Chapter 109: Come at Me Together

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Lu Qiming was killed with a single slap? How could that be possible?

Everyone present—whether disciples of the Lu family or guests from Dongji City—was stunned, their minds buzzing with disbelief and their eyes wide with terror. The esteemed heir of the Lu family, boasting cultivation at the verge of the Golden Core stage and hailed as a prodigy of the great Hongyuan Sect, had been reduced to pulp by a single careless palm strike from that boy?

It was worth noting that the boy’s cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, even at its peak, still some distance from the verge of Golden Core. In terms of strength, there was no way he could stand shoulder to shoulder with a prodigy of the Hongyuan Sect!

Yet the harsh reality was cruelly ironic. The once arrogant Lu Qiming was utterly defenseless under Wang Ran’s overwhelming power, like a paper tiger that could be slain with a mere breath.

Everyone was so frightened they remained silent for a long moment.

In truth, although Lu Qiming was a prodigy of the Hongyuan Sect, he was nothing more than an ordinary one, not even half as strong as Lin Jun. Even if Lin Jun were present, Wang Ran would kill without hesitation, so how could he care about a mere Lu Qiming?

Wang Ran didn’t even know Lu Qiming’s identity and had thought him just an ordinary disciple of the Lu family. His remark, “Adults are speaking, children don’t interrupt,” was not intended to humiliate but was a genuine expression from his heart.

He truly did not take Lu Qiming seriously.

However, to the ignorant cultivators of Dongji City, this display became a symbol of Wang Ran’s arrogance and recklessness, shaking them to their core as if an earthquake of magnitude eight had struck within their hearts.

“Ding dong, congratulations, the host has caused intense spiritual shock to the cultivators of Dongji City, rewarding fifty points of Dao Recognition!”

“Ding dong, congratulations, the host has caused intense spiritual shock to the disciples of the Lu family, rewarding thirty points of Dao Recognition!”

“Ding dong, congratulations, the host has caused intense spiritual shock to the head of the Lu family, rewarding thirty points of Dao Recognition!”

“Ding dong, congratulations, the host has installed an invisible aura of swagger, rewarding one hundred points of Dao Recognition!”

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A series of notifications flashed through Wang Ran’s mind, harvesting a hefty amount of Dao Recognition points, several hundred in total, capped off by the bonus for “Invisible Swagger,” granting a full hundred points.

Wang Ran was quite pleased, but satisfaction aside, the Lu family still had to be dealt with. He could not waver in his resolve just because of some benefits; the taboo in his heart was inviolable.

His gaze grew fierce as he once again looked toward the Lu family members. Amid the killing intent flickering intensely, he locked onto the elegantly dressed beauty clad in splendid robes, protected by layers of Lu family disciples.

He had heard from a young man of the Yao family that their downfall was all due to the shameless and immoral mistress of the Yao family, who had illicit relations with the Lu family, thereby ruining the entire Yao family fortune.

Not only that, this very mistress had deceitfully gained Yao Jianjia’s trust and schemed behind her back, resulting in Senior Sister Yao’s cultivation being sealed, leaving her in such a dire state and nearly falling prey to the Lu family.

Thus, Wang Ran’s killing intent toward this Yao family mistress surpassed even that for the Lu family!

At this moment, his eyes narrowed sharply. He stepped lightly on the void, his figure turning ghostlike as he appeared before the elegantly robed beauty, who screamed in terror.

“You damned fools, protect me properly!” The beauty grabbed a Lu family disciple and pushed him forcefully in front, forming a human shield to block Wang Ran’s advance.

Wang Ran remained expressionless. With a single step forward, he struck a disciple who hadn’t reacted in time with a fist, killing him instantly. His killing intent blazed fully, turning him into a human tank barreling forward, causing the Lu family disciples to scream in agony.

The beauty retreated in fright. Suddenly, she slapped her storage pouch, and a golden cicada armor appeared, fully encasing her. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“With this Grade 5 Spirit Armor protecting me, what can you do? Disciples of the Lu family, capture this man! Heavily rewarded!” The beauty, still trembling, tapped her chest and pointed at Wang Ran with her glossy red nails, sneering coldly.

“Do you really think a spirit weapon can protect you? You underestimate me, Wang Situ. There is no one in this world I cannot kill!” Wang Ran snorted coldly, uttering a line of swagger before suddenly drawing his long knife.

“Thousand Army Armor-Breaking Technique!”

A streak of brilliant light flashed across the sky above the Lu mansion. Wang Ran’s figure appeared behind the beauty. He smoothly sheathed his blade, his expression impassive and without sorrow. His aura spread invisibly, rippling through the entire Lu estate.

The venomous beauty had yet to react, staring blankly ahead, when suddenly she felt a chill. As she touched her body, she was shocked to discover that half of her body had gone limp, no longer under her brain’s control.

She had been sliced in two at the chest by Wang Ran!

The spirit armor remained intact, untouched by the attack, so her body did not collapse but lingered faintly connected.

“Hiss—”

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Many cultivators present only saw a blur as Wang Ran descended from the sky. After the beauty spoke a single sentence, her body immediately split in two.

Even the Lu family head had not reacted in time. Having just lost his son, overwhelmed with grief, he had failed to notice the scene unfolding here. By the time he realized, it was already too late to save his concubine from Wang Ran’s blade.

“Ahhhh! I, Lu Hengyuan, thirteenth head of the Lu family, swear that I will not rest until your entire family of nine clans is exterminated!” A thunderous roar erupted. The Lu family head’s spiritual power exploded forth as his hair flew wildly, his gaze murderous as he stared at Wang Ran.

As the head of the Lu family, he had never suffered such a blow and humiliation—first the desecration of his ancestors’ graves, then the loss of both son and wife. Such hatred almost drove him insane.

Yet, facing this crazed, lion-like Lu family head, Wang Ran remained calm as a meditating monk. He scoffed at the threat of exterminating his clans.

His own family and friends were all within the Weiyi Sect. His master was a Nascent Soul powerhouse, and his senior sister was a Golden Core cultivator. Even if Wang Ran ordered him to kill, he might not dare move.

“Lu Hengyuan, whether it’s you or the entire Lu family, you’re all too arrogant. This day’s fate is entirely your own doing.” Wang Ran said coldly, stepping forward as flames burst forth from his body.

“Do you think a Golden Core cultivator can rule a domain? That a son with a great sect backing him can act with impunity?”

“Today, I’ll teach you to always leave three points in all things, because some people are beyond your provocation—and I am one of them.”

With each word, the flames on Wang Ran grew stronger, until he was clad in a blazing armor of fire. The intense heat blurred the air around him.

Then, with his right hand clenched into a fist, he slowly pulled a golden long sword from the palm of his left hand. His cold gaze swept over the many Lu family disciples who stared at him covetously.

With pride, he declared, “Come at me all at once. I’m in a hurry.”