Chapter 60: Anyone Who Wants Revenge May Step Forward Now
Seeing that the other party had not only slain the elder of the Xiao family but also uttered provocations, Xiao Honglei took a deep breath and spoke in a low, grave voice, “My Xiao family had no intention of making you an enemy, yet you have killed one of our elders.”
“Young man, if I do not kill you today, I, Xiao Honglei, swear I am no man!”
As he finished speaking, a powerful aura belonging to a martial grandmaster erupted from his body in an instant.
Suddenly, torrents of energy surged through the entire Xiao manor’s hall, forcing all the gathered martial artists to retreat.
Many faces changed dramatically, and cries of astonishment rang out:
“So this is the realm of the martial grandmaster? The pressure is overwhelming!”
“No wonder the Xiao family is the foremost martial clan of Jinling—Xiao Honglei’s strength is truly extraordinary!”
Hearing these remarks, Xiao Honglei felt a surge of pride within him. This was the feeling a true strongman should possess.
Su Yifan, seeing his opponent’s imposing stance, shook his head with a smile and casually tossed a token onto the floor.
Just as Xiao Honglei was about to strike, his gaze swept over the token.
The next moment, he froze.
“This… this is the token of the Grand Elder?!”
Xiao Honglei reached out, drawing the token into his hand. After confirming that it was indeed the token of the Xiao family’s Grand Elder, his fury erupted.
“Young man, you dare kill our Grand Elder?”
“That’s right. I killed him,” Su Yifan admitted directly. That old man was from the Xiao family and so arrogant—he had simply rid the world of a menace.
Confirming the Grand Elder had indeed died at Su Yifan’s hands, Xiao Honglei’s eyes reddened, veins bulging on his forehead.
With a crash, he crushed the token in his hand and roared, “Boy, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
As his words faded, his aura surged several times stronger, and he struck out at Su Yifan’s chest with his palm.
Witnessing the attack, Su Yifan stood unmoving, letting the blow come.
With a thud, the palm landed squarely on Su Yifan’s chest.
Yet, not a scratch was left.
“Are you trying to tickle me?” Su Yifan snorted coldly, raising his hand to seize Xiao Honglei by the throat.
“What?! How is this possible?!”
Seeing Su Yifan unharmed and reaching for him, Xiao Honglei hastily withdrew his hand and retreated.
The hall fell silent. One could hear a pin drop.
How could this be? Xiao Honglei was a martial grandmaster.
Not only could he not hurt the other, but he was forced to withdraw?
Was this a playact?
For a moment, all eyes were fixed on Su Yifan. In their minds, they recalled their earlier suspicions.
Could it be that this man’s strength truly surpassed everyone present?
With this realization, fear and awe replaced their former expressions as they gazed at Su Yifan.
Xiao Honglei also understood, yet he had no way out. He simply refused to believe someone so young could possess such power.
Su Yifan, seeing Xiao Honglei’s uncertain expression, spoke coolly, “So this is Jinling’s so-called foremost martial clan? What a joke.”
At these words, Xiao Honglei’s face darkened almost to the point of dripping water.
“You forced me to this, boy! Since breaking through to martial grandmaster, I’ve never shown my full power. Today, you’ll learn that a martial grandmaster cannot be insulted!”
His hands formed claws, energy gathering in his palms.
He pressed his hands together, merging the energies.
Instantly, a wild gale swept through the hall, stronger than before—every martial artist felt the oppressive power.
Someone suddenly recognized the technique, crying in alarm, “Isn’t that the Xiao family’s ultimate skill, Fury of the Wild Lion?!”
“What? Fury of the Wild Lion?!”
Another martial artist chimed in, “I’ve heard this was created by the Xiao family’s ancestor, passed down to this day!”
Amid the marveling over this martial art, Su Yifan only shrugged, unfazed.
What trashy martial skill.
To him, it was mere trickery.
At that moment, Xiao Honglei shouted, “Boy, prepare to die!” and struck out with both palms.
The energy shot forth, instantly taking the shape of a roaring crimson lion engulfed in flames.
“Roar~”
The lion opened its blood-red maw, charging straight at Su Yifan.
Facing such an attack, Su Yifan simply smiled and extended a single finger.
Seeing this, many in the hall looked at him as if he were a fool.
Such arrogance—using just a finger against the Xiao family’s treasured skill?
Was he deluded, or was the Xiao family’s martial art lacking?
But in the next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded before their eyes.
The lion halted at the instant it touched Su Yifan’s finger.
Xiao Honglei stared in disbelief, “What?! How can this be? My Xiao family’s martial art is useless against him?”
“Interesting,” Su Yifan observed the lion, his finger curling slightly before flicking.
With a pop, the lion dissolved into a shower of stardust, vanishing in a few breaths.
Who was this young man?
The Xiao family’s martial skill had been toyed with as if it were nothing.
The crowd was stunned, unable to fathom Su Yifan’s true strength. Was he simply a cheat?
“No, this can’t be!” Xiao Honglei’s fighting spirit vanished.
This was the martial art created by his ancestor! Back then, the ancestor, merely a Martial Lord, had used it to drive away a Martial Sage.
Now, a young man had shattered it.
“Xiao family head, are you conceding so soon?” Su Yifan sneered.
Xiao Honglei’s face turned pale as he replied, “Young friend, let us talk this over. The Xiao family can offer you compensation.”
“Compensation?” Su Yifan scoffed, “My Su family nearly perished at your hands, and you think a word of compensation suffices?”
Su family?
Xiao Honglei asked, “Young friend, which Su family do you mean?”
“Cloud City,” Su Yifan replied tersely.
With those words, Xiao Honglei understood. He was about to beg for mercy, but at that moment—
Su Yifan waved his hand.
With a bang, Xiao Honglei, the martial grandmaster, had no time to react before he was reduced to a bloody mist.
In that instant, silence reigned in the vast Xiao manor.
No one dared even to breathe loudly, fearing to provoke this god of slaughter.
Seeing the Xiao family head dead, Su Yifan turned to leave.
Then, he paused, glanced back at the crowd, and said, “There should be some of your people in the Immortal Mansion cave, yes?”
“Don’t be nervous. I just wanted you to know—they’re all dead. If anyone wants vengeance, step forward now.”