Although the person in front of him was only at the sixth level of the demigod stage, Yan Dehou couldn't quite gauge Qiao Yu's true strength.

As the saying goes, caution is the parent of safety. These underlings were just a bunch of useless trash. If he wanted, he could recruit a large batch at any time.

In Copper Coin City alone, countless people were eager to join his Guiyuan Gang.

"Shake hands and make peace? Okay, give me your hand." Qiao Yu smiled amiably and reached out his hand to Yan Dehou.

Looking at the fair palm, the corner of Yan Dehou's eye twitched involuntarily, his beady eyes filled with apprehension.

He still vividly remembered the scene where the bear-man's paw was crushed.

"Little brother, let's skip the handshake. How about we each take a step back, you leave, and we'll pretend nothing happened today?" Yan Dehou said.

"You won't shake my hand? I understand. My uncle said that anyone who doesn't shake my hand is an enemy! If you don't shake my hand, you have a death wish!"

Qiao Yu glared fiercely. Today, he would kill every single member of this Guiyuan Gang!

Yan Dehou was stunned by this inexplicable reason.

Is your uncle really a carbon-based life form? Not shaking hands makes you an enemy? What kind of bizarre thought process is that?

"Are you toying with me?!" Yan Dehou's beady eyes were filled with anger.

"Since you refuse to leave, then don't leave!"

Yan Dehou flew into the sky, then drew a five-foot-long broadsword and slashed down at Qiao Yu.

The sharp, majestic sword energy split straight down. With Yan Dehou's peak demigod stage power, everyone in the city couldn't help but look up.

"Heavens, isn't that Yan Dehou, the leader of the Guiyuan Gang? Who is he fighting?"

"I don't know, but anyone who dares to provoke Yan Dehou, a peak demigod, is dead for sure!"

"That's right, Yan Dehou isn't just any peak demigod. His sword intent has reached a transcendent level. Unless a pseudo-god personally takes action, no demigod dares to say they can confidently defeat him!"

Before the crowd's discussion could finish, Yan Dehou fell!

To everyone's astonishment, a black meteor shot up into the sky and collided with Yan Dehou.

Yan Dehou let out a miserable cry and plummeted from the sky.

Everyone in Copper Coin City was stunned as if struck by lightning.

The Yan Dehou they had just been praising was defeated with a single blow?

What exactly was that black meteor that could knock Yan Dehou down directly? What kind of monster was that?

Yan Dehou, who had fallen heavily to the ground, had fear written all over his beady eyes. He twisted and turned backward like a plump, fat grub.

"I... I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'm willing to follow you in the future, to be your slave, to serve you wholeheartedly, please don't kill me!"

"It's not my fault, it was Wang Yuan, that bastard, who tricked you into coming here. Please don't kill me, I'm innocent!"

Yan Dehou begged desperately. He had realized that he had provoked a real monster.

The Guiyuan Gang members groaning on the ground in the courtyard were also ashen-faced. Even the leader of the Guiyuan Gang had been defeated, what hope did they have?

But then, on second thought, their minds became active again. What if this young man only killed Yan Dehou?

That's right! This young man must want to kill Yan Dehou and become the leader of the Guiyuan Gang himself. Only this could explain why he only crippled them but didn't kill them!

The Guiyuan Gang members instantly saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Do you want to live very much?" Qiao Yu tilted his head slightly and asked Yan Dehou with a smile.

"Yes! Master, I do!" Yan Dehou nodded desperately.

"Since you want to live so much... then how about we play a game!" Qiao Yu revealed a gentle smile. "If you win, you live. If you lose, you die."

Yan Dehou's beady eyes were filled with terror, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Wha... what game, master?"

"The rules of the game are very simple." Qiao Yu casually ignited the corpse of the bear-man, and hellfire began to burn from his toes. "Before this person is burned to ashes, you can't make any sound."

Yan Dehou glanced at the bear-man. At the current burning speed, it would probably take only a quarter of an hour to burn completely.

"Okay! Master, I'll play! I'll play!" Yan Dehou nodded repeatedly.

"Good." Qiao Yu smiled. "Then, let the game begin."

The Guiyuan Gang members lying in the courtyard couldn't help but temporarily forget their pain, and looked up at Qiao Yu eagerly. They also wanted to know what kind of game it was.

Qiao Yu expressionlessly pulled a metal rod from the large iron cage, then rubbed his hand, and several thin, long metal skewers appeared.

Then, he inserted a metal skewer into the nail seam of Yan Dehou's index finger, and then slammed it against the wall.

"Ugh!!!"

Yan Dehou suddenly raised his head, his forehead veins bulging, covered in cold sweat, and gritted his teeth tightly. He writhed wildly on the ground like a mad dog, but didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

A wisp of blood flowed down the corner of Yan Dehou's mouth, and he shattered one of his molars.

But even so, Yan Dehou didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

He clearly remembered that he had to remain silent in order to survive.

"Huh? He actually endured it?" A look of shock appeared on Qiao Yu's face. This time he wasn't pretending, he was really shocked.

It had to be said that this Yan Dehou was very eager to survive, and he could even endure this level of pain without crying out.

"Then I'll continue."

This time, Qiao Yu chose Yan Dehou's right big toe, inserted the metal skewer in the same way, and kicked it hard against the wall.

"Ugh ugh ugh!!!!!"

In that instant, Yan Dehou's eyeballs were instantly bloodshot, his entire face flushed red, and he twitched frantically like someone having an epileptic seizure.

He curled up into a ball for a while, and then straightened his body like a fish dying of thirst, as if only in this way could he relieve the pain in his body.

The Guiyuan Gang members lying in the courtyard were completely terrified at this time. Looking at the seemingly harmless young man in front of them, they realized that this young man was the real devil.

Compared to this young man, Yan Dehou was as well-behaved as a kindergarten child.

Looking at Yan Dehou's miserable state, Qiao Yu's face didn't show any expression. He didn't feel any sympathy for this kind of scum.

Then, every toe and every finger of Yan Dehou's was visited by the metal skewers. Yan Dehou's pupils were bloodshot, he shattered seven or eight molars, and blood kept flowing from his mouth.

At this time, the corpse of the bear-man was finally completely burned to ashes by the hellfire.

Yan Dehou, who was like a dead man, suddenly moved, and a light appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth, spat out a dozen broken teeth, and said with some surprise.

"Ma... master, I won the game. I didn't cry out."

Yan Dehou couldn't help but burst into tears. He finally saw a glimmer of hope for survival, but at this moment, a gentle voice, like the whisper of a demon, rang in his ears, causing him to feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Really? But if you win, I lose. If I lose, I'll be unhappy. If I'm unhappy, then you still have to die!" Qiao Yu said with a smile.

"But master! You clearly said that if I won, you would let me live!" Yan Dehou's beady eyes were filled with terror.

"I lied to you."