Chapter 122: These pieces of trash are yours to deal with

"It... it is the Grand Elder and the others."

Someone spoke up suddenly. Hearing this, the disciples of the Ghost Demon Sect immediately beamed with joy, all rushing behind the three individuals who had just arrived.

"Senior, those three are the Grand Elder, Second Elder, and Fourth Elder of the Ghost Demon Sect." Seeing who had arrived, Lin Changkong’s eyes filled with worry. Of the three, the Second Elder was at the mid-stage of the Martial King realm, while the Fourth Elder was at the late-stage. As for the Grand Elder, he was a powerhouse at the early-stage of the Martial Emperor realm, second only to the Sect Master himself.

Su Yifan remained silent. To him, these people were nothing more than ants. He just wanted to deal with them quickly and go home.

"Grand Elder, he... he killed the Third Elder and several other disciples," a Ghost Demon Sect disciple stammered, pointing at Su Yifan with trembling fingers.

The Grand Elder followed the disciple’s gesture and caught sight of Su Yifan and his companion. Su Yifan was a stranger he did not recognize, but he was very familiar with Lin Changkong. Ignoring Lin, he fixed his gaze on Su Yifan.

"Boy, are you the one who killed my sect’s Third Elder?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't he just tell you?" Su Yifan replied flatly.

"You brat, you are courting death!" The Grand Elder, having never encountered such an arrogant youth, prepared to kill him on the spot.

"Grand Elder, why use a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken? Let the Fourth Elder and me handle this brat." The Second Elder stepped forward. He had been closest to the Third Elder and was determined to avenge him.

"Don't bother arguing. Just come at me together; at least you'll have company on the way out," Su Yifan said with a shrug.

"Don't think that just because you killed the Third Elder you can be so arrogant. I hope you won't be begging for mercy on your knees later! Fourth Elder, let's go!"

With those words, they both lunged at Su Yifan.

"Since you’re in such a hurry, I’ll send you down first." Su Yifan casually swiped his hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two elders were instantly reduced to blood mist. One-hit kill! It wasn't that he was too powerful, but that they were too weak. They were merely at the Martial King level, which was equivalent to the Qi Condensation stage for a cultivator, whereas he was a true Nascent Soul master. The gap in strength was self-evident.

"Gulp." Lin Changkong swallowed hard, witnessing the scene. *Holy cow, that is insane!* He killed two Martial King powerhouses with a casual swipe. Just what level of strength is this senior at?!

***

The Ghost Demon Sect disciples suddenly snapped back to reality, retreating in sheer terror. Strong! Too strong. Was this even something a human could do? Killing two Martial Kings in one blow without even using a technique, as easily as drinking water.

"You lot..." The Grand Elder, seeing how pathetic his disciples were, turned livid. It was a disgrace! Never since the sect’s founding had they been humiliated like this. And it was all because of this brat. He had to die!

"Fine brat, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant. Let me teach you a lesson."

"BOOM!" A powerful aura belonging to a Martial Emperor erupted from him. The surrounding disciples felt their breathing hitch under the sheer pressure. The Grand Elder was finally acting!

*Great! The Grand Elder is a Martial Emperor! This kid is dead for sure!*

However, just as they pinned all their hopes on him, a loud "Bang!" echoed through the air. The Grand Elder, who had just been brimming with imposing momentum, exploded into a cloud of blood mist. A light breeze blew, splattering the blood across their faces.

Su Yifan withdrew his hand and muttered coldly, "Damn it! I hate these posturing guys the most. If you want to fight, just fight. Stop with all this useless nonsense."

What! The... the Grand Elder is dead? This was a Martial Emperor! Just like that? The disciples turned pale, looking at Su Yifan as if they were staring at a devil. It was too terrifying! What kind of strength did this person possess to kill the Grand Elder in one blow?

"Senior, you..." Lin Changkong couldn't even speak properly.

"These pieces of trash are yours. No problem, right?" Su Yifan turned to look at him.

"No... no problem." Lin Changkong shook his head to clear his thoughts and flashed toward the disciples. These disciples were only at the Grandmaster level or lower, so he had nothing to fear. But just as he prepared to blast the first disciple with a palm strike, a figure suddenly appeared and struck back at him.

***

"BOOM!"

"Pfft!"

As their palms collided, Lin Changkong was sent flying, a mouthful of blood spraying into the air. He crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get back up for a long time.

"It's the Sect Master! The Sect Master is here!"

At the sound of this, the disciples were overjoyed. *Great, the Sect Master is here. Brat, let's see how you act arrogant now!*

Su Yifan looked at Lin Changkong’s pathetic state and was speechless. He had wanted to let the guy stretch his legs, but he’d been knocked back the moment he started. How unlucky!

"Brat, are you the helper the Azure Cloud Sword Sect sent?" A cold, aged voice came from the opposite side. The speaker was a white-haired old man—the Ghost Demon Sect Master, Qiu Tianchi. He had been in seclusion when he heard that the Azure Cloud Sword Sect had sent someone. He had assumed they were delivering medicinal herbs, but after waiting a while without seeing any, he came out to investigate, only to find the Grand Elder killed in an instant.

"You are the Sect Master of the Ghost Demon Sect?" Su Yifan asked instead of answering.

"That is correct," Qiu Tianchi said haughtily. "Brat, you..."

Before he could finish, Su Yifan vanished from his spot and appeared right in front of him, reaching for his throat.

"Brat, do you think I'm one of those little chicks you can just grab?" Sensing the hand reaching for him, Qiu Tianchi struck out with a palm and retreated rapidly. He knew this person had killed the Grand Elder, so his strength must be on par with his own; he had to be cautious until he was certain of victory.

"Oh? Since you're so strong, why are you backing away?" Su Yifan’s grab missed, so he teleported in front of him again and slapped him across the face.

"SMACK!"

Qiu Tianchi couldn't react in time. He felt a burning sensation on his cheek, and the next second, he was sent flying. After tumbling through the air, he stomped his right foot on the ground to steady himself.

"Brat, you..." He was about to speak, but suddenly, he felt a metallic tang in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.