Chapter 140: The Fall of the Leng Family!
"And who might you be?"
Su Yifan looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with an indifferent gaze.
"You dare to come to the Leng family to kill, yet you don't even know who I am? Should I call you foolish, or simply brainless?"
Leng Yan said expressionlessly. He was already vexed because he couldn't get in touch with Wild Rooster and the others, and now someone had actually the audacity to come to his estate and slaughter people.
Very well,
I shall use you to warm up first!
Hearing this, Su Yifan quickly searched his memories inherited from Leng Hao, instantly recognizing the man's identity.
"So you are the head of the Leng family. What? You don't even recognize me?"
Hearing these words, Leng Yan looked him up and down carefully. After a moment, he said coldly, " brat, what kind of person do you think you are? Are you worthy of my knowing you?"
Seeing that he didn't seem to be putting on an act, Su Yifan suddenly recalled something and burst into laughter.
No wonder they had only sent three men over; so that was how it was.
He genuinely wondered how someone like this had managed to survive until now.
"Brat, what are you laughing at?"
Seeing Su Yifan suddenly burst into laughter, a chilling glare flashed in Leng Yan's eyes.
Damn it!
You've killed so many people in my Leng family.
And yet you're still able to laugh?
Do you truly possess such formidable strength,
or are you simply profoundly ignorant?
"Don't misunderstand. I just suddenly remembered something happy," Su Yifan shook his head.
The next moment.
His gaze gradually turned cold as he said, "Enough, let's not waste any more time. If we're going to fight, make it quick."
"Good grief, in all this time, I have never seen anyone so eager to throw away their life. Very well, since you're in such a rush to be reincarnated, I'll grant your wish!"
With those words.
"Swish!"
Leng Yan's body shifted slightly, and he instantly vanished from where he stood.
The next second.
Reappearing, he had already closed the distance to within a meter of Su Yifan, his fingers curling into sharp claws.
He lashed out with a claw, aiming straight for Su Yifan's throat.
"Brat, remember to keep a lower profile in your next life, otherwise—"
"Otherwise what?"
Su Yifan's indifferent voice rang out abruptly.
Following closely,
he simply raised a hand and grabbed the wrist of the incoming claw strike.
"What?!"
Seeing this, Leng Yan was struck with utter astonishment.
How could this be?
He was a late-stage martial arts grandmaster, and his speed was peerless. How had this person managed to anticipate the move and catch his hand?
Could it be that...
Before he could dwell on it any further.
The next second.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound echoed.
The bones in his entire hand were instantly crushed into fine powder.
"Aah...!!!"
The sudden, excruciating pain caused Leng Yan to let out a miserable scream, beads of cold sweat instantly blanketing his forehead.
"Brat, just who in the world are you... Ugh..."
Leng Yan was about to speak.
Unexpectedly, in the next instant,
Su Yifan reached out and gripped him by the throat, hoisting him into the air.
"Were you about to ask who I am?"
"That's right... who on earth are you? How has the Leng family ever offended you?"
Leng Yan forced the words out with great difficulty.
He tried to channel the internal energy within his body, only to find that there was no response whatsoever.
What kind of divine being was this person?
His strength was truly terrifying!
"Very well, considering that you are about to be a dead man anyway, I'll show some mercy and tell you: I am the one who killed your son."
As soon as these words fell.
Leng Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. "It, it's you! Then Wild Rooster and the others..."
"Are you talking about that little chicken? That's right, they are already waiting for you down below."
The moment Su Yifan finished speaking,
he prepared to snap the man's neck.
Yet, right at that moment,
an intensely imposing voice resounded from deep within the Leng estate:
"Impertinent wretch, unhand my son!"
Just as the voice faded.
"Swish!"
An elderly man clad in a Zhongshan suit flashed out from the courtyard, making no attempt to conceal his formidable martial aura.
He was none other than the former head of the Leng family, Leng Qianqiu.
"Dad, save me!"
Realizing his father had arrived, Leng Yan hurriedly cried out for help.
Wonderful.
