Chapter 11: Then I’ll Make Sure You Can’t Even Become a Ghost

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession. Three bullets were fired, heading straight for Su Yifan’s head.

“Kid, be smarter in your next life,” Wang Xiong said with a mocking grin.

Although he’d lost a few elders, as long as this enormous threat was eliminated, it was worth it.

The enforcers fixed their eyes on Su Yifan, eager to see him shot dead.

But in the next instant, a scene unfolded that left every one of them dumbfounded.

The three bullets, upon reaching less than ten centimeters from Su Yifan’s face, halted in mid-air.

They advanced no further, nor did they fall. They simply froze before him.

“What… What? How is this possible?!”

Wang Xiong’s smile disappeared abruptly, replaced by shock and utter disbelief.

“No, this isn’t real. This isn’t real! I don’t believe it! Ahhh!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a furious roar, Wang Xiong again pulled the trigger, emptying the remaining three bullets toward Su Yifan.

Convinced this time the kill was certain, he watched as, to his utter despair, the bullets stopped once more—just as before.

At that moment, Wang Xiong was utterly stupefied.

How could this be? Not even a martial master could withstand bullets—how had he done it?

Was he not a martial master… but a grandmaster?

The enforcers, too, were dumbstruck.

Is this guy cheating? How is anyone supposed to fight against that?

“Are you done playing?” Su Yifan glanced at Wang Xiong with icy indifference.

At the sound of Su Yifan’s cold, emotionless voice—

Bang!

Wang Xiong’s pistol was wrenched from his grasp and clattered to the floor.

He looked around in a panic, then shouted at his men, “Go! All of you—kill him!”

But not a single one moved.

They exchanged nervous glances; no one dared step forward.

Are you kidding? If bullets can’t hurt him, going up there is just suicide. Let someone else try if they want.

“Go! Are you all deaf?” Wang Xiong fumed. “I’ve fed you, housed you, and now you defy me?”

No matter how he raged, the enforcers remained motionless.

At that moment, Su Yifan finally spoke, “You all participated in suppressing the Su family, didn’t you?”

“In that case—then die.”

As his words fell, a bullet shot forth, whistling through the air, sweeping across more than twenty enforcers.

It passed through the crown of each man’s head as if nothing could stop it, then returned to hover before Su Yifan.

The bullet floated in mid-air, a single drop of fresh blood sliding from its surface to the floor.

A second later—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Bodies crashed to the ground in quick succession. In less than thirty seconds, every enforcer had fallen, dead where they stood.

In an instant, only Wang Xiong remained in the Wang family’s grand hall.

“Devil… you’re a devil!” Wang Xiong was terrified out of his wits.

He wanted to flee, but his legs were paralyzed with fear, as if glued to the floor.

“A devil? Heh…” Su Yifan laughed coldly. “When you oppressed and threatened the Su family over an object, who was the devil then?”

Swish! Swish!

Two bullets shot out, piercing Wang Xiong’s kneecaps.

“Ahhh!” Wang Xiong screamed, collapsing to his knees.

“And when you had Long Batian murder my grandfather for that object, who was the devil then?”

Even as his words faded—

Swish! Swish!

Two more bullets flew, this time shattering Wang Xiong’s hands.

“My hands! My hands!” His agonized cries echoed through the Wang household, but Wang Xiong, though in excruciating pain, remained upright through sheer will.

Suddenly, Wang Xiong realized something from Su Yifan’s words. Alarmed, he blurted, “What did you say—Su Huai-min was your grandfather?”

He quickly recognized the man before him as the very Su family youth he’d sent people to kill five years ago.

“You… you’re Su Yifan?!”

“What’s the matter? Didn’t expect me to return?” Su Yifan replied with a mocking tone.

As he finished speaking, the last two bullets whistled out, piercing Wang Xiong’s shoulders but sparing his life.

“Ahhh!” Wracked by agony, Wang Xiong finally collapsed to the floor.

Just then—

“Dad!”

A voice called out from behind Su Yifan.

He turned to see a vaguely familiar face.

“It’s you!”

At last, Su Yifan recognized him. It was the wealthy young man whose hand he’d broken five years ago for harassing his sister.

So he belonged to the Wang family.

“Dad, what happened? Dad!” Wang Teng, seeing his father lying in a blood-soaked heap, turned his gaze to Su Yifan.

“It’s you! How dare you hurt my father—pay with your life!”

With that, he charged at Su Yifan, fist raised.

“No, don’t! Teng’er, run!” Wang Xiong, nearly fainting from pain, heard his son’s voice and, raising his eyelids, saw his son had returned at the worst possible time.

“Su Yifan, please… please, don’t hurt my son…”

Wang Xiong’s weak plea drifted out.

Su Yifan ignored him. Reaching out, he seized Wang Teng by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

“Let… let me go! Do you know who I am?” Wang Teng struggled in the air, gasping.

“What’s wrong? After just five years, Young Master Wang doesn’t recognize me?” Su Yifan sneered.

At those words, Wang Teng fixed his gaze on Su Yifan.

A moment later, his expression changed dramatically. “You… you’re Su Yifan? How can this be? Weren’t you already dead five years ago?”

Impossible. He was supposed to be dead! But then why…?

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Su Yifan said, then suddenly grew serious. “Tell me—was that incident five years ago your family’s doing?”

At these words, Wang Teng immediately recalled that event. Indeed, it had been orchestrated by the Wang family, but he would never admit it.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wang Teng feigned ignorance.

But such a poor performance could never fool Su Yifan.

“Very well. Since you won’t speak, I’ll get the answer my way.”

“Soul Search!”

As he spoke, Wang Teng’s soul was plunged into an endless abyss, where Su Yifan appeared within his spiritual world.

Having extracted the memories he wanted, Su Yifan ended the soul search.

Now, Wang Teng was barely alive.

“Teng’er… what happened to you?” Wang Xiong, seeing his son on the verge of death, pressed his head to the ground, struggling to prop himself up.

“Don’t waste your strength,” Su Yifan said, tightening his grip.

Bang!

Wang Teng instantly exploded into a mist of blood.

“No…no! Teng’er! My son!” Wang Xiong watched helplessly as his child was reduced to a bloody vapor. With a furious roar, he summoned all his remaining strength to rise at last.

But it was too late—his son was dead, and the killer stood before him.

“Su Yifan! You killed my son! I’ll haunt you, even as a ghost!”

Blood spurted from Wang Xiong’s mouth as rage consumed him.

“Haunt me, even as a ghost?” Su Yifan sneered, grabbing Wang Xiong’s head in his hand. “Then I’ll make sure you can’t become even a ghost!”

With that, Su Yifan performed the soul search once more.

When he finished, he squeezed.

Bang—

Wang Xiong’s body, along with his soul, was utterly crushed—destroyed for all eternity, never to be reborn.