61: Chapter 61 The Martial King So Young

"You... You stay away!"

Wang Tianhao completely broke down as he watched Su Yu approach step by step.

His face, which was originally meticulously groomed, was now as pale as paper due to extreme fear.

"I am the Young Master of the Wang Family! My grandfather is the Old Ancestor of the Wang Family! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, your whole Family will die! The entire Jiangnan Base will have no place for you!!"

Wang Tianhao shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice even changing pitch and becoming sharp and piercing due to extreme panic.

He tried to use the unassailable reputation of his Family to build a final psychological defense in front of this killer whose origins were unknown.

Hearing this, Su Yu's steps paused slightly.

Seeing Su Yu stop, Wang Tianhao's heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, suddenly settled, and a trace of ecstatic relief even uncontrollably appeared on his face.

"Haha! Scared? If you're scared, hurry up and kneel down to kowtow and admit your mistake, then cut off your own hands! Perhaps this young master can still leave your corpse intact..."

However, before Wang Tianhao could finish his wild words, his voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because he saw that Su Yu had not retreated, and in those deep, cold eyes, there was not a trace of awe for the Wang Family of Jiangnan; instead, an extreme indifference like looking at a dead person surged forth.

"The Wang Family of Jiangnan?"

A mocking arc curled at the corner of Su Yu's mouth. "I haven't gone to settle scores with you, yet you have taken the initiative to come to me!"

Boom!

Before the words even faded, Su Yu's figure disappeared from the spot without warning.

The next second.

"Ugh!"

Wang Tianhao only felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible, terrifying force locked onto his throat.

Su Yu appeared before him like a ghost, grabbing his neck with one hand and lifting him into mid-air as if he were a chick.

A strong sense of suffocation instantly stripped Wang Tianhao of all his strength. His feet kicked desperately in the air, his hands clutched tightly at Su Yu's iron-like arm, and his eyeballs bulged outwards due to blood congestion.

"Let... Let go of me... My grandfather... is a Martial Saint! You dare to touch me, you will surely die..."

Wang Tianhao squeezed out the last few intermittent threats from his throat. At this moment, he was still fantasizing that his grandfather, the Martial Saint who shook Jiangnan, could be his life-saving talisman.

"Bang!"

Before Su Yu could even make a move, Xiaobai, who had been obediently lying on Su Yu's shoulder, suddenly stretched out a furry, seemingly harmless little paw and delivered a solid punch to Wang Tianhao's twisted face.

"You idiot!"

Xiaobai withdrew its paw, shook it in disgust, and cursed in a milky yet infinitely arrogant voice: "Martial Saint? Are you trying to scare me with a Martial Saint? I could crush that dog-shit Martial Saint of your Family into meat paste with one hand!"

Xiaobai was definitely not bragging.

Its current Peak strength was enough to contend with the super-powerful beings of the Star Lord Realm! In the eyes of such a top-tier predator of the Universe, the so-called Martial Saint on Earth was indeed no different from an ant on the ground.

But the students hiding in the distance, shivering, could not understand what this "talking cat" was saying at all; they only felt that the world had gone completely crazy.

Just as Wang Tianhao was about to roll his eyes and pass out, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

"Arrogant brat!!"

A roar like thunder suddenly rolled from the depths of the Jiangnan No. 2 Martial Arts School.

Immediately after, a terrifying pressure, as heavy as substance, crashed down onto the square in front of the No. 3 Canteen like Mount Tai!

"To have stepped into the Martial King realm at such a young age, you are indeed a rare, peerless Prodigy! But this is not the capital for you to run wild on the territory of my Jiangnan No. 2 Martial Arts School with mere Martial King cultivation!"

Accompanied by this shout full of the authority of a superior, a grey figure appeared in everyone's line of sight.

The gust of wind dissipated.

The person who arrived was an old man dressed in a grey Tang suit.

His hair and beard were already grey, but his back was straight, and his body exuded a vast, ocean-like Qi and blood. In those deep-set eye sockets, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, locking tightly onto Su Yu, who was holding Wang Tianhao.

The Vice Principal of Jiangnan No. 2 Martial Arts School, and also the second-in-command of the Wang Family of Jiangnan, Wang Tianhao's own second uncle — Wang Zhennan!

"My God! It's Vice Principal Wang!"

"A Martial Emperor! Vice Principal Wang is a bona fide expert of the Martial Emperor Realm!"

"Wait! What did Vice Principal Wang just say? A Martial King?! That young man... that boy who looks about our age, is actually a Martial King?!"

A burst of irrepressible exclamations and gasps of shock erupted from the surrounding crowd of students.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old Martial King?

This simply overturned their understanding of martial arts Cultivation! You must know, at Jiangnan No. 2 Martial Arts School, being able to reach the Grandmaster Realm at this age was already enough to walk sideways. A Martial King? That was an existence capable of serving as the City Lord of a medium-sized base city!

"Second... Second Uncle... Save me..."

Wang Tianhao, who was being choked to the point of suffocation, saw the moment Wang Zhennan appeared as if he had grasped the last straw, his tears and snot flowing, and he reached out desperately toward the old man.

Wang Zhennan looked at his nephew's miserable appearance, then looked at the bodyguards with broken hands and feet all over the floor, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

His gaze was like a torch, sizing up Su Yu. Although he felt extreme shock at Su Yu's age and cultivation, relying on his own Martial Emperor Realm cultivation, he still maintained a condescending arrogance: "Young man, leave a way out for yourself, so that we may meet again in the future. I don't care which major power you are a descendant of, put down my nephew immediately! Kneel down, kowtow, and apologize, and perhaps I can spare your life for the sake of your hard-earned cultivation!"

In Wang Zhennan's view, no matter how Heaven-Defying a newly promoted Martial King was, in front of an old-school Martial Emperor like him, they could only bow their heads and submit.

...

The atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point.

On one side was an unfathomable, peerless Genius, and on the other was an old-school Martial Emperor who shook Jiangnan.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the eruption of this storm.

"Su Yu..."

Just then, a pair of slightly cold and trembling little hands gently tugged at the corner of Su Yu's clothes.

Xu Lele endured the swelling on her face and the severe pain in her neck, walking carefully to Su Yu's side.

She glanced at the terrifying Wang Zhennan, a trace of deep worry flashing in her eyes, and whispered pleadingly: "How about... we just forget it? You've already taught them a lesson for me. That is a Martial Emperor, and the Wang Family's influence is too great; I don't want you to bring disaster upon yourself because of me..."

In her understanding, a Martial Emperor was an existence capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. She did not want to watch the boy who illuminated her like light ruin his bright future because of a momentary impulse.

Hearing this voice full of worry and grievance.

Su Yu's eyes, which were originally as cold as frost, melted like snow the moment he turned to Xu Lele, turning into endless tenderness.

He did not look at Wang Zhennan in mid-air, but lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl in front of him who chose to compromise so as not to implicate him.

"It's okay. Trust me."

Su Yu's voice was very soft, but it carried an absolute self-confidence that seemed capable of supporting the entire sky.

He stretched out his hand that was not pinching anyone, and gently tucked the loose hair from her forehead behind her ear, saying gently: "In this world, no one can bully you and still live to tell the tale. Not even the heavens themselves."