Chapter 66: Do you need me to take out my ID for you to confirm?

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When Su Yifan waved his hand and instantly killed three of the Ye family’s guards, a collective gasp swept through the crowd.

This young man is actually this powerful? Who on earth is he?

Su Yifan stepped forward, sweeping his gaze over the assembled people. “Is this the mighty Ye family? Is there no one left who dares face me?”

No sooner had he spoken than four black-clad figures leapt from the crowd, their masterful auras unmasked.

“Are you from the Ye family?” Su Yifan asked.

“We are the captains of the Ye family’s guard. Boy, you dare to kill our people and still have the gall not to kneel and accept your death?” The four captains stared at Su Yifan with scorn.

The four men just slain were mere subordinates, no great loss—just minor martial artists. Yet even so, they were still part of the Ye family, and now that Su Yifan had killed them, he had declared himself an enemy. And those who dared make an enemy of the Ye family had to pay a bloody price.

“Oh, so you're the Ye family’s four hounds. No wonder you came barking so furiously.” Su Yifan’s tone was indifferent.

“Boy, I had considered leaving you a whole corpse, but now—unless I slice you into a thousand pieces, I cannot—”

“Bang!” Before he could finish, Su Yifan casually waved his hand, and the speaking captain exploded into a blood mist.

What?

Dead again! And this time, it was a master!

At this, a tidal wave of emotions surged through the crowd. The remaining three captains now wore expressions of panic, completely at a loss. Their earlier arrogance and contempt vanished without a trace.

The four of them were equals in strength; if Su Yifan could kill one with a flick of his wrist, he could just as easily slaughter the rest.

“F-friend, just who are you? Why have you come to the Ye family’s manor?” one captain managed to stammer, gathering his courage.

They knew brute force would no longer work; cunning and submission were now their only options.

Hearing the change in their tone, Su Yifan nodded in satisfaction. “See? Was it so hard to be polite? Must I kill someone before you’ll listen?”

“Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right,” the captain replied obsequiously.

Damn, what an act! If I could take you, I’d rip that smug mouth right off your face!

“Enough nonsense. Where is your family head? Why hasn’t he come out to greet an old friend?” Su Yifan asked with a faint smile.

Old friend? At your age, you claim to be the family head’s old friend? No, wait—what sort of old friend comes to someone’s home and starts killing people?

“May I ask your name?”

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The captain ventured to ask.

“Me? Weren’t you planning to seek me out in Cloud City? Now that I’ve come, you pretend you don’t know me?” Su Yifan scoffed.

The words had barely left his lips when the crowd erupted.

What! Is this the man who killed the Ye family’s two prodigies? He’s come to Dragon City—alone! How bold can he be?

“You—you’re…” The three captains stumbled back in terror.

Damn! This is the Su Yifan who killed two of their prodigies and three clan elders? It’s really him!

“I’ll give you one minute. Go drag your family head out here,” Su Yifan said, striding toward a banquet table nearby.

Seeing Su Yifan approach, the martial artists at that table quickly withdrew. Without hesitation, Su Yifan sat down, picked up a wine jug, and took a long drink.

After the first mouthful, Su Yifan called out, “Why are you all just standing there? Sit and drink with me!”

Hearing this, the crowd swallowed hard, inwardly sneering. Yes, you’d better drink now—when the family head arrives, you might not have another chance.

At that moment, a figure flashed from the inner halls—it was Ye Zhantian, the head of the Ye family.

“Where is the brat who killed my grandsons?” Ye Zhantian’s eyes blazed with killing intent.

“So, you’re the Ye family head?” Su Yifan’s voice drifted over.

Hearing this, Ye Zhantian’s eyes followed the sound and quickly locked onto Su Yifan, who sat drinking unconcernedly.

“You are Su Yifan?” he said, his voice heavy.

He had never actually met Su Yifan and wanted to confirm his identity.

“Do you want to see my identification card?” Su Yifan replied, taking another swig.

Ye Zhantian was about to respond, but just then—

Footsteps sounded rapidly from outside, and a man in black rushed in.

“Family head, that brat is already—” The man had only begun his report when he spotted Su Yifan calmly drinking not far off and nearly jumped out of his skin.

What the hell! Is this guy even human?

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I flew back by plane and still couldn’t beat him here!

“How did you get back so fast?” Ye Zhantian’s voice suddenly sounded.

Snapping to his senses, the black-clad man hurried to Ye Zhantian’s side and whispered, “Family head, it’s him. That’s Su Yifan.”

“You’re certain?”

“Absolutely! I saw him fly here myself,” the man answered in panic.

He had witnessed Su Yifan soar into the sky and head straight for Dragon City, so he rushed back as quickly as possible. He’d thought he would arrive first, but even flying a plane, he was slower than Su Yifan. He couldn’t help but suspect Su Yifan had a jet engine installed somewhere on his body.

Hearing his subordinate’s confirmation, Ye Zhantian’s expression turned icy cold. “Boy, I never imagined you’d be so arrogant.”

“Very well—since you’ve delivered yourself to my doorstep, today I will avenge my grandsons!”

He was just about to strike when, in the next instant, he abruptly stopped.

This sudden halt confused everyone watching.

What’s going on? Wasn’t the family head about to avenge his kin? Why has he stopped?

Noticing the crowd’s puzzlement, Ye Zhantian addressed them. “I have invited you all here from afar for the sake of this man. Now that he stands before us, I can’t let your journey be for nothing. Whoever helps me capture him alive will receive one thousand spirit stones from my own hands.”

At these words, the crowd’s eyes lit up.

“Family head, do you mean it?” someone asked eagerly.

“Rest assured, friends. Whoever captures him alive will have my word,” Ye Zhantian said, clasping his fists.

Though he had long heard Su Yifan was young, seeing him in person still left him shaken. This was the one who had slain his two grandsons and three clan elders. He had to proceed with caution.

Moreover, the First Elder was in the final stage of consolidating his cultivation. Ye Zhantian had to buy time. For now, the best course was to let these outsiders test Su Yifan’s true strength. Whether or not the rumors were true, at least they could wear out his internal energy and stamina. As long as he stalled until the First Elder emerged from seclusion, all would be resolved.

Hearing Ye Zhantian’s words, the crowd’s hearts leapt with joy. They had thought their chance at the spirit stones was dashed when the target delivered himself, but to their surprise, Ye Zhantian was still offering the reward.

Capturing this young man alive for a thousand spirit stones—it seemed almost too easy.

First come, first served.

At that moment—

“Out of the way, let me handle this!”

A burly, broad-shouldered man strode out from the crowd. He was tall and powerfully built, dressed in rough hemp clothes, with a massive blade strapped to his back. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble.