Chapter 123: Want It? Then Beg Me

“Sect Leader!”

At the scene, the disciples of the Ghost Fiend Sect were filled with shock and disbelief as they saw their sect leader being flung away by a single strike.

What?

The sect leader was a formidable warrior of mid Martial Emperor rank, yet he was no match for this young man?

Had he lost his strength?

“You brat, it seems I underestimated you,” Qiu Tianchi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze cold and dark as he stared at Su Yifan.

“Done talking? If so, prepare to descend into hell.”

Su Yifan spoke calmly.

“You really think you’re my match?”

“Oh? Isn’t that so?”

“Since you’re so confident, then taste this move: Hundred Ghosts Devour the Heart!”

No sooner had he spoken than Qiu Tianchi roared, thick black aura surging around him violently.

In the next moment, the black aura rapidly condensed into a gigantic skull that shot straight at Su Yifan.

“Senior, watch out! That’s the Ghost Fiend Sect’s unique martial skill!”

Lin Changkong, having just risen from the ground, urgently warned upon seeing Qiu Tianchi’s move.

When the Ghost Fiend Sect first came to collect protection fees from their Qingyun Sword Sect, and they refused, this was the technique they used.

Half the disciples were slain by this move back then; the memory was still vivid.

“Such a pathetic technique, you’re really scared of it?”

Su Yifan shook his head dismissively.

As the giant skull approached, he casually snapped his fingers with one hand.

“Snap!”

In an instant, the skull formed from the black aura dissipated as if it had never appeared at all.

“What? How is this possible?!”

Qiu Tianchi was stunned by what he saw.

Impossible!

This was his strongest strike; even a Martial Emperor at his peak would be seriously wounded by it.

So why couldn’t it harm this kid?

Not only Qiu Tianchi, but many disciples of the Ghost Fiend Sect were equally baffled.

They had witnessed firsthand the power of the sect leader’s signature move.

They recalled when a late-stage Martial Emperor had come causing trouble, the sect leader had dealt a severe blow to him using this technique.

If that man hadn’t fled quickly, he would have become a restless spirit under the sect leader’s hand.

Yet such a powerful strike could not even scratch the young man before them.

It was deeply perplexing.

“Any other moves? If not, you can go die now.”

Su Yifan said slowly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he prepared to strike and finish the fight.

At that moment—

“Hahaha…”

Qiu Tianchi suddenly burst into laughter.

In the next moment, his gaze sharpened as he pulled out a black banner from somewhere.

What was that?

Su Yifan felt a chilling and bloodthirsty aura emanating from the flag.

Lin Changkong’s pupils shrank instantly, and he trembled as he whispered,

“Could this… be the long-lost Ten Thousand Souls Banner, vanished for nearly a hundred years?!”

“That’s right. Looks like you do have some knowledge,” Qiu Tianchi said proudly, nodding.

Confirming the banner’s identity, Lin Changkong’s face turned pale as he urgently told Su Yifan,

“Senior, this is a mid-grade magical artifact called the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.”

“Oh? A mid-grade magical artifact?”

Su Yifan’s eyes gleamed with interest as he looked at the black banner.

Since descending the mountain, this was the first time he had seen a magical artifact, and it was mid-grade no less.

No wonder he felt repulsion earlier—this banner must have absorbed countless restless souls.

Since it was a magical artifact, it might be worth playing with.

He said,

“Hand over that thing. For the sake of this artifact, I can give you a swift end.”

At his words, the Ghost Fiend Sect disciples across from him were momentarily stunned.

Then, laughter burst out.

They all looked at Su Yifan as if he were a fool.

Dreaming in broad daylight—what a joke!

“Brat, are you trying to kill me with laughter so you can inherit my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?”

Qiu Tianchi sneered.

“Funny, is it?”

Su Yifan replied coldly.

“Isn’t it?”

Qiu Tianchi’s expression darkened.

With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, he dared to face even a Martial Sovereign novice.

Besides, he didn’t believe the young man before him was a Martial Sovereign.

At such a young age, achieving Martial Emperor rank was already extraordinary; Martial Sovereign was impossible.

“If you won’t hand it over, then I’ll take it myself.”

With that, Su Yifan stepped forward and charged at Qiu Tianchi.

“Young man, arrogance is acceptable, but overconfidence is your mistake.”

Qiu Tianchi snorted coldly.

Immediately, he tossed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the air, chanting a complicated incantation.

A moment later—

“Hum!”

The banner emitted a deep, ominous hum as countless restless souls surged out at lightning speed.

“Roar!”

The souls, baring their fangs and claws, rushed toward Su Yifan as if intent on devouring him alive.

“Little ghosts daring to act up? Eradicate them!”

Su Yifan shouted lightly.

His running speed increased rather than slowed, and a faint golden protective layer instantly appeared over his body.

The souls that touched this barrier instantly turned to ash.

“What!”

Qiu Tianchi noticed this and quickly gathered the souls under his control.

Soon, a giant wraith formed from thousands of restless souls appeared before Su Yifan. It raised its fist, aiming a powerful blow at him.

“Petty tricks.”

Su Yifan looked on with disdain and slapped his palm out.

“Bang!”

The giant wraith’s fist shattered instantly.

Seeing this, Su Yifan struck again.

“Bang!”

The entire giant wraith vanished into nothingness.

“Senior, he…”

Lin Changkong gaped in astonishment.

He had expected Su Yifan to at best match the giant wraith, yet the young man shattered it with ease.

By his estimation, the giant wraith’s strength was at least peak Martial Emperor, possibly even early Martial Sovereign level.

Yet before this senior, it was utterly helpless.

“This… this is impossible!”

Qiu Tianchi, noticing Su Yifan’s swift approach, ceased controlling the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and rapidly retreated.

The moment he stepped back—

Su Yifan arrived where he had just stood, reaching out to catch the fallen banner.

“Brat, return the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to me!”

Qiu Tianchi shouted furiously.

If he hadn’t retreated in time, he would have been seriously wounded or worse.

No matter how much he calculated, he never expected this young man to have Martial Sovereign strength.

“Want it? Beg me for it.”

Su Yifan sneered.

“You…”

Qiu Tianchi’s face turned red with anger.

The situation was grim; if he acted rashly, death was certain.

“Fine, you leave me no choice!”

“Bloodthirsty Technique!”

Qiu Tianchi roared.

He thrust both hands forward, releasing a terrifying suction force.

In the next instant, the blood and energy of dozens of Ghost Fiend Sect disciples behind him were rapidly drained.

“No, Sect Leader, don’t!”

“Sect Leader, we’re your disciples!”

…

The disciples begged desperately.

Qiu Tianchi remained unmoved, his expression grim as he declared,

“As disciples of the Ghost Fiend Sect, this is your contribution to the sect. Rest assured, your sacrifice won’t be in vain.”

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