Chapter 26: Is This All You've Got?

Seeing Old Mu forced into such a predicament, the onlookers couldn’t help but reassess Su Yifan’s strength. No wonder this youngster dared to make trouble in the Southeast Prince’s residence—he truly had some skill. After all, Old Mu was a grandmaster! Though only at the early stage of the grandmaster realm, the gap between that and the previous stage was enormous. Yet, now this young man was faintly gaining the upper hand.

At this realization, a bad premonition suddenly arose in everyone’s hearts. Could it be that this youth was also a grandmaster?

At that moment, Su Yifan’s foot landed upon the protective barrier. In the next instant, something happened that no one could have imagined. With a resounding thud, the shield behind Old Mu shattered. Su Yifan’s momentum was unrelenting, and his foot struck Old Mu squarely in the back.

A crisp crack rang out—Old Mu’s spine was broken. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Old Mu perished on the spot.

The crowd drew sharp breaths at the sight of Old Mu’s death. What was happening? Was Old Mu dead, just like that? A grandmaster slain in such a manner? If they had previously doubted whether Su Yifan was truly a grandmaster, now none dared question it. Su Yifan had dispatched Old Mu with a single move. This meant his strength was at least at the early grandmaster stage, perhaps even mid-stage.

“Trash,” Su Yifan glanced at Old Mu’s corpse and then looked around at the others. “Who else?”

The crowd instinctively took a step back. Though furious, what could they do? Old Mu was the strongest among them, and even he was no match—what hope did they have?

“If no one will step forward, then all of you—get out!” Su Yifan’s voice was chilling.

“Why should we? Who are you to tell us—”

Bang! Before the man could finish, Su Yifan struck, turning him into a mist of blood—clean, swift, merciless.

“If you lack strength, you’d best obey.”

“From now, you have ten seconds to leave.”

With that, Su Yifan stood there, a living god of slaughter. None dared challenge him.

“Uh, my lord, I left the gas on at home, so I’ll take my leave,” a middle-aged uncle said, scurrying away.

“Damn, it’s getting dark—I just remembered, I left my laundry out. I’d better hurry home.”

Another person fled. As some took the lead, the rest exchanged glances and filed out one by one.

Before long, only five people remained in the grand hall—Su Yifan, the Southeast Prince, and the prince’s three trusted lieutenants.

“Oh? So you three are unafraid of death?” Su Yifan said coolly.

“We serve the Military King and are willing to live and die with him!” one lieutenant declared loudly.

The Southeast Prince felt a surge of gratitude at their loyalty.

But the very next moment—

Bang! That lieutenant was instantly reduced to a cloud of blood.

“You—” The Southeast Prince pointed at Su Yifan, his face dark as thunder.

Su Yifan paid him no mind, his gaze falling on the remaining two.

Gulp—their throats bobbed nervously.

Before they could speak, Su Yifan swept his hand.

Bang! Bang! The two men were likewise reduced to blood mist.

“Very well, good, very good…” The Southeast Prince, watching his men die one after another, could no longer restrain himself. Grinding his teeth, he spat, “I had meant to leave you a whole corpse, but now, nothing short of tearing you to pieces will ease my hatred!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Su Yifan sneered. “Don’t say I never gave you a chance. Let’s see just how strong the Southeast Prince, commander of a hundred thousand Black Armored Troops, truly is.”

With that, Su Yifan crooked a finger at him.

“You court death!” The Southeast Prince strode forward. An overwhelming aura of late-stage grandmaster erupted from him, distorting the very air.

“Die!” He threw a punch, the force of his aura shattering nearby tables and chairs to dust.

Su Yifan found this display laughable. He threw out his own fist to meet the prince’s.

Crack! The sound of bone breaking echoed.

“Ah!” The Southeast Prince screamed, his face ashen.

“That’s the extent of your power?” Su Yifan said with disdain.

“Wretch, today I’ll kill you!” The prince gathered his inner force in his left fist and struck again.

He refused to believe that, as a late-stage grandmaster, he could be no match for this man.

“The game ends now,” Su Yifan said coldly.

He reached out and seized the prince’s fist. The prince tried to pull back, but Su Yifan gave him no chance, yanking him close and grabbing his throat, lifting him off the ground.

Thus, the mighty Southeast Prince dangled in Su Yifan’s grasp like a dead dog.

“I thought you’d be formidable, but it turns out you’re trash as well,” Su Yifan said, disappointed. He’d hoped for more of a challenge, but the prince’s weakness bored him.

“Who—who are you?” The prince asked nervously.

“You mean you still don’t know?” Su Yifan replied calmly.

The prince shook his head in disbelief. “Impossible! The Su family’s son merely vanished for five years. How could you have become so powerful in such a short time?!”

“So, those are your last words?” Su Yifan asked, preparing to end him.

“Wait, young Su!”

Just then, a figure flew in from outside, arriving in the blink of an eye.

“And you are?” Su Yifan inquired.

The newcomer clasped his hands in greeting. “Young Su, my name is Zheng Yuan. I am from the Martial Alliance of Southeast Province.”

“Martial Alliance?” Su Yifan frowned. “What does your Martial Alliance do, and why are you here to save him?”

Zheng Yuan explained, “Young Su, the Martial Alliance is a national institution established to oversee martial artists. The Southeast Prince commands a hundred thousand Black Armored Troops and is responsible for defending the region. If you kill him, the army will be leaderless, and our borders may be vulnerable to invasion.”

In truth, the prince was not irreplaceable, but finding a suitable successor would take time, during which the threat of invasion loomed. As a citizen of Xia and a member of Southeast Province, Zheng Yuan could not allow such a disaster.

So, for now, the Southeast Prince could not die.

“I see,” Su Yifan nodded.

Zheng Yuan’s tense expression relaxed, thinking Su Yifan had relented.

But Su Yifan spoke again, “And what does that have to do with me?”

As the words fell, crack! The prince’s neck snapped, and a generation’s overlord fell.