"Let Uncle Qiao go!" Suddenly, an angry young male voice rang out. This caught the attention of the Governor and his men, who all turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw an indignant young man—it was Rulu.

  "Were you the one speaking just now, boy?" The Governor carefully examined Rulu. When he discovered Rulu was just a thin seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, he was quite surprised. In all his time as Governor, he had never seen anyone dare to speak to him like that, especially such a young and frail teenager.

  "Are you deaf or just stupid?!" Rulu said, his face dark. "I'll say it again: let Uncle Qiao go, you pack of mongrels!" His voice was not just filled with anger but also with intense hatred.

  The Governor's face showed a ferocious smile as he glared at Rulu and said, "What's your name, kid? You've got some nerve talking to me like that. Are you looking to die?"

  "You're not worthy of questioning me," Rulu raised his face, looking down at the Governor. The Governor noticed that Rulu's gaze contained not only hatred and anger but also deep contempt. For some reason, the Governor felt uneasy under Rulu's gaze, and a sense of fear arose in his heart.

  "Foolish boy who doesn't know death," the Governor was somewhat provoked by Rulu. He turned to his subordinates and shouted, "What are you standing around for? Go teach this kid a lesson! I want him to never be able to speak again."

  Except for the two men holding Mayor Qiao, the other three strong men quickly approached Rulu. They cracked their knuckles, looking at Rulu as if they wanted to tear him apart alive. It seemed they wouldn't rest until they killed Rulu today.

  "Run, Rulu!" Nana realized Rulu had caused big trouble. She grabbed his hand, pulling him back, but Rulu shook off her hand and said darkly, "No, they're the ones who should run—"

  As soon as he finished speaking, a violent whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Rulu, Nana, and Mrs. Qiao. The howling windstorm struck the three strong men, making them lose their balance and throwing them outward. With several thuds, the three men fell to the ground quite awkwardly and couldn't get up for a long time.

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  This scene was completely unexpected to the Governor. He looked at Rulu with confusion and doubt, saying, "How can this be? Where did this wind come from? Could it be... did you summon this wind? Are you an Ultra-capable?"

  "You look like a pig, but you have some brains after all," Rulu's face showed a mocking smile as he stared at the Governor and slowly said, "If you're smart, you'll release Uncle Qiao right now and leave. Otherwise, I'll make you pay a heavy price!"

  "Don't be too arrogant, kid!" The Governor shouted, quickly drawing a gun from his body. He aimed it at Rulu, intending to shoot, but just then, with a loud "bang," the Governor's gun exploded violently, shattering in his hand.

  The Governor screamed in pain, stepping back several paces, painfully clutching his bloodied hand. He looked at Rulu in shock and said, "Where are you from, kid? Ordinary people don't have such strong Psionic power. Could it be... are you from Sanctuary?"

  "From Sanctuary?" Rulu's face bore a hateful smile as he said in a low voice, "No, I'm not from Sanctuary. I am the one who will destroy Sanctuary."

  "Destroy Sanctuary?!" The Governor was stunned, then laughed incredulously, saying loudly, "Are you insane, boy? You want to destroy Sanctuary? Don't you know Sanctuary is immortal? Even if the world ends, Sanctuary will not be destroyed. Sanctuary is the realm of gods; those who live in Sanctuary are gods, and the Emperor of Sanctuary is the only ruler of this world. Only the Emperor can grant us supreme happiness and bestow upon us eternal, immortal life!"

  As the Governor spoke, his face showed deep reverence. Influenced by him, the other five strong men also shouted, "Long live Sanctuary! Long live the Emperor!"

  "Are you people worthy of happiness and immortality?" Rulu said with disgust. As he spoke, he took out a watermelon-sized flask from his backpack and opened the lid.

  "In my eyes, you're just filthy maggots. You should be tortured forever, dying in endless pain and despair. That's what you deserve!"

  "I'll kill you!" One of the strong men was enraged by Rulu's words. He shouted and pulled out a gun, about to shoot Rulu.

  Rulu showed no fear. He waved his arm, throwing water from the flask. Something strange happened—the water from the flask didn't fall to the ground but floated in mid-air, quickly gathering together and transforming into a one-meter-long, crystal-clear ice sword.

  With a "swoosh" sound cutting through the air, the ice sword flew rapidly toward the man who was about to shoot Rulu. It sliced across the man's neck, creating a long cut. Blood gushed from the man's neck as he screamed in pain, clutching his throat before falling to the ground. After struggling a few times, he lay still.