Chapter 127: My Son Yifan Possesses the Qualities of an Unrivaled Prodigy

"It's Young Master Su! Young Master Su has made his move!"

Yang Junchen was overjoyed. Although he hadn't yet seen Young Master Su fight a Martial Emperor in person, the young man had previously eliminated the mid-stage Martial Emperor expert backing the Shadow Flow sect. The person before them had easily defeated Elder Chen, an early-stage Martial Emperor, so his strength was likely at the mid-stage or even late-stage Martial Emperor level. Seen in this light, Young Master Su's chances of winning were quite high.

Su Yifan arrived in the sky, reached out to support Chen Jing’s back, and curled his lip. "You’re not dead yet, are you?"

Chen Jing was severely injured and unable to fight any longer. Upon hearing Su Yifan’s words, he wasn't offended; instead, he managed a faint smile. "I'm alright. I’m not dying yet."

"As long as you're not dead, that's fine." Su Yifan tapped a few points on his body and then used a burst of energy to slowly lower him to the ground.

"Elder Chen, are you alright?" Yang Junchen caught him and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just some internal injuries." Chen Jing shook his head, his gaze immediately turning back to the sky.

At the same time, Su Zhengguo and his wife arrived at the scene. They had been cultivating when they sensed the combat fluctuations in the estate, so they had immediately stopped and rushed over.

"We aren't quite sure ourselves..." Yang Junchen briefly summarized what had happened.

After listening, Su Zhengguo sighed in relief and said dismissively, "Is that all? It's nothing. My son Yifan possesses the qualities of an invincible warrior."

As soon as he spoke, Zhang Hong couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Chen Jing and Yang Junchen felt a row of black lines appear on their foreheads, both speechless. Forget it. The son was his; if he wasn't worried, why should they be?

...

High above, Su Yifan reached the same altitude as the blood-robed old man and said flatly, "Old man, if I were you, I would have hidden away to live out my days instead of traveling thousands of miles just to throw your life away."

"Boy, I must say, you are the most arrogant person I have ever met."

"Oh? And so?" Su Yifan shrugged, unimpressed.

The blood-robed old man’s gaze turned vicious. "So, you will also be the quickest one to die by my hand."

As the words fell, he launched a palm strike. The giant hand from before reappeared, hurtling toward Su Yifan. Although it was merely a casual strike, its power was not to be underestimated.

In his view, the young man before him was so young that his strength could not possibly be that of a Martial Emperor. Having wiped out the entire Blood Yin Sect single-handedly, he must be at the Martial King level. And this palm strike was enough to easily kill even a Martial King.

"You think you can kill me with this? Don't you think a bit too highly of yourself?" Su Yifan waved his hand.

*Boom!*

The giant descending palm exploded instantly, vanishing into smoke.

Seeing this, Chen Jing and the others below were struck with terror. Chen Jing was the most shocked of all, as he had fought the old man and knew his approximate strength. To have been so easily wounded, the old man’s strength was surely no less than a mid-stage Martial Emperor, and very likely late-stage or even peak Martial Emperor. He himself had suffered heavy internal injuries from that very palm strike, yet Su Yifan had shattered it with ease. Only now did he realize he had far underestimated the young man's power. It was truly a blessing for the Xia Kingdom to have such a talent!

"Good lad, it seems I underestimated you." Seeing his casual strike thwarted, a hint of appreciation appeared in the old man's eyes. "Boy, I see you have a unique bone structure; you are a martial arts prodigy. It would be a pity to kill you just like that."

"How about this? As long as you acknowledge me as your master and become my personal disciple, not only will I spare your life, but I will pass on everything I have learned to you. What do you say?" The destruction of the Blood Yin Sect was a done deal, but if he could take this boy as his disciple, given his aptitude, his future achievements would be limitless—far beyond what a small Blood Yin Sect could offer.

"Take me as your disciple?" Su Yifan looked at him with indifference.

"Correct. Join my sect, and once you have mastered my teachings, your future achievements will surpass mine." The blood-robed old man spoke proudly. He was now at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, just one step away from becoming a Martial Venerable. If he could recruit such a talented disciple, his sect would surely become world-renowned. By then, whenever people mentioned the Blood Yin Sect, they would think of him, the ancestor. That would be satisfying indeed!

Seeing the man so conceited, Su Yifan couldn't help but scoff. "Has no one ever told you that you are a bit too full of yourself?"

"Boy, what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you are trash." Su Yifan said nonchalantly.

"You..." The old man was incensed. "Fine. Since you refuse a toast only to drink to your own demise, don't blame me for striking you down here."

He finished speaking and his hands moved in a rapid series of seals. Suddenly, the entire sky began to tremble.

A moment later, a massive, blood-red claw tore through the void above his head. A thick, bloody aura filled the air for a hundred meters, and the atmosphere grew heavy.

Watching such a powerful strike, Chen Jing and the others in the Su estate couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Elder Chen, can Young Master Su win?" Yang Junchen asked excitedly.

"I don't know." Chen Jing shook his head. This strike was several times more powerful than the one that had defeated him; even he was no longer certain.

"Zhengguo, can Yifan handle this?" Zhang Hong asked, watching the scene above with tension.

"It will be fine. Yifan has the qualities of an invincible warrior." Su Zhengguo gripped his fists tightly. To avoid worrying his wife, he maintained a calm expression, but inwardly, he couldn't help but feel concerned.

...

Meanwhile, the blood-robed old man spoke again. "Boy, I will give you one last chance. Will you acknowledge me as your master?"

Su Yifan picked at his ear and said irritably, "If you're going to fight, just do it. Don't be such a sissy."

"Fine! You asked for this!"

"Go!" The old man shouted. The blood claw flew out, descending upon Su Yifan with unstoppable force.

Just then, Yang Junchen’s voice rang out from below: "Young Master Su, wreck him!"

Su Yifan felt a wave of embarrassment at the remark. He ignored it and slowly raised his right hand. "Making such a scene—anyone who didn't know better would think you were filming a movie."

As soon as he finished speaking, *Swish!* A sword gleam flashed from his fingertips as he slashed out!

A sword aura, dozens of meters wide, cut across the sky, heading straight for the blood claw!

*Boom!*

With a thunderous roar, the sword aura struck the claw, instantly slicing it in two.