Chapter 156: Yin Zhengtian, Deceased!

"Benefactor, be careful!"

Seeing Yin Zhengtian unleash his signature technique, Huixin and his companion immediately wore expressions of deep concern.

The four Envoys of the Blood Demon Sect each possessed their own unique and renowned martial art.

Yin Zhengtian's signature technique was none other than this Eagle Claw Art, characterized by lightning-fast strikes and ferocious attacks that left opponents with no time to recover before suffering defeat.

Rumor had it that Yin Zhengtian had once relied on this martial art to successfully defeat a peak Martial Sovereign expert.

It was precisely because of that battle that his reputation had spread far and wide.

Faced with such a fierce onslaught, Su Yifan remained completely unfazed. Holding Moyuan in his hand, he parried back and forth, blocking Yin Zhengtian's attacks time and time again.

"What kind of Eagle Claw Art is this? You might as well rename it the Chicken Claw Art."

Hearing such mocking words, Yin Zhengtian's face twisted in ferocity, a deep wrinkle forming between his brows as he roared in anger:

"Brat, you have truly angered me!"

As the words fell, his attack speed increased even further, leaving countless afterimages in his wake.

Seeing this, Su Yifan sighed and said, "If this is all the ability you have, then I've lost interest in playing with you."

"Playing?"

Yin Zhengtian let out a cold snort. "Brat, you are being suppressed by me right now, reduced to passive defense, and yet you dare say you're playing with me? Fine, then I suppose..."

Before he could finish his sentence—

"Whoosh!"

Su Yifan directly swung the Moyuan in his hand, executing a single slash that instantly severed both of Yin Zhengtian's hands.

The next second, as the overwhelming wave of agony washed over him, Yin Zhengtian's miserable shrieks instantly echoed through the entire cavern.

"Ah! My hands, my hands!!!"

With eyes wide and bulging, he stared at his severed hands lying on the ground, his gaze filled with shock and sheer disbelief.

No, impossible!

Wasn't this brat being suppressed by me?

How could he possibly have had the chance to strike?

"Is this what you call suppression?"

A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Su Yifan's lips.

The next moment—

"Whoosh!"

Another flash of sword light swept past!

At that instant, Yin Zhengtian felt a slight stinging sensation in his legs. He lowered his gaze to look.

Following closely after—

"Thud!"

His entire body simply collapsed forward. Looking down at his legs, he saw that they had already been cleanly severed by a single sword stroke.

Instantly, fresh blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground a deep crimson.

"Ah!!!"

Yin Zhengtian's agonizing screams rang out once more.

He instinctively reached out with his arms to clutch his legs, only to remember that his hands no longer existed.

"Brat, you... do you even know who I am? I am—"

"Slash!"

Before the words could fully leave his lips—

A head rolled to the ground, and a pillar of blood shot into the air!

Yin Zhengtian, deceased!

"Amitabha..."

Upon seeing this, Huixin and his fellow monk found it somewhat hard to bear witness.

They had never expected that someone as young as Su Yifan would not only possess such formidable strength, but also employ such terrifyingly ruthless methods of killing, entirely devoid of the naivety typical of his age.

No one could have imagined that the dignified Eagle Claw Elder Yin Zhengtian, one of the Four Envoys of the Blood Demon Sect, would be slain by a young junior barely in his early twenties.

Right at that moment—

"Slap!"

Su Yifan suddenly smacked his own thigh.

Damn it!

He had forgotten to perform soul-searching again.

Exhaling a breath, he didn't dwell on it further and walked directly to Yin Zhengtian's corpse to search his body.

Witnessing this scene, Huixin and his companion could not help but find it rather ironic.

Yin Zhengtian had originally come intent on murder and looting, never expecting that he would end up being the one killed and plundered.

Truly, those who bring disaster upon themselves cannot hope to survive!

A moment later, Su Yifan tallied the items he had scavenged: a total of three thousand spirit stones, along with some medicinal herbs and a martial arts manual titled 'Eagle Claw Art'.

