Chapter 110: Ferocious Might Shakes the Eastern Pole!

"Arrogant!"

"This brat is pushing us too far!"

"Do they really think my Lu family has no one left to defend it?"

"Everyone, do not be afraid! Our Family Head is a Golden Core powerhouse, and we ourselves are no mere nobodies. Today, let us show this insolent pup what we are made of!"

As Wang Ran’s voice trailed off, it immediately ignited the collective fury of all the Lu family cultivators present. They rolled up their sleeves, eyes blazing with rage, their robes fluttering in the agitated air.

Their Lu family had dominated Dongji City for hundreds of years. They had always stood high above the rest like petty emperors, untouchable and supreme. Even the great sects dared not slight the disciples of the Lu family. No matter where they went, once they announced their name, they were treated as honored guests. When had they ever been looked down upon like this by a boy like Wang Ran?

Those contemptuous glances and dismissive words deeply wounded the pride of this century-old noble family.

"Cease your insolence, brat! I shall deal with you!"

A Lu family disciple at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. His robes billowed as his body swelled to twice its size, his hair tie snapping to let his hair fly wildly in the wind, making him look like an enraged ancient titan.

"It’s Brother Lu Yi!"

"Lu Yi is the pillar of our Lu family, the strongest among us aside from the Family Head!"

"Indeed, Brother Lu Yi has been stuck at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage for ten whole years. Within the realm of Foundation Establishment, no one can harm him!"

"He is the God of War of our Lu family. With him stepping in, that kid is as good as dead!"

"Hmph, don't think that just because you killed the Young Master, you can look down on everyone. Today, Brother Lu Yi will teach him a lesson and show him what the true peak of Foundation Establishment power looks like!"

Seeing the burly man emerge, many Lu family disciples grew spirited, their faces flushed with excitement.

The man was named Lu Yi. Though he was eighty-six years old, he remained as vigorous as a man in his prime. Aside from the Family Head, he was the strongest combatant in the Lu family, a cultivator at the Great Peak of Foundation Establishment—a realm that stood even further than a "Half-Step Golden Core."

It was said that cultivators in this realm were rare in the world. They were those whose spiritual power and control over the essence of heaven and earth had already reached the level of a Golden Core master, yet for some reason, they had failed to condense a core.

They possessed some of the strength of a Golden Core, but lacked the core itself; hence, they were called Great Peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, as their power, in a sense, already transcended what the Foundation Establishment stage could hold.

Such individuals were rare because most cultivators, after reaching the Half-Step Golden Core, would directly attain enlightenment of the Dao of heaven and earth and successfully form a core, shedding their mortal coils.

Someone like him, who could not grasp the Dao but had condensed his power to the level of a Golden Core, was exceedingly rare. One could say this was a realm existing outside the standard cultivation system, for not every cultivator’s journey included this stage of the "Great Peak."

As Lu Yi stepped out, a massive aura erupted, forming gusts of wind that swept through the surroundings, causing the very air to roar.

"How powerful!"

The Lu family disciples were even more invigorated, whispering with excitement. It was clear that Lu Yi held a lofty position in their hearts.

"Very well. With Lu Yi making a move, we can test the depth of this boy," Lu Hengyuan, the Head of the Lu family, thought to himself, his eyes flashing with gloom as he stroked his chin.

Lu Yi’s expression was equally solemn. After appearing, he drew a massive hammer made of black iron from his storage pouch and rushed toward Wang Ran like a whirlwind.

"Take this blow!"

Lu Yi’s voice rang out like a tolling bell. As he charged, the massive hammer in his hands spun like a gale, pulverizing the Lu family’s own buildings—stone lions, pavilions, and all—into dust that scattered in the air.

"You dare claim to possess the peak power of the Foundation Establishment stage with only this? I will show you what true peak Foundation Establishment power is!" Facing the fierce Lu Yi, Wang Ran’s expression remained unchanged, and he let out a cold laugh.

He stepped forward, and before the whirlwind of the hammer could reach him, he suddenly reached out his hand. The movement was as casual as a child sticking a palm into a high-speed electric fan, causing many onlookers to twitch in disbelief.

Yet, Wang Ran remained unscathed. Instead, the whirlwind of the hammer came to an abrupt halt. Looking closely, one could see that Wang Ran had gripped the handle of the hammer with a single palm, bringing it to a dead stop.

"Hiss—what immense strength is this!"

Countless cultivators from Dongji City watching the scene gasped in unison, horrified by what they saw.

The Lu family disciples rubbed their eyes in disbelief, unable to accept that their family’s God of War had been so easily stopped by Wang Ran’s single palm.

Lu Yi was similarly stunned for a moment. Before he could react or struggle against Wang Ran’s grip, he felt the latter exert a sudden, violent force, ripping the giant hammer right out of his hands.

Then, he witnessed a sight that made his blood run cold: the slender youth hoisted the hammer, which was larger than himself, high above his head and brought it crashing down.

"You like playing with hammers, do you? Then see how you handle mine!" As his words echoed, the black hammer landed on Lu Yi’s head. In his haste, Lu Yi raised his arms to block, but his strength was too weak—even inferior to Xu Ke’s, let alone Wang Ran’s.

With a sickening *crack*, Lu Yi’s arms shattered instantly. The hammer, its momentum undiminished, descended like Mount Tai, crushing Lu Yi’s head into his chest before grinding his entire body into a thin layer of flesh pressed into the dirt of the cracked earth.

"Eighty for the big hammer, forty for the small one—don't mention it!"

With a thud, Wang Ran slammed the hammer into the ground and leaned against it, dusting off his hands like an old farmer who had just finished his chores.

In an instant, silence fell over the entire area. Everyone stared with wide eyes and agape mouths, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

The formidable Lu family God of War, a rare Great Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, had been killed in an instant? And with a single hand?

This scene was even more shocking than the death of Lu Qiming. While Lu Qiming was a prodigy, he was just a youth; Lu Yi was different. He had lived for nearly a hundred years, experienced countless battles, and survived numerous brushes with death. He was not a mere brat like Lu Qiming, so how could he have been slain so easily?

Even Lu Hengyuan, the Lu family head, who had been looking for an opportunity to strike, was left dumbfounded, forgetting to release the ball of spiritual energy he had been charging in his hand.

Lu Yi was a Great Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator whose strength was, in some aspects, no different from that of a Golden Core master. In private sparring, Lu Yi could even hold his own against him for a dozen rounds. How could such a powerful figure die so theatrically?

At this moment, the Lu family head felt a pang of regret. He finally realized that he had provoked an unfathomable monster.

As for the many cultivators of Dongji City, their hearts were already shattered with terror. Regardless of how the ensuing battle between Wang Ran and the Lu family head would end, they knew one thing: the ferocious reputation of this youth would spread across the entire Dongji Region!