The Villain: Claiming The Protagonist's Master

BOOM—

The next moment, the distant horizon suddenly surged, flames ignited in clusters, turning half the sky crimson red.

And following that, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

Clouds rolled at the edge of the sky, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps, followed by dazzling, blinding flashes of lightning.

Under the confused gazes of the crowd,

eight massive flying boats crushed the heavens as they approached, causing the space to tremble and hum, like Mount Tai descending upon the world.

At the forefront of each flying boat stood an upright elder with a steady posture.

Their feet seemed like nails rooted firmly into the deck of the flying boats, unshakable.

Their faces were entirely dark gray, emanating an aura of ancientness and vicissitudes, as though weathered by countless years of history.

Behind them stood ten thousand armored soldiers, fully equipped.

Their armor was made of special materials with incredible defensive capabilities—so much so that even a peak Saint-level cultivator would find it difficult to break through.

These were none other than the Su Family's guardians—Dragon Flame Guards!

Every single Dragon Flame Guard was an elite among elites, possessing formidable combat prowess.

Even a peak-stage Quasi-Emperor could risk death when surrounded by them.

As for the elders at the forefront of the flying boats, they were the Su Family's deepest foundation—each one a peak Quasi-Emperor powerhouse.

"That's the Su Family's Dragon Flame Guards of the Heaven, Earth, Qi, Kun, Li, Zhen, and Eight Divine Camps!" someone exclaimed.

Upon seeing the Dragon Flame Guards on the flying boats, the streets erupted with astonished reverence.

"It's said that the Su Family's Eight Divine Camps can only be mobilized in life-and-death, extinction-level emergencies!"

"What in the world has happened in Donghua Continent's prefecture?"

"This time, the Xiao Family is doomed!"

The crowd below murmured fervently, their eyes brimming with shock. Such a spectacle was utterly terrifying.

At this moment, the elder on the "Heaven"-inscribed flying boat opened his eyes and shouted downward,

"Slay all invading enemies!"

"Kill!"

The echo of his voice resounded throughout the entire airspace, silencing all noise, plunging the scene into an eerie stillness.

"Kill!!!"

Eight thousand Dragon Flame Guards roared in unison, transforming into a torrent of steel as they charged downward toward the Xiao Family's elite forces, sealing off all escape routes.

"This... how is this possible?"

Seeing this, Su Yong collapsed to the ground in terror, muttering, "Weren't the Eight Divine Camps all taken away by the family head? How could they appear here?"

He felt like he was dreaming.

It was well known that the Eight Divine Camps were the Su Family's most core force, and they had reportedly been deployed out of Donghua Continent just days ago.

Now, their sudden appearance was beyond belief!

"Brother Su Yong, didn't you say the Su Family's Eight Divine Camps were all withdrawn from the prefecture?"

Watching the Xiao Family's elites fall one after another under the Dragon Flame Guards' blades, Xiao Tiancheng panicked, rushing over to question Su Yong, "You... you didn't collude with Su Chen to trap me, did you?"

Though he doubted Su Yong would betray him, the current turn of events left him no choice but to suspect.

Su Yong's face turned ashen as he shook his head, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

He never expected the Eight Divine Camps to suddenly reappear here, something completely beyond his comprehension.

It was all too bizarre.

Could it be that Su Chen had known all along about his plans to revolt and had staged this entire performance to deceive him?

Countless questions flooded Su Yong's mind, making the situation seem increasingly strange.

No matter how he thought about it, he could never guess that Su Chen was a transmigrator who knew all their secrets inside out.

"Brother Su Yong, Brother Tiancheng, we need to flee now! With the Eight Divine Camps here, if we don't escape, we're finished!"

Seeing the two of them stunned into fear by the might of the Dragon Flame Guards, Ye Fan grew anxious, pulling at their sleeves to persuade them.

Had he known this earlier, he would have listened to Luo Shen and avoided meddling in this mess.

Hearing Ye Fan's reminder, Su Yong finally snapped out of it. With a pale face, he nodded, rallying the group to break out and flee.

Though his heart was filled with unwillingness, he knew that only by escaping could he preserve his life—and one day, he might have the chance to avenge his parents.

