Did you rush over so quickly that you didn't even eat?

"What? This is... my daughter?"

Mu Chen stepped back upon hearing this, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak a coherent sentence.

"Not entirely just your daughter, there are a few other fellows as well," Su Yifan replied flatly.

Hearing these words, Mu Chen's expression sank to the absolute bottom.

Mu Xue was the only child he had fathered in his forties, so over the years, he had poured his entire heart and soul into this daughter.

And now, she had been killed?

Along with his disciple, Leng Bufan—a promising talent he had managed to find with great difficulty just a few years ago.

Over the past six years, under his meticulous guidance, the young man had gradually grown into his own. He had originally planned to let Leng Bufan take over his position in a few years, but he never expected that all these hopes would be completely shattered.

At this moment, an old man in gray robes stepping out from behind Mu Chen said, "Sect Master, please restrain your grief. Now is not the time to mourn; we must kill this brat to avenge Xue'er."

The speaker was Liu Zhen, the Second Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect. He had watched Mu Xue grow up, and over the years, he had treated her almost as his own granddaughter. Now that such a lovely young girl was simply gone, his heart ached terribly.

"Right, kill him! We must kill him!" Mu Chen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled himself together.

"Sect Master, leave this punk to me. Let me capture him alive."

As his voice fell, Liu Zhen took a step forward. He truly wanted to kill the boy with a single sword strike, but he couldn't do that just yet. Although he couldn't take the boy's life immediately, he had no problem severing all four of his limbs—it would at least be something done for young Mu Xue.

"Brat, you killed Xue'er. Today, I will break your limbs and let you know exactly what kind of people you have provoked!"

With that, his body shuddered, and the long sword at his back instantly leaped from its scabbard into his hand.

"Break my limbs? I'm standing right here. Let's see how you plan to do it."

Su Yifan remained completely unconcerned, his expression serene as he kept his hands clasped behind his back.

"Ignorant child, taste my blade!"

Liu Zhen covered dozens of meters in a single step, appearing right in front of Su Yifan in the blink of an eye, slashing downward at Su Yifan's arm.

"Yifan!"

Zhang Hong, Xu Shuyan, and Xie Wei watched in extreme tension, whereas Su Zhenguo remained entirely calm.

At that exact moment—

*Clang!*

Liu Zhen's sword struck Su Yifan's arm, producing a crisp metallic sound, yet it completely failed to sever the limb.

"What? Impossible!"

Seeing this, Liu Zhen's face drained of color. How could this be? Even a Martial King realm expert couldn't withstand his sword strike head-on, yet this young man had blocked it purely with his physical body. Just what kind of cultivation level did he possess?

"What? You couldn't even cut my clothes. Did you come here in such a rush that you forgot to eat?" Su Yifan asked, completely relaxed and unruffled.

"Brat... don't you dare be arrogant!"

Liu Zhen withdrew his sword, channeled a surge of inner qi into the blade, and slashed down once more.

*Clang!*

Another crisp ring echoed through the air. The outcome remained identical to before—it couldn't scratch Su Yifan in the slightest.

"How can this be?" Liu Zhen was dumbfounded. Refusing to believe his eyes, he pulled the sword back to prepare for a third strike.

However, Su Yifan did not afford him another chance. He reached out with two fingers and directly clamped them onto the blade.

"You..." Liu Zhen started to speak.

Before he could finish, Su Yifan applied a tiny bit of force, snapping the long sword cleanly in two.

"You swung at me twice, so I'll return one strike. That's fair, isn't it?"

As the words fell—

*Whoosh!*

Su Yifan flicked the fragment of the broken blade from his hand, shooting it straight toward Liu Zhen's throat.

"You think you can hurt me? Kid, I'm not looking down on you, but you still need a lot more training."

Liu Zhen smiled faintly. He waved the remaining hilt of his sword, attempting to deflect the incoming projectile.

*Clang!*

A sharp chime rang out. The broken sword in Liu Zhen's hand shattered completely, while Su Yifan's blade fragment continued unimpeded toward his throat.

The next second—

*Splat!*

The blade fragment pierced straight through Liu Zhen's neck, and even cleanly went through the forehead of an outer sect elder standing not far behind him.

"Im... pos... sible..."

Liu Zhen managed to force out his final words. Immediately afterward—

*Thud! Thud!*

Two bodies hit the ground.

Witnessing this, Su Zhenguo and the others instantly beamed with joy.

"That's my boy! Absolute perfection!" Su Zhenguo cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.

At that moment, he couldn't help daydreaming about the day he would finally master his own cultivation. When that time came, whoever dared mess with the Su family would answer to him!

Meanwhile, across the clearing, Mu Chen and the remaining elders of the Spirit Sword Sect were stunned into speechlessness.

How was this possible? The Second Elder was actually dead? This was an expert in the early stage of the Martial Emperor realm! He had been killed in an instant?

"No, Second Elder!"

Mu Chen quickly flashed over to Liu Zhen's side to inspect him, only to find that the man had already lost all breath, his eyes wide open in dying grievance.

"Old Er!"

At that moment, another figure rushed over.

This newcomer was the First Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, named Gong Tao, who possessed a cultivation base at the mid-stage of the Martial Emperor realm. Upon seeing the Second Elder's gruesome state, veins bulged furiously across his forehead.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Gong Tao lunged forward, preparing to charge at Su Yifan to avenge the Second Elder.

"Don't be impulsive!" Mu Chen grabbed him by the arm, saying, "This kid is not right."

Only then did he realize that they had all underestimated this young man from the very beginning. No wonder he was able to kill the Third Elder and the others—who were all Martial Kings—at such a young age. His strength was terrifyingly high.

Suppressing his surging impulse, Gong Tao gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Master, we must kill him to avenge Xue'er and Old Er!"

"Rest assured, he will undoubtedly die today!"

With a solemn expression, Mu Chen stared at Su Yifan across the way and commanded in a deep voice, "All Spirit Sword Sect elders, hear my order! Form the sword formation with me!"

As his voice faded away—

"Understood, Sect Master!"

The elders of the Spirit Sword Sect standing behind him replied in unison, their hands flashing to form sword seals simultaneously.

The next moment—

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*

The swords strapped to the backs of every elder simultaneously leaped from their scabbards, soaring up into the sky.

Right then, Mu Chen leaped into mid-air and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Spirit-Attachment Sword Formation, assemble!"

As the command dropped—

*Hum!*

A massive sword formation instantly materialized above and behind him.

Following that—

*Boom! Boom!*

With a deafening roar, a colossal sword condensed within the center of the formation.

Seeing that the moment had arrived, Mu Chen pointed two fingers forward.

"Go!"

The colossal sword carried an unstoppable, overwhelming momentum as it crashed down violently toward Su Yifan below.

"Yifan!"

"Yifan!"

Zhang Hong and Xu Shuyan both covered their mouths in horror as they watched the scene unfold.

"Rongrong, relax a bit. Can't you see our son isn't panicking at all? This is just a walk in the park for him," Su Zhenguo comforted them.

Beside them, Xie Wei gazed with a complex expression at Su Yifan's back. Could he really handle this?

"You call this a sword formation?"

Su Yifan looked up at the descending giant sword, shaking his head in utter disdain. Then, he took a few steps forward and slowly raised a single finger.