Chapter 81: Your grandfather killed him—do you have a problem with that?

“Second Elder!”

Seeing the death of the sect’s Second Elder, the remaining elder and other disciples could not help but gasp in horror.

Who exactly is this young man?

Why can’t they sense even the slightest trace of martial aura from him?

Moreover, the Second Elder was a formidable martial master, just into the grandmaster realm.

And yet, he was killed just like that?

At this moment,

Liu Yi, who had been standing beside Su Yifan, was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground.

A moment ago,

He was still fantasizing about killing Su Yifan after bringing him to the sect.

But now, having witnessed Su Yifan effortlessly slay their Second Elder, he could scarcely believe this was real.

This was the Second Elder! Other than the sect master and the Grand Elder, the strongest existence in the sect.

And he… just died?

“Are you testing my patience?”

At this, Su Yifan spoke up again.

“Grand Elder, what should we do now?” a disciple whispered from behind.

The Grand Elder paused for a heartbeat, then replied, “Why are you still standing around? Go fetch the sect master.”

Upon hearing this,

The disciple glanced up at the Grand Elder.

The next moment,

After catching the hint in the Grand Elder’s eyes, he immediately understood and turned to dash into the depths of the sect.

Su Yifan naturally noticed their little ploy.

But he paid it no mind.

For in the face of overwhelming strength, all schemes become nothing but a joke.

A few minutes later—

“Whoosh!”

A blood-red figure flashed before Su Yifan with astonishing speed.

It was an old man with white hair, a gaunt face, a bristling white beard, and, most strikingly, blood-red eyes that struck terror into the heart.

Seeing the arrival of the sect master,

All the elders and disciples of the Bloodshade Sect looked at Su Yifan with scorn in their eyes.

Boy!

Weren’t you arrogant just now?

Now our sect master is here. Let’s see you act tough again!

Su Yifan regarded the blood-robed elder before him and simply extended his hand.

At this gesture,

Not only the elders and disciples present, but even Xue Shang himself seemed utterly bewildered.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Su Yifan prompted him, “Didn’t I tell you earlier to bring the spirit stones? Where are they?”

As soon as he spoke,

Everyone froze for a moment.

Then, the very next second—

“Hahahahahaha…”

Laughter erupted all around.

Everyone was looking at Su Yifan as if he were a fool.

What’s wrong with this kid?

Does he think this is his own home?

He even demands that the sect master hand over spirit stones—what a joke. Why doesn’t he just ask for the sect master’s life while he’s at it?

“Enough noise!”

Gazing at the crowd before him, Su Yifan knew there was no way to resolve this without force.

He waved his hand.

In the blink of an eye—

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Every elder and disciple of the Bloodshade Sect was instantly reduced to a mist of blood.

As the remains of elders and disciples scattered through the air, even Xue Shang was dumbfounded.

He was still here, wasn’t he?

How could the young man dare?

“Have you seen enough? If not, I have another one.”

As Su Yifan spoke, he seized Liu Yi beneath him and tossed him into the air.

“Senior, you said you would spare me, you can’t—”

“Bang!”

Before Liu Yi could finish, Su Yifan sent him off in a blaze, his body bursting like fireworks overhead.

Seeing yet another disciple blossom in midair like a firework,

Xue Shang finally snapped back to his senses.

“Boy! You court death!”

With a cold snort, he lunged at Su Yifan, his right hand sweeping out, claws aimed at Su Yifan’s head.

Su Yifan leaned back slightly and easily dodged the attack.

Watching his strike miss, Su Yifan chuckled, “Are you part turtle? Even the old lady next door is faster than you.”

Hearing such humiliation, Xue Shang took a long breath and said, “Boy, one year from today will be the anniversary of your death!”

As soon as he finished,

A surge of martial king’s aura erupted from him.

The next instant,

He stamped his right foot, his figure darting forward like a specter.

“Blood Fiend Ghost Claw!”

Scarlet energy gathered on both his hands; with every swipe, the air trembled, leaving behind bloody afterimages.

Faced with Xue Shang’s relentless assault, Su Yifan kept his hands clasped behind his back, yet still dodged with effortless grace.

“Boy, is dodging all you can do?”

Xue Shang roared at Su Yifan.

This was already the fastest speed he could muster, yet he couldn’t even scratch his opponent.

It was infuriating!

“In such a hurry to die? Do you miss your underlings already?”

Su Yifan sneered.

As he watched the next attack approach, he made no move to dodge, instead raising a hand in a sword-like gesture.

In that instant,

With his fingers as a blade, he sliced out a gentle, effortless stroke.

“Swish—”

A flash of sword light.

“Bang!”

A severed hand dropped to the ground.

“Ah!!!”

“My hand… my hand…”

Three seconds after the hand hit the ground, Xue Shang’s anguished scream followed.

He stared at his own hand on the ground, eyes wide with disbelief.

How could this be?

In this state, his hand should be as hard as stone.

How had it been chopped off?

“You wretch! You dare sever my hand—I’ll kill you!”

A red gleam flashed in Xue Shang’s eyes, and the murderous aura about him surged severalfold.

At this point, he was nearly driven mad, consumed only by the desire to kill the man before him at any cost.

Just then,

He leaped at Su Yifan once again, his left hand lashing out.

Now his left hand was shrouded in a sinister red energy.

Su Yifan found the aura emanating from him repulsive, and decided not to play around any longer.

He raised his fingers for another sword strike.

“Trying the same trick again, boy? Do you take me for a fool?”

Xue Shang sneered, raising his left hand to conjure a shield to block Su Yifan’s sword.

But he gravely underestimated the power of that strike.

The next moment,

A flash of sword light.

“Boom!”

The shield was sliced clean through!

And then—

“Thud. Thud!”

Two sounds echoed as things hit the ground.

Looking down, one could see Xue Shang’s left hand and his head lying side by side, while his body still stood upright.

“When will I ever find a worthy opponent?”

Gazing at Xue Shang’s corpse, Su Yifan let out a faint sigh.

He walked over, rifled through Xue Shang’s robes, and produced a pouch, discovering inside it no fewer than two thousand spirit stones.

“Not bad at all.”

Admiring the gleaming spirit stones, Su Yifan prepared to take his leave.

Just then—

A buzzing sound.

From the center of Xue Shang’s forehead, a red light shot upward.

In the very next second, the red light coalesced midair into a figure.

But it was not Xue Shang; it was an old man with white hair and a youthful face.

“Who dares kill one of my own?”

A voice, ancient and boundless, spoke from the old man’s lips.

“Your grandfather did it. Got a problem with that?”

Su Yifan looked up at the floating apparition and said coolly.

“Boy, when I emerge from seclusion, I will surely—”

“So much nonsense.”

“Boom!”

Su Yifan slapped out with his palm, dispersing the apparition at once.

But a moment later, he regretted it, cursing, “Damn! If I had known, I’d have asked where he was hiding in seclusion.”