Chapter 56: Not Killing You Is Already the Greatest Mercy

Hearing Su Yifan’s words, Daoyuan’s face went blank. He asked, “Senior, I’ve led the way for you. Shouldn’t you at least give me some reward?”

“Not killing you is already the greatest favor I can grant. And you dare try to bargain with me?” Su Yifan’s tone was cold as ice.

Daoyuan’s gaze flickered, uncertain what to do. His original plan had been to cling tightly to Su Yifan, hoping to seize some benefits in the Immortal Mansion cave. But he hadn’t expected Su Yifan to refuse him even the slightest advantage.

Just then, the woman in the red robe took a step forward. “Senior,” she said, “we have all traveled countless miles for the sake of this Immortal Mansion cave. Now you would have us leave with just a word? Isn’t that a bit much?”

“And who are you?” Su Yifan looked at her and asked.

The woman in red raised her snowy chest and replied in a deep voice, “I am Ma Sanniang of the Ma Clan, a martial family from Beichuan.”

At her words, several recognized her immediately.

“What? She’s Ma Sanniang from the Ma Clan of Beichuan? I heard she recently broke through to the mid Grandmaster stage. I didn’t expect her to be here as well,” someone exclaimed.

“The Ma Clan of Beichuan and the Xiao Clan of Jinling are both martial families, but the Ma Clan holds even more sway!” another martial artist remarked.

For a moment, many eyes turned to Ma Sanniang. Though she might not be a match for Su Yifan in combat, the Ma Clan’s power was formidable—if their stronger members arrived, things could change.

Su Yifan gleaned some information about the Ma Clan from the crowd’s murmurs, but he paid it no mind. To him, these so-called martial families were mere ornaments; none among them were worth his attention.

Seeing Su Yifan remain silent, Ma Sanniang assumed he was wary of her identity. She smiled and said, “Senior, I admit my strength is inferior to yours, but—”

Before she could finish, Su Yifan’s palm lashed out, striking her from afar and sending her flying twenty meters into a towering tree.

The crowd collectively drew sharp breaths.

This man was far too arrogant! He had already killed members of the Xiao Clan, and now he had struck Ma Sanniang. Did he truly believe he could single-handedly face both the Xiao and Ma Clans?

To the side, Feng Wudao had planned to speak up, hoping to rally others against Su Yifan alongside Ma Sanniang. But seeing her so easily defeated, his nascent plan evaporated instantly.

“Is there anyone else who wishes to share this Immortal Mansion cave with me? Step forward now. If you can survive a single blow from me, I’ll grant you the chance,” Su Yifan swept his gaze across the crowd.

No one spoke.

“Since none dare, then leave,” Su Yifan declared, turning toward the entrance of the cave.

Everyone present clenched their fists, teeth grinding in frustration.

Damn it!

This was beyond outrageous. So what if he had some power?

Despite their anger and unwillingness, not a single soul dared speak up—all were terrified of Su Yifan’s strength.

As they lamented a wasted journey, a voice filled with power and fury echoed from the horizon.

“Brat of the Su Family, come face death!”

Su Yifan turned to look.

In that instant, two black-clad figures soared through the sky, crossing the distance in a few breaths. As they landed, the crowd saw clearly: two elder men in black robes.

Su Yifan sensed intense murderous intent from them. “Who are you?” he asked.

“Those who’ve come to kill you,” the two elders replied coldly, as if wishing to tear him apart and drink his blood.

The crowd had assumed these two were here to seek treasure, but it turned out they were after Su Yifan’s life. This thrilled them.

Yes, kill him! Kill this arrogant bastard!

They would rather let these elders have the treasure than see Su Yifan obtain it.

“Kill me? Just the two of you?” Su Yifan replied coolly.

Two old fools. Did they think appearing dramatically would be enough to kill him? How naive!

“Enough talk. Today your head will honor my Ye Clan’s fallen grandson and our fourth brother!” one elder declared.

With those words, both men’s aura surged as they charged at Su Yifan.

“Out of my sight!” Su Yifan snorted.

A terrifying force erupted from him, instantly repelling the two black-robed elders.

“Second Brother, this boy is not what he seems. We can’t hold back anymore.”

“Agreed. Full power attack!”

Leaping into the air, the two elders hovered above.

“Boy, to die beneath the Ye Clan’s secret technique is an honor,” they announced.

“Fierce Wind Palm!”

With a furious shout, they unleashed several palm strikes at Su Yifan.

“So this is all?” Su Yifan had expected something stronger.

So, you want to play? I’ll play along.

He snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, a golden shield enveloped him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Multiple palm strikes pounded the golden barrier, but Su Yifan stood within, utterly unperturbed.

Seeing this, the two elders exchanged glances and combined their power to conjure a massive hand several meters wide.

“Die, boy!”

Their palms swung in unison, causing the giant hand to crash down from the sky, bearing down on Su Yifan.

The crowd stared wide-eyed at the overwhelming martial skill.

Who were these two, to wield such power?

Let’s see how arrogant he is now!

“Interesting, but not enough,” Su Yifan murmured calmly as the giant hand pressed toward him.

Boom!

The massive hand struck the golden shield, producing a deafening roar.

The crowd had assumed the shield would surely fail, but the outcome shocked them all.

Impossible! Such a powerful attack couldn’t even penetrate the boy’s defense?

Is he a demon?

But, with the elders’ continuous force, the giant hand did not vanish but remained pressed atop the golden shield.

Then one of the elders called out, “Everyone, this brat can’t last much longer—help us kill him!”

“We are here only to destroy him. If you aid us, we will not claim a single piece of the Immortal Mansion’s treasure—it will be yours to divide as you wish. What do you say?”

Instantly, the onlookers’ eyes gleamed.

“Senior, do you mean it?” Feng Wudao asked excitedly.

“All friends present, rest assured—I swear by my honor, I will not break my word!”

Before Feng Wudao could respond, a shadow sped from the crowd.

It was Ma Sanniang, the woman Su Yifan had just struck across the field.