Father is here, I'm saved.
Brat!
You want to kill me? You're still far too green.
"Rest assured, my son, with your father here, he—"
"Snap!"
Before Leng Qianqiu could finish his sentence, Su Yifan directly snapped Leng Yan's neck.
"N-No..."
Leng Yan's mouth moved slightly.
He glared at Su Yifan with bloodshot eyes, disbelief completely overwhelming him.
Why?
My old man is right here,
how could you still dare to kill me, you brat?
"M-Master..."
Nearby, the servant who had witnessed his master being killed so casually was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder and fainted on the spot.
"No... my son, this cannot be..."
Leng Qianqiu stood frozen for a few seconds.
The next moment.
His eyes instantly flooded with blood. Staring fixedly at the figure before him, he gritted his teeth and hissed, "You... you killed my son!"
"Don't be too heartbroken. I killed your grandson too,"
Su Yifan said casually, curling his lip.
"What? My grandson, he too—"
"That's right."
"You! Insolent wretch, how dare you?!"
"Boom!"
A violent, tyrannical aura erupted from Leng Qianqiu. Following that, he suddenly clutched his head with both hands and began to laugh maniacally.
"Hahaha..."
"No way? Has he gone mad just like that?"
Sensing the chaotic and erratic martial aura emanating from the old man, Su Yifan could tell he was on the verge of suffering a deviation in his cultivation.
Sure enough,
at that very moment,
Leng Qianqiu's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
"Dead, they're all dead! Then you go die with them, die, DIE!"
As the words left his mouth,
he leaped violently into mid-air, forming claws with both hands, stamped off the empty air, and launched a full-force assault down toward Su Yifan.
"Nine Yin Claws!"
He roared in fury.
His hands were instantly wrapped in a layer of blinding white energy. Moving with blinding speed, it looked as though he had thrown only a few claw strikes, but in reality, dozens of lethal strikes had already been unleashed.
"Oh? Somewhat interesting."
Su Yifan casually tossed Leng Yan's corpse aside, watching Leng Qianqiu's onslaught with a look of mild amusement.
Just as the flurry of attacks was about to land upon him.
"The moves certainly look flashy, but that's all they are."
Su Yifan shook his head.
With a slight shift of his body, he teleported directly behind Leng Qianqiu and brought his foot down heavily upon the old man's spine.
"Bang!"
Struck squarely by the kick, Leng Qianqiu slammed violently into the ground.
One would have thought he was in no condition to continue the fight.
Yet, the next second,
he suddenly burst upward with explosive energy, once again swinging his clawed hands toward Su Yifan.
"Die, go to hell!"
Seeing him in this berserk, Qi-deviated state, Su Yifan suddenly felt a twinge of pity.
"Bang!"
With a single casual sweep of his palm, he smashed the old man's head directly into a fine mist of blood.
"Be a smart man in your next life, and don't provoke just anyone."
Muttering to himself, Su Yifan squatted down to loot whatever valuables they carried on their bodies.
Right at that moment.
"Swish!"
A figure dashed rapidly onto the scene—a middle-aged man.
When the newcomer laid eyes upon the corpses of Leng Qianqiu and his son sprawled across the ground, he froze completely in place.
What?
Leng Qianqiu and Leng Yan were... both dead?!
They were a martial arts grandmaster and a Martial King respectively!
And they had just been killed like this?
To snap himself out of his daze, the middle-aged man vigorously shook his head.
Then,
he pointed a trembling finger at Su Yifan and demanded in a deep voice, "Who on earth are you? How dare you come to the Jinling Leng family to commit murder?"
Hearing a voice that sounded somewhat familiar.
Su Yifan, having finished gathering his spoils, stood up and turned around to look.
"So it's you."
"You know me?"
The middle-aged man found it rather strange that this person recognized him, but in the next second, he was shivering uncontrollably with terror.
"Y-Y-You, it's you!"
"Slap!"
Without wasting any more breath, Su Yifan sent him flying with a single casual backhand slap, then transformed into a streak of light and departed from the scene.