Can you make me bleed?

"Alright, we'll drop you off here."

Two martial artists dressed in black, with even colder demeanors and eyes as sharp as iron tools, blocked Dean's car.

Seeing this, Dean didn't say much.

Philia, unable to wait, opened the rear door and got out, carrying the handy tools she'd need for today's interview. This Western beauty, dressed in a high-necked long dress, pushed the door open and stepped out, exuding a unique charm. Even amidst the noisy crowd of guests and the vibrant display of women, this cold, alluring, and charming Western flower stood out.

Huh?

Why are there so many people here? There aren't many monsters created by that devil in this area, but there seem to be quite a few women, and they all look familiar. Did everyone else come to assassinate their wives for the plan, besides me?

Dean, secretly observing from the car, was puzzled.

He was about to turn the car around to leave.

But his eyes suddenly widened.

His car was lifted directly by the martial artists flanking it, its tires dangling in the air, completely immobilized. The martial artist lifting the car smiled and spoke to Dean inside, "You impudent blonde devil, the Immortal Master hasn't said you can leave yet."

With that, before Dean could react, a thick arm, like a python's coil, smashed through the car window. Amidst Dean's screams, like a little girl having her skirt lifted, he was swiftly dragged out of the car! Dean struggled and resisted with all his might, but the arm holding him wasn't like flesh and blood; it felt more like terrifying steel machinery!

Bang!

Dean, weighing over 200 pounds, was dragged out and then unceremoniously thrown. The next moment, he landed squarely on the marble floor of the flower bed, the impact making his vision go black from the pain.

When Dean finally managed to catch his breath and get a clear look at his surroundings, he almost exploded with rage.

Lan Yi was right in front of him.

He lay there like a toad, while Lan Yi, as usual, didn't hold back his displays of power in front of others. He floated effortlessly off the ground, looking down at the lump of flesh thrown before him.

He'd experienced a similar scene before his rebirth.

He had to admit, fate was a truly wondrous thing.

As long as you were significant enough, you naturally formed a web of karma. Even if time restarted, some familiar events would still replay before your eyes.

"You..." Dean was in too much pain to speak or even crawl.

He vaguely guessed that their plan had been leaked, but he dared not dwell on it.

A few seconds later.

Philia, with her elegant and grand demeanor, suddenly walked up to Lan Yi. In full view of everyone, her cold and beautiful face broke into a smile. She stood on tiptoe and then abruptly pulled out an object, stabbing it towards Lan Yi's shoulder.

The gleaming metal object in her hand was dazzling in the sunlight.

This sudden attack caught everyone off guard. Many of the female guests, invited or who had come voluntarily that day, cried out in surprise or simply closed their eyes, not wanting to witness what was about to happen.

Swish~

The dagger instantly pierced Lan Yi's shoulder.

Dean, still lying on the ground, was overjoyed. Success! The crucifix dagger blessed by the Vatican Bishop, this evil sorcerer should now suffer a painful death!

However, that was not the case.

Lan Yi, who had been so easily stabbed in the shoulder, didn't move. The martial artists on patrol nearby also didn't intervene. Even some of the faction members and reporters present showed no change in expression.

It was clearly planned.

Philia let go of the dagger.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the crucifix dagger, which seemed to have pierced Lan Yi's shoulder, dissolved into countless fine grains of sand, imperceptible to the naked eye, within streams of silvery-white light. The tip of the dagger had long since turned into iron sand, making it appear as if the dagger had actually penetrated his shoulder.

Nansheng Sect Daoist Arts · Gengjin Sword Qi.

The Gengjin Sword Qi refined by Lan Yi dispersed like dust and gathered like silver sand. Its simple cutting effect was already terrifying. Ordinary metal objects would be instantly shredded into powder by the protective Daoist Arts if they got too close, becoming sustenance for the Gengjin Sword Qi!

Let alone a mere dagger.

If Cang Hua had set up the formation in advance, Lan Yi could have ignored being shot by a machine gun.

"Poison, daggers, bed stabbings, sniper shots, explosives, suicide bombers, and I heard you even planned to bring in naval artillery."

The Gengjin Sword Qi around Lan Yi gathered but didn't disperse, condensed but not released, moving like living creatures, coiling and circling above Dean's head. The terrifying sharpness forced Dean to remain completely still.

"All these methods, except for the naval artillery which I can't demonstrate on the spot."

"I can actually try the others."

"Let's see what methods it takes for mortals like you to harm me, to make me bleed."

"By the way, does the god you believe in, bleed?"

Lan Yi's voice was incredibly loud, as if a loudspeaker was amplifying his words, which seemed arrogant but perfectly matched his status, reaching everyone nearby.

Everyone's gaze towards him was filled with fervent admiration.

Displaying his power, constantly showing off.

This was the fastest way for Lan Yi to conquer the hearts of people in this era. He was more generous than the ethereal gods, and more terrifying than them. He aimed to cultivate an image of omniscience and invincibility. In this world without psionic cultivators, there was no one yet who could make him bleed in front of others.

Poison?

With everyone watching, Lan Yi swallowed the poison without changing his expression, showing no signs of it taking effect. The Cang Hua and Gengjin Sword Qi had instantly cleared and redirected the poison the moment it entered his mouth.

Assassination in bed?

That wouldn't be easy to stage in broad daylight. Madam Philia, the cold beauty, had already demonstrated with her dagger. This was truly a regret for the reporters. If not for Immortal Master Lan Yi's unintentional display, many female reporters would have offered themselves right then, eager to see who could succeed in assassinating him, or perhaps withstand the Immortal Master's "assassination."

A sniper shot?

After confessing their crimes, the Martial Artists directly opened fire on Lan Yi with machine guns. Amidst the screams and gasps of the crowd, Lan Yi, completely unharmed, raised his hand and turned all the forcibly suspended bullets into dust!

Explosives?

Several Indian assassins, still confused about what was happening and reeking of curry, were thrown before Lan Yi, clutching grenades and explosive packs.

These dim-witted, lustful, and incompetent cousins of gorillas were stunned at first, and then, under Dean's furious reprimands... they chose to flee, selling out their masters without hesitation.

Lan Yi was speechless.

As expected, those Indians who enjoyed unrestricted freedom in their fitness always brought joy.

If they didn't self-destruct and show off their divine powers to the Immortal Master, they would lose their reason for existence.

Even if these Indian assassins, sent to kill him, had eight legs, they couldn't outrun the Martial Artists who moved like the wind. With light leaps and the use of martial skills, the Qi Cultivation Practitioner guards caught up to each assassin in mere blinks of an eye. A swift chop to the neck with their hands ended the lives of these red-headed constables who had committed many evils before.

Afterward.

Amidst a deafening roar of explosions.

Lan Yi, who had withstood the shockwave that tore through steel, the deadly heat, and the shrapnel that destroyed walls, floated out unharmed. His clothes weren't even scorched.

"How about it? Can you make me bleed?"

Returning before Dean, Lan Yi looked down at him like a god overlooking a lamb, his gentle yet icy voice shattering Dean's psychological defenses.