162: Chapter 162 Annihilation, Guards

It took only a few breaths of time.

The originally noisy hall had fallen into complete silence.

A thick scent of blood permeated the air; the floor was covered in severed limbs and broken arms, with not a single intact corpse to be found.

Blood dripped through the cracks in the floor, pooling into dark red puddles on the ground floor.

Chen Ran stood in the center of the pool of blood, shaking the blood off his hands.

...

Beside the railing on the second floor.

Lu Yuzhou's face was deathly pale, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

He stared fixedly at the young man below, his eyes filled with undisguised fear.

How is this possible?

How could this be!

The intelligence clearly stated that this Chen Ran was merely a seventh-grade Prison Officer in the Bone Forging Realm.

Even if he had hidden his strength, at most, he would only be a sixth-grade.

Yet those bandits below were all skilled fighters of the sixth or seventh grade, and there were even a few tough nuts who had attained Major Achievement in hard-body training.

And yet, in front of this man, they couldn't even withstand a single move.

The hell is this, seventh-grade?

Lu Yuzhou instinctively retreated until his back hit the cold wall, snapping him back to reality.

Escape!

Must escape!

This man is a monster.

Just as he was about to turn around, he realized that Chen Ran had raised his head at some point and was quietly looking at him from the base of the stairs.

"Young Master Lu."

Chen Ran's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Lu Yuzhou's ears.

"You said just now that you would ensure I couldn't leave this place?"

Bang!

Chen Ran stomped his foot.

The hard bluestone floor instantly exploded into a large crater, sending gravel flying.

His entire body shot up like a cannonball, instantly covering the distance of over ten meters and landing steadily on the second-floor corridor.

The heavy force shattered the wooden floor.

Lu Yuzhou was so scared that he fell on his butt and scrambled backward, crawling and rolling.

"You... don't come over."

"I am a direct descendant of the Lu Family. If you dare to touch me, the Lu Family will absolutely not let you go!"

Lu Yuzhou's voice trembled as he brought out his greatest trump card.

Chen Ran looked down at him from above, his eyes without the slightest ripple.

"The Lu Family?"

"Are they very impressive?"

Chen Ran couldn't be bothered with nonsense and slowly raised his right hand.

His fingers curled together, forming a palm blade, and he struck toward Lu Yuzhou's neck.

A fierce wind whistled.

Lu Yuzhou closed his eyes in despair, his mind going blank.

It's over.

I'm dead.

Just at this critical moment.

A grey afterimage suddenly swept down from the rafters at the top of the pavilion.

"Stop, don't harm the Young Master!"

Accompanied by a violent shout, a chilling flash of a blade suddenly lit up, slashing toward Chen Ran's arm like a bolt of silk.

The Saber Qi was fierce, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

Chen Ran raised an eyebrow slightly, his palm stopping abruptly in mid-air, and then he flicked his hand back.

Clang.

His finger precisely flicked against the blade's edge.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The grey-clothed man let out a muffled grunt, using the force of the rebound to flip in the air and land steadily in front of Lu Yuzhou.

Chen Ran, however, remained motionless, standing in place and looking ahead.

This was a gaunt old man holding a long, narrow Yanling Saber.

Seeing this old man appear, the previously desperate Lu Yuzhou was instantly overjoyed.

"Uncle Fu!"

Lu Yuzhou acted as if he had grabbed a straw to save his life, scrambling to hide behind the old man.

This was the personal bodyguard his father had secretly arranged to protect him, whose strength was unfathomable.

With Uncle Fu here, his life was saved.

Fear faded, replaced by intense humiliation and anger.

Lu Yuzhou pointed at Chen Ran, his face twisted as he roared.

"Uncle Fu, kill him."

"Tear him into pieces for me!"

"A mere low-level Jailer, daring to act arrogant in front of me!"

Lu Yuzhou regained the arrogance of a noble Young Master, staring at Chen Ran with venomous eyes.

"Chen Ran, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little strength?"

"In front of true heritage, you are nothing but a clown."

Facing Lu Yuzhou's clamoring, Chen Ran just quietly looked at the old man known as Uncle Fu and spoke indifferently:

"A Peak Aperture Condensation Realm bodyguard; it seems your status in your Family is not very high."

The old man known as Uncle Fu held his saber with both hands, acting as if facing a great enemy.

That previous clash, though just a probe, had already made him realize the terror of the young man before him.

That rebound force had numbed his tiger's mouth, and he had almost been unable to hold onto his saber.

"Young man, it is best to be forgiving when one can."

Uncle Fu spoke in a deep voice, trying to stabilize the situation with words.

"Today's matter was my Young Master's recklessness."

"This old man apologizes to you on his behalf."

"If you are willing to stop here, the Lu Family will certainly provide compensation."

Uncle Fu had lived for most of his life and had a sharp eye.

He could not see through Chen Ran's depth, and his intuition told him that if they really fought, he might not win.

Chen Ran shook his head, his tone turning cold.

"Too late."

Before the words fell.

Chen Ran stomped hard on the ground, utilizing the movement technique "Treading Snow Without a Trace," his figure appearing directly in front of Uncle Fu like a teleportation.

Too fast!

Uncle Fu was greatly alarmed and had no time to dodge, only able to instinctively swing his saber toward Chen Ran's neck.

This strike concentrated his life's cultivation.

The blade's light flickered, sharp and unstoppable.

But Chen Ran didn't dodge at all; he ignored the long saber slashing toward his neck and reached out his right hand without warning.

Crack!

The long saber hacked fiercely onto Chen Ran's neck, but it emitted a crisp sound of metal striking metal.

It didn't even leave a white mark.

Uncle Fu widened his eyes in disbelief, but the next moment, a large hand had already tightly gripped his throat.

Like picking up a small chicken, he lifted this Peak Fourth-Grade expert up by force.

"You..."

Uncle Fu's feet dangled in the air, struggling desperately, his hands trying to pry Chen Ran's fingers apart, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; there was no movement.

The intense feeling of suffocation turned his face purple.

Hiding in the back, the wild laughter on Lu Yuzhou's face instantly froze.

He stared blankly at this scene, his brain completely crashing.

In just a single moment,

Uncle Fu... was insta-killed?

Chen Ran held Uncle Fu by the throat with one hand, his eyes indifferent.

"Are you very strong?"

The next moment.

In Chen Ran's palm, a strange, eerie blood-colored light suddenly lit up.

Blood Transformation Great Art!

The Crimson Blood True Qi, like countless greedy venomous snakes, flowed along Chen Ran's fingers and surged frantically into Uncle Fu's body.

"Arghhh—"

Uncle Fu let out a scream of extreme misery.

In Lu Yuzhou's gaze of extreme terror.

Uncle Fu's originally plump body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh, blood, True Qi, and vitality.

All were sucked dry in just a few breaths of time.

Bang.

Chen Ran threw him aside casually.

A skin-and-bones corpse smashed onto the ground beside Lu Yuzhou's feet, breaking into two pieces.

Chen Ran clapped his hands, turned his head, and looked at Lu Yuzhou, who was already paralyzed on the ground from fear.

He looked down at this Lu Family Young Master from above and spoke indifferently.

"Now, is there anyone left who can save you?"