Chapter 77: Father, Save Me!

At that moment, a servant rushed into the main hall in a panic.

Gasping for breath, he cried out, "Master, something terrible has happened! Someone has come from outside and, without a word, killed several of our guards!"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Ma Hongbin immediately leapt from his chair. "Damn it, who in Beichuan dares lay a hand on the Ma family?!"

"Where is this person now?"

"He's right—"

The servant was about to answer when suddenly—

Bang! The door was shattered by a loud crash.

Seeing this, Ma Hongbin roared furiously, "Damn it, all of you come with me! I want to see which fool has a death wish!"

With that, the entire group, including Daoist Yangmei, followed him outside.

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At the same time, Su Yifan had already burst into the manor. He curled his lip and remarked, "Where is everyone? All dead? If you’re coming out, come out together. I don’t care for fighting one by one—it’s not nearly as satisfying."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ma Hongbin and his party arrived.

No sooner had they arrived, before Ma Hongbin could speak, Daoist Yangmei pointed at Su Yifan and exclaimed, "It’s him, Master Ma! He’s the one who killed your three elders!"

At these words, all the members of the Ma family turned to look at Daoist Yangmei.

"Are you sure?" Ma Hongbin asked.

"I swear on my life—it’s definitely him," Daoist Yangmei replied, visibly agitated. Though he’d been some distance away yesterday, he could never mistake Su Yifan’s face.

Su Yifan was baffled by all this. What was going on?

Before he could think further, Ma Hongbin spoke up. "Boy, I heard you killed three of my elders yesterday. Is that true?"

With that, Su Yifan understood. So there had been a survivor yesterday.

He nodded. "That’s right. I killed them. What of it? Are you here for revenge?"

Good boy, so it really was you!

Having confirmed that the man before him was the one who’d killed his three elders and his own sister, Ma Hongbin waved his hand. "Elders, attack together! But remember, I want him alive!"

This man had killed his sister—he couldn’t let him die so easily.

"Yes, Master," the three elders of the Ma family replied, stepping forward.

Seeing how young Su Yifan was, they were doubtful. Had the third elder truly been killed by this boy? If so, what a humiliating way to go.

Look at those skinny arms and legs—what kind of fighting ability could he possibly have?

"Boy, if you know what’s good for you, you’d better—"

Bang!

Before the elder could finish his sentence, he exploded into a cloud of blood.

What?!

What just happened? When did that boy even attack?

No one had seen Su Yifan move, yet an elder had died just like that.

Daoist Yangmei was the most stunned of all. He was starting to regret seeking vengeance for his disciple. But it was already too late.

"Both of you, go together—don’t give him an opening!" Ma Hongbin barked, having finally regained his senses. The event had happened so quickly he’d been momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, he recalled what Daoist Yangmei had said earlier, that the third elder had been slain in a single blow. He’d been skeptical at first, but now he believed it completely.

What kind of strength did this man possess, to kill a grandmaster-level elder in a single move?

The remaining two elders were visibly afraid, but they had no other choice.

Yet before they could act, Su Yifan simply waved his hand.

In the next instant—

Bang! Bang!

Two explosions echoed out. The two elders were reduced to nothing but blood mist.

Su Yifan glanced at the remaining Ma Hongbin and Daoist Yangmei, and said coolly, "Now it’s just you two. Will you end your own lives, or shall I do it for you?"

Hearing this, Ma Hongbin took a step forward, preparing to attack. But then he remembered Daoist Yangmei standing beside him and said, "Elder Yang, what are you waiting for? Your enemy is right in front of you! If not now, when?"

"I..." Daoist Yangmei hesitated.

Go after him? I’d rather go after you!

Though he was an early-stage martial grandmaster, he wasn’t sure he could defeat Su Yifan. He’d been observing all along, hoping to gauge his opponent’s strength and spot an opening for a sneak attack.

But the man had dispatched so many with barely a move. Not only was Daoist Yangmei unable to fathom his true strength, he couldn’t even find a single opportunity.

This old fox is truly sly!

Seeing his hesitation, Ma Hongbin grew furious and no longer bothered to be polite. "Damn you, you old coward! All your talk of working together to slay this brat, and now you cower to save your own skin!"

Exposed, Daoist Yangmei was not angry. Instead, he argued, "You don’t understand! I was waiting for the perfect moment, to strike for a sure kill!"

"Perfect moment, my foot!" Ma Hongbin could take no more. He stepped forward and threw a punch at Daoist Yangmei.

"You!"

Seeing the incoming fist, Daoist Yangmei was unyielding, throwing his own punch to meet it.

Boom—

Their fists collided, and neither gained the upper hand; both were forced back several steps.

What’s going on?

Watching this spectacle, Su Yifan was a little dumbfounded.

Weren’t they on the same side? Why had they suddenly turned on each other like a pair of rabid dogs?

"What’s wrong with you two?" Su Yifan asked curiously.

"You killed his disciple, didn’t you?" Ma Hongbin quickly explained what had happened.

After hearing this, Su Yifan finally understood. So this old man had witnessed his strength yesterday and, fearing he couldn’t win alone, had come to Beichuan for help. How cunning.

At this, Daoist Yangmei dropped all pretense, shouting angrily, "Boy, you killed my disciple Feng Wudao—today I’ll have my revenge!"

With that, he stamped the ground and shot toward Su Yifan.

Su Yifan, still unmoved, simply flicked his hand.

Bang!

Daoist Yangmei was sent flying, crashing heavily into a wall, his bones breaking in who knew how many places.

Seeing this, Ma Hongbin swallowed hard.

Sent a martial grandmaster flying with a single slap? Was this a joke?

Su Yifan reached out, and with a gesture, lifted Daoist Yangmei into midair.

"With strength like this, you seek vengeance?" he said coldly, ready to break his neck.

In panic, Daoist Yangmei pleaded, "Wait, don’t kill me! I can give you spirit stones, I have spirit stones!"

He quickly pulled a pouch from his sleeve.

"As long as you spare me, it’s all yours."

Su Yifan couldn’t help but laugh.

The next second—

Crack!

He broke Daoist Yangmei’s neck.

He reached out, grabbed the fallen pouch, then turned his gaze to Ma Hongbin.

"Now it’s your turn."

"No, you can’t kill me—"

Knowing he was no match, Ma Hongbin turned and fled.

Su Yifan couldn’t be bothered to chase him. He simply struck out with his palm.

Sensing the impending doom, Ma Hongbin screamed, "Father, save me!"

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