"Let Uncle Qiao go!" Suddenly, an angry young male voice rang out, catching the attention of the governor and his men. They turned to see a boy filled with righteous indignation, and that boy was Rulu.

"Was that you speaking, kid?" The governor scrutinized Rulu. When he realized that Rulu was just a frail seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he felt quite surprised. In all his time as governor, he had never encountered anyone who dared to speak to him like this, especially a young and weak boy.

"Are you deaf or just stupid?!" Rulu said with a grim face, speaking again, "I'll say it one more time, let Uncle Qiao go, you bunch of dog scum!" His voice was not only filled with anger but also laced with strong hatred.

A sinister smile appeared on the governor's face as he stared at Rulu and said, "What’s your name, kid? You’ve got some guts to talk to me like that. Do you want to die?"

"You’re not even qualified to ask me questions." Rulu lifted his face, glaring at the governor. The governor noticed that Rulu's gaze held not only hatred and anger but also a deep contempt. For some reason, the governor felt a chill run down his spine under Rulu's stare, and an inexplicable sense of fear arose within him.

"You’re an ignorant little fool." 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 that mouth of his to never speak again."

Aside from the two men holding Mayor Qiao, the other three strong men quickly approached Rulu, cracking their knuckles. The look in their eyes suggested they wanted to tear Rulu apart. It seemed they wouldn’t rest until they made Rulu pay dearly.

"Run, Rulu!" Nana realized Rulu was in serious trouble. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back, but Rulu shook off Nana's hand, his face darkened as he said, "No, they are the ones who should run—"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce whirlwind suddenly appeared, encircling Rulu, Nana, and Mrs. Qiao. The howling wind swept over the three strong men, causing them to stumble and throwing them outward. With several loud thuds, the three men fell to the ground in a disheveled state and lay there for a while, unable to get up.

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This scene took the governor by surprise. He looked at Rulu with suspicion and said, "How is this possible? Where did this wind come from? Could it be… you summoned this wind? You’re an Ultra-capable?"

"You look like a pig but have some brains after all," Rulu replied with a mocking smile, fixing his gaze on the governor as he slowly said, "If you’re smart, you’ll release Uncle Qiao and leave here. Otherwise, I will make you pay a heavy price!"

"Don’t get too cocky, kid!" the governor shouted, quickly drawing a pistol from his side and aiming it at Rulu, intending to shoot. But just then, there was a loud bang, and the governor's pistol exploded violently in his hand.

The governor screamed, staggering back a few steps, clutching his bloodied hand in pain. He looked at Rulu in panic and said, "Where did you come from? Ordinary people don’t possess such strong Psionic power. Could it be… you’re from the Sanctuary?"

"From the Sanctuary?" Rulu replied with a disgusted smile, speaking in a low voice, "No, I’m not from the Sanctuary; I’m here to destroy the Sanctuary."

"Destroy the Sanctuary?!" The governor was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Are you crazy? You want to destroy the Sanctuary? Do you know the Sanctuary is eternal? Even if the world perishes, the Sanctuary will not be destroyed, because the Sanctuary is the world of gods. Everyone living in the Sanctuary is a god, and the Emperor of the Sanctuary is the sole ruler of this world. Only the Emperor can grant us supreme happiness and eternal life!"

As the governor spoke, deep reverence appeared on his face, and influenced by him, the other five strong men began to chant, "Long live the Sanctuary! Long live the Emperor!"

"You people think you deserve happiness and eternal life?" Rulu said with a look of disgust. As he spoke, he took out a watermelon-sized water bottle from his backpack and opened the cap.

"In my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of filthy maggots. You should suffer for eternity, dying in endless pain and despair. That is what you truly deserve!"

"I’ll kill you!" One of the strong men was enraged by Rulu’s words. He shouted and pulled out his pistol, aiming to shoot Rulu.

Unfazed, Rulu swung his arm, throwing the water from the bottle. At that moment, something strange happened: the water that spilled from the bottle didn’t fall to the ground but instead floated in the air, rapidly coalescing into a one-meter-long, crystal-clear ice sword.

With a whoosh, the ice sword shot through the air, speeding toward the man who was about to shoot Rulu. It sliced across the man's neck, cutting a long gash as blood gushed out. The man screamed, clutching his neck, and collapsed to the ground, struggling a few times before going still.