Just watch my lead in a moment.

Seeing the last remaining elder of the Spirit Sword Sect fall dead across from her, Xu Shuyan fell into a state of trance.

Was this truly the Su Yifan she thought she knew?

He was simply too formidable!

"Why did you let him make that phone call just now?" Xie Wei asked, stepping forward.

"Did you really think this matter could be kept under wraps? Besides, a mere Spirit Sword Sect is nothing in my eyes." Su Yifan said nonchalantly.

"A mere Spirit Sword Sect? Do you have any idea how powerful they are?"

Xie Wei was on the verge of fury. She hurriedly said, "According to the intelligence gathered by our Dragon Division, this sect has at least three Martial Emperors!"

"Three Martial Emperors?" Su Yifan frowned upon hearing this.

"How is it? Realizing the gravity of the situation now? The best course of action right now is to..."

Xie Wei was about to urge Su Yifan to take advantage of the time before the enemies arrived to flee and lie low to weather the storm.

However, the very next second.

Su Yifan interrupted her, curling his lip as he said, "Only three Martial Emperors? How utterly boring."

"Only three Martial Emperors, and it's boring? Can you brag any harder?"

Xie Wei looked at Su Yifan with absolute scorn, then said with a deadpan expression:

"Rumor has it that three years ago, the sect master of the Spirit Sword Sect had already broken through to the peak of the Martial Emperor realm. By now, he has very likely crossed the threshold into the Martial Venerable realm."

"And do you know why the Spirit Sword Sect is called the Spirit Sword Sect? It is because this sect possesses a Spirit Artifact."

"Even if that sect master hasn't broken through to the Martial Venerable realm yet, wielding a Spirit Artifact makes him completely a match for a Martial Venerable expert. Su Yifan, do you have any idea what kind of catastrophe you've brought upon yourself?"

Sometimes she truly couldn't fathom it.

Didn't Su Yifan know the meaning of fear?

Why did he always look so indifferent no matter who he faced, as if everyone in the world were mere ants to him?

With such conceit and arrogance, he would sooner or later suffer a bitter loss.

"A Spirit Artifact?"

Su Yifan completely ignored her words, focusing all his attention on those two words: "Spirit Artifact."

He had not expected that this small Spirit Sword Sect would actually possess a Spirit Artifact.

He just wondered what kind of Spirit Artifact it was. If it suited her, he could take it and gift it to his younger sister.

At this thought,

he asked, "Since you know the Spirit Sword Sect has a Spirit Artifact, you must know what kind of artifact it is, right?"

Hearing this,

the corners of Xie Wei's mouth twitched.

What did this mean?

After all that, after she had said so much, all he managed to catch was the term "Spirit Artifact"?

Though deeply exasperated, she still explained:

"Since their sect is called the Spirit Sword Sect, that Spirit Artifact is naturally a sword. I remember the sword is called something... right, it's called Moyuan."

"Moyuan?"

"That's right. Rumor has it that the founding ancestor of the Spirit Sword Sect established the sect relying entirely on this Spirit Artifact named 'Moyuan,'" Xie Wei said.

These were details she had once read in the classified archives of the Dragon Division.

Legend had it that the Spirit Sword Sect had a history spanning nearly a thousand years. In its early days, it belonged to the super first-tier sects.

Later, as the sect's strength gradually failed to keep pace, it fell from the ranks of super first-tier sects to a mere first-tier sect.

And even that status was maintained solely due to the deterrence of this Spirit Artifact. Without it, they would have dropped to a second-tier sect at best.

"Moyuan? Not a bad name."

Su Yifan nodded, a glint gradually appearing in his eyes.

At that moment, Xie Wei suddenly thought of something. Her brows arched in shock as she blurted out:

"You—you couldn't possibly be eyeing this Spirit Artifact, could you?"

"Why not?"

Su Yifan smiled faintly and said,

"Such fine treasures like Spirit Artifacts should belong to those capable of wielding them. It would be a terrible waste to leave it in their hands. Besides, since they are all going to die at my hands shortly, there's nothing wrong with me becoming the new master of this Spirit Artifact, is there?"

"You..."

Xie Wei was left utterly speechless.

You really dare to think about it.

Dying at your hands? Aren't you afraid of blowing the sky apart with your boasting? In a moment, I'd love to see how you plan on killing them.

Just at that moment.

Xu Shuyan raised a hand to point toward the horizon and cried out in alarm, "Yifan! Look over there at the sky! The sky has gone dark!"

Hearing this,

both Su Yifan and Xie Wei followed the direction of her finger.

They saw a vast expanse of heavy, dark clouds rolling toward them from the horizon a thousand meters away.

Beneath those dark clouds,

dozens of tiny figures came into view.

"Yifan, what should we do?"

Xu Shuyan had never witnessed such a terrifying spectacle, and her pretty face had turned somewhat pale with fright.

"It's fine. Just watch how I handle this."

Su Yifan looked calmly at the distant horizon and spoke in an indifferent tone.

As for these trash, if he really made a move, they wouldn't even be worth a single slap.

However, at that very moment.

Su Zhenguo and his wife walked out from the inner courtyard.

"Dad, Mom, why did you come out?" Su Yifan looked at them.

"Your mother and I can't help you with physical action, so we can only come out to cheer you on. Yifan, these people shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" Su Zhenguo asked.

In truth, the two of them had already sensed the aura of battle outside long ago.

It was only because they had been at a critical juncture in their cultivation that they were unable to come out immediately.

However, the timing seemed just right now, allowing them to watch their son display his mighty skills.

"..."

Su Yifan's mouth twitched slightly.

Cheer him on?

Mom and Dad, you two really know how to think outside the box.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me."

Su Yifan nodded and said.

Just as his voice fell.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Dozens of figures flew on swords, arriving above the entrance of the Su residence. At a glance, there were nearly thirty people in total.

At the lead was an elderly man in a black robe with a childlike face and white hair.

This person was none other than Murong Chen, the sect master of the Spirit Sword Sect.

With their arrival, an oppressive aura immediately washed over the area, and the atmosphere grew tense to the extreme.

"Who is the one that killed my daughter, my disciples, and the young master of our sect's elder?"

A booming voice rang out from Murong Chen.

"Your grandfather is right here."

With that,

Su Yifan put his hands behind his back and took a single step forward.

"It's you!"

Recognizing the one who admitted to killing his daughter and his personal disciple Leng Bunan, Murong Chen's gaze narrowed.

The next second,

he tapped his foot lightly.

"Hum!"

His long sword emitted a crisp ring, and then he slowly descended.

The accompanying members of the Spirit Sword Sect followed suit, landing on the ground.

Seeing the pools of blood everywhere,

along with the traces of battle,

Murong Chen raised his eyes slightly, locked his gaze onto Su Yifan, and said in a deep voice, "Brat, hand over the corpses of my daughter and the others immediately!"

"Corpses? You're stepping right on them. Though the blood might have dried up a bit by now, it doesn't matter; we can just pour some water over it later," Su Yifan said calmly.

At this moment,

his gaze was fixed intently on the long sword strapped to the back of the black-robed elder.

Jet-black from end to end, radiating a biting chill.

Could this be the famed Moyuan?