"Such utter trash."

Su Yifan had always disdained such worthless items, and he was just about to burn this pathetic manual to ashes.

However, right then, he suddenly remembered that the fellows in the Qingyun Gang still lacked any decent martial arts techniques. This would be perfect for them to practice with, turning waste into useful resources.

Stowing it away properly, Su Yifan then approached the carcasses of the Fiery Python and the Dragon Lion, carving off some of their meat to take back for a stew.

These were all precious treasures. While they might not hold immense utility for him personally, they constituted supreme nourishing supplements for his family.

After organizing everything, Su Yifan walked up to Huixin and his companion.

"You're Huixin, right?"

"This poor monk is indeed Huixin. May I ask what the benefactor requires?" Huixin asked with a calm expression.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask you where the Blood Demon Sect is located. Presumably, you would know?" Su Yifan asked with a faint smile.

The monk had recognized the old geezer at a single glance earlier, so he should naturally know the exact location of the Blood Demon Sect.

Taking advantage of the early hour, he would go check out what treasures the Blood Demon Sect had to offer.

Hearing this, Huixin furrowed his brow slightly and asked in astonishment, "Benefactor, could it be that you intend to go to the Blood Demon Sect?"

"Is there a problem?" Su Yifan asked indifferently.

"Benefactor, you must not go!" Huixin hurriedly explained,

"Leaving aside the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, he has three other envoys under his command whose strength is no less than Yin Zhengtian's. There is a very high likelihood that you would not be their match, Benefactor."

"Envoys?"

"That's right. The Blood Demon Sect has four envoys in total, and Yin Zhengtian was merely one of them. The other three possess power on par with or surpassing his, so it is best if the benefactor does not go," Huixin advised.

The Blood Demon Sect belonged to the demonic faction within the martial world and had existed for over a thousand years. The sole reason it had managed to endure for so long was its sheer formidable strength.

Although other righteous sects harbored the desire to exterminate the demons, none dared to take the lead in wiping them out.

After all, several centuries ago, the major orthodox sects had once organized a massive crusade against the demons. That battle had shaken heaven and earth, dimming the sun and moon, yet the sect had still managed to survive to this day.

One could easily imagine just how powerful the Blood Demon Sect truly was.

"Just three little shrimp. What realm is their sect leader in?" Su Yifan waved his hand dismissively, unconcerned.

What useless envoys. Even if all three of them were Martial Saints, they would merely be oversized pieces of trash. What was there to fear?

On the contrary, the sect leader had piqued his interest somewhat.

"It is rumored that the sect leader has already stepped into the realm of Martial God, but since I have never witnessed it with my own eyes, this poor monk cannot say for certain," Huixin replied.

"A Martial God, you say?"

A flash of sharp light crossed Su Yifan's eyes upon hearing this.

Up until now, he had already slain individuals of Martial Saint caliber. As for a Martial God... he was quite eager to experience it firsthand.

Since that person bore the title of Martial God, their strength shouldn't prove too weak. He only hoped they wouldn't disappoint him too much.

"Speak, where is the Blood Demon Sect?"

"Benefactor, are you truly going?"

"You're talking far too much nonsense. Spit it out already." Su Yifan glanced at him, speaking with a hint of impatience.

Seeing the other party's unwavering determination, Huixin knew he had no choice left but to speak. He immediately stated, "The Blood Demon Sect is located upon Mount Taixu, ten thousand li north of this place."

Mount Taixu?

The name sounded rather imposing.

Su Yifan silently noted down the location, waved a hand, and began walking outward. "Very well, since there's nothing else, I should be on my way."

Just as his voice trailed off, he readied himself to depart for Mount Taixu.

However, right at that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, what is it?" Su Yifan answered the call.

As his words fell, an urgent voice belonging to a guard immediately sounded from the other end of the line:

"Young Master, something terrible has happened!"