"Trying to escape?"

Just then, an icy voice rang out. Su Chen suddenly appeared, hovering above them.

His cold gaze bore down upon them like a sovereign surveying ants from high above, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

"The sins of you three are enough to implicate nine generations of your clans. How could I possibly let you escape?"

With that, his robe billowed as his spiritual energy gathered at his dantian.

"Roar—"

A golden dragon's shadow emerged behind him, letting out a dragon's roar that echoed across the nine heavens!

"Ah—that's the legendary Divine Dragon Martial Spirit!"

Seeing this, the surrounding experts gasped in unison, their eyes filled with fear and awe as they stared at Su Chen above.

Buzz...

Everyone present felt a piercing pain in their eardrums, nearly fainting on the spot.

In that moment, a vast, overwhelming pressure swept across the area, as if mountains were collapsing, suppressing everything in its path.

Boom!

Su Yong, Xiao Tiancheng, and Ye Fan collapsed to their knees, their faces flushed red as veins bulged, sweat pouring down like rain.

The immense pain made them feel as if their bodies would explode, their internal organs flipping over. They wished they could faint immediately to escape the agony.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

All three spat blood as they fell to the ground, their faces twisted in agony, clearly enduring unbearable pain.

The Divine Dragon Martial Spirit's oppressive force on their souls was too powerful. It was like sheep standing before the king of the jungle—a tiger—utterly helpless.

"Young Master, spare us!"

"Young Master, we are willing to serve you loyally as cattle and horses for life!"

Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng kowtowed repeatedly, crying and begging for mercy. They only hoped for a chance to live in humiliation.

"Hmph, you're not even worthy of being slaves of the Su Family," Su Chen snorted coldly.

Raising his right hand, he pressed down gently, sending a mysterious law force toward them.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the Su Family estate, and the two were instantly reduced to blood mist, vanishing into thin air.

After dealing with Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng, Su Chen turned his gaze to the lone Ye Fan, whose forehead was covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

Though the earlier battle had clearly terrified him, Ye Fan still stood tall and proud, showing no signs of fear or submission.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly.

"You've got guts. It seems you're indeed someone worth noting."

But then his tone turned icy, "However, today, you must still die!"

"Back at the Immortal Sword Sect, I could've ordered someone to kill you. Do you know why I didn't?"

Su Chen's cold eyes fixed on Ye Fan as he asked.

Hearing this, Ye Fan's pupils shrank, a chill running down his spine.

"It's because you're a child of fate, carrying immense fortune. So, I let you live, like raising a dog, to this day."

Su Chen's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"In my eyes, killing you is as easy as squashing an ant, utterly boring. I'd planned to let you live a little longer and harvest all your fortune before killing you."

Su Chen's voice grew colder and colder until it was as icy as frost.

"How do you know my identity?"

Ye Fan's pupils dilated to the extreme. No wonder Su Chen had been paying him special attention; it turned out his secrets had long been exposed.

His heart surged with waves of shock, his back drenched in cold sweat.

"Want to know?"

Su Chen's tone turned playful as he looked at Ye Fan, smirking.

"Tell me," Ye Fan nodded forcefully.

"Go ask the Buddha in the Western Paradise!"

Su Chen's cold shout was followed by a raised palm strike.

A golden palm print appeared in the air, carrying a terrifying, overwhelming power as it descended upon Ye Fan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden palm print moved with the speed of thunder, arriving in an instant.

Ye Fan had no time to dodge and could only muster all his strength to punch at the golden palm.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, producing a muffled explosion like a meteor crashing into Earth.

The shockwave from the impact sent Ye Fan flying hundreds of meters into a wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly incapacitated.

"Tsk tsk... No wonder you're a child of fate. Still alive after that," Su Chen shook his head with some regret.

Being shrouded in fate meant the person had the ability to defy the heavens. Killing them wasn't easy.

But Su Chen didn't mind. To him, Ye Fan was just an ant.

If one attempt to kill doesn't succeed, then a second time; if the second time doesn't work, then a third time!

Immediately, he started moving his steps towards Ye Fan.

"Aunt Luo, save me."

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