His powerful aura radiated an imposing majesty without him even showing anger.
"Heh, treating my daughter as prey? Who gave you the nerve!"
The middle-aged man stared coldly at Shanwan as he spoke.
Those eyes were as sharp as blades. The moment he was stared at, Shanwan felt his entire body trembling.
An indescribable fear corroded his heart.
"Who... who is he!"
The many demons looked at the approaching middle-aged man in disbelief, subconsciously backing away.
"Nie Chengwen!"
Shanwan took a slow breath, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Even though he ranked tenth among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, facing Nie Chengwen, he didn't even have the courage to fight.
"Everyone, hear my command!"
Shanwan gritted his teeth, his triangular eyes turning grave as he roared, "Flee!"
As he spoke, he took the lead, transforming into a giant python and preparing to flee!
The demons of the Hundred Ghosts Sect were still somewhat dazed upon hearing this.
They had strength in numbers, so why should they fear this guy!
Slaaash!
Four bursts of claw energy struck! They cleanly sliced Shanwan's massive body into several segments!
A shrill, miserable scream echoed.
Shanwan's body, severed into five pieces, writhed as blood sprayed everywhere in a terrifying scene.
From the back of Nie Chengwen's hand, four steel-like claw blades had extended, dripping with blood.
As the blood dripped onto the soil, bursts of white smoke rose.
The blood was toxic, but it seemed to have absolutely no effect on Nie Chengwen.
"You... you..."
Even chopped into pieces like this, Shanwan's head still retained consciousness, staring at Nie Chengwen in sheer terror.
Bang!
Nie Chengwen raised the silver pistol in his hand.
With a flash of fire, a highly powerful bullet instantly pierced through his skull, blowing out a horrific crater.
Shanwan was instantly killed!
Seeing this, the other demonic beasts were instantly scared out of their wits.
They finally seemed to understand why Shanwan had told them to flee.
"Run!"
In an instant, with a chaotic scramble, the numerous demonic beasts all chose to run for their lives.
Unexpectedly, on the periphery.
Men in gray clothes, armed with guns and artillery, blocked the demons' path.
Ghost Eagle, as the largest underground syndicate, controlled the international arms trade, maneuvering between major powers and nations.
The weapons they possessed were state-of-the-art, things that even Void Realm martial artists could not withstand.
"Get out of the way!"
A demonic beast, looking at the human wall formed by the Ghost Eagle syndicate ahead, instantly transformed into a four-meter-tall giant elephant, preparing to trample them.
Boom!
A grenade fired from a launcher and exploded right in the giant elephant's face.
This seemed to be a signal.
The roar of artillery, the rattle of gunfire, and continuous screams rose up in waves...
The physically robust and powerful demonic beasts appeared incredibly frail under the bombardment of artillery!
Nie Chengwen stood up, carrying Nie Qinglan, and slowly walked away.
Amidst the sky full of firelight, Nie Chengwen's cold, flickering face was illuminated.

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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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