This kid is so scary

"Hahahaha!"

"I never expected our luck to be so good, actually running into you all alone!"

"Yaochi Yiran, give up resisting. We promise to make your death… very pleasurable!"

"…"

Three burly men from the Chiri Sacred Clan let out cruel or lewd hehe laughs.

Yaochi Yiran remained silent, her face extremely grim.

She had already used many of her trump cards but was still just short of being able to escape.

At this point, the only thing she had left to use was her life.

"You damned scum of the Chiri Sacred Clan!"

Yaochi Yiran's eyes gradually turned blood-red. "Even if I die, I, Yaochi Yiran, won't let you off easily!"

As she spoke, she was about to activate a Secret Technique to self-destruct her body and perish together with the three burly men.

"Watch out!"

"She's going for a desperate strike!"

The three Chiri Clan men shed their lewdness, their expressions growing serious.

And right at that moment…

"Haha."

"Why so quick to go for a desperate strike?"

"Don't you know you could try calling for help?"

Two teasing remarks accompanied by a light chuckle reached the ears of the four.

Hearing this voice, Yaochi Yiran's eyes immediately lit up with a bright light!

It's him!

Young Master Su!

Meanwhile, the three muscular men of the Chiri Sacred Clan had a drastic change in expression!

They were only slightly stronger than Yaochi Yiran, relying on a slim advantage to slowly grind her down.

But now the other side actually had reinforcements!

Damn it, why is our luck so rotten!?

"Let's go!"

The leader among the men shouted and was about to retreat.

"Wait!"

"It's that bragging playboy! His cultivation is only at the Martial Emperor Rank!"

Another man glanced at Su Lang and immediately felt relieved, a trace of excitement appearing on his face.

"What?"

"That playboy who insulted our red, yellow, and green at the front lines before?"

The leading Chiri Sacred Clan man's expression shifted, and he immediately abandoned the idea of retreat.

"Hmph!"

"A mere Martial Emperor Rank dares to get involved in a Quasi-God level battle?!"

"If we don't kill you today, we'll write our surnames backwards!"

"…"

The three men hurled insults, exchanged glances, and with tacit understanding, began shifting the battlefield towards Su Lang.

During this, they also remained vigilant to prevent Yaochi Yiran from escaping.

Watching the reactions of these muscular, bald men, Yaochi Yiran inwardly sneered.

Back then, she had sensed a powerful Saint-level aura from Su Lang.

Although she guessed that might not be his true cultivation Realm, perhaps an aura emitted by some treasure.

But regardless, it was a Saint-level method!

Three mere Quasi-God level muscular men would be completely defenseless before a Saint-level method.

At this moment…

The three muscular, bald men had already brought Yaochi Yiran with them to Su Lang's vicinity.

"Haha!"

"Beat him to severe injury, but leave him alive!"

"…"

The faces of the three muscular, bald men revealed perverted smiles of malicious amusement.

"Truly disgusting…"

Su Lang raised an eyebrow and lightly pressed with a single finger.

"Boom!"

One of the muscular, bald men exploded like a giant human-shaped watermelon!

This sudden turn of events instantly made the other two men's souls fly away and spirits scatter!

"He's actually this strong!? How is that possible, he's only Martial Emperor Rank!?"

"Damn it, this young man is as frightening as this! We can't fight him, retreat!"

A single thought flashed through the two men's minds, and they instantly scattered to flee.

Their reaction could be considered swift.

But in Su Lang's eyes, it was still like slow motion.

"Perish."

A terrifying surge of Mental Energy accompanied these three words and descended upon the two muscular, bald men.

Su Lang felt his Mental Energy was like a hammer falling on a cake, effortlessly smashing apart the two men's Seas of Consciousness.

"Ding! You have obtained Medium Grade spirit jade *233, low-grade spirit jade…"

"Ding! You have obtained…"

System notifications sounded, signifying the two men had already turned cold.

Simultaneously, Yaochi Yiran was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed and speechless.

She knew Su Lang must have formidable methods, but she never expected him to so easily instant-kill three Chiri Clan muscular, bald men.

Is this the terror of an Imperial Son-level playboy?