Chapter 97: Want to Be My Dog?

Several minutes later.

Shadow Flow Shang Headquarters.

Su Yifan followed Can’s memories to a secret chamber.

“Bang!”

He kicked open the stone door of the chamber and stepped inside.

Inside the chamber stood an old man in a gray robe. Upon seeing Su Yifan enter, he asked, “Who are you?”

Su Yifan couldn’t help but laugh. “You sent people to kill me, and now you ask who I am?”

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the old man’s eyes. “You’re Su Yifan? Impossible! How could you appear here? I sent all my elite troops to eliminate you.”

“The so-called elites? I crushed them like trash with ease,” Su Yifan sneered.

“What a joke. You think you can kill the many masters of Shadow Flow Shang?” The old man refused to believe it.

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed something strange: the young man before him showed no trace of martial aura.

What was going on?

“Don’t believe it? You’ll see them soon enough,” Su Yifan said, instantly teleporting in front of the gray-robed elder and reaching out to grab his neck.

“What?!” The old man was startled by Su Yifan’s speed and immediately raised his hand to block.

“Bang!”

With just that strike, the old man was forced back several steps, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

How could this be?

He was a Martial Emperor, yet could not detect this youth’s speed or movement.

Moreover, the elder had only casually grabbed him, yet was pushed back.

With such power, could it be that Can and the others were truly wiped out?

And this kid actually found this place—it must be true.

Even if he was reluctant to admit it, he had to accept the facts.

“So this is a Martial Emperor?” Su Yifan was somewhat surprised.

From that single strike, he sensed that the man’s power was already comparable to the peak Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

According to the soul search he conducted, the master of Shadow Flow Shang was only a late Martial Emperor.

That meant if this man was any stronger, he might rival a Golden Core stage cultivator.

“I never thought my vast Shadow Flow Shang organization would be destroyed by a mere youth like you.”

“Boy, I’ll give you a chance now: submit to me and live.”

The gray-robed elder said sternly.

Although his subordinates had been killed, if he could recruit this man, rebuilding a new assassin organization would only be a matter of time.

“It’s broad daylight now—what fantasy are you dreaming?” Su Yifan smiled faintly.

“If you refuse, don’t blame me.”

The elder’s figure suddenly vanished the moment he finished speaking. He reappeared behind Su Yifan and struck his back with a palm.

“You shouldn’t have refused me.”

“Bang!”

The elder’s palm landed solidly on Su Yifan.

“Are you celebrating prematurely?” Su Yifan said coldly.

“What?”

Sensing something was off, the elder retreated quickly.

But before he had moved far, Su Yifan had already teleported behind him and slapped him sharply.

“Smack!”

The elder was sent flying, tumbling on the ground. He stomped his right foot hard to steady himself.

His face was pale, eyes no longer filled with disdain.

“How is this possible? Are you also a Martial Emperor?”

His strength was already late Martial Emperor level, yet he couldn’t gain even a slight advantage over this youth; instead, he was at a disadvantage.

That meant this young man was stronger than himself.

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