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The plane landed at Nanjing International Airport.

After the cabin door opened, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting on the tarmac, with several bodyguards in black suits standing respectfully beside the car, clearly there to pick up Ouyang Mofei.

Su Hao sensed that at least four experts were targeting Ouyang Mofei's location from various corners of the airport.

Those people were all at least at the Inner Strength level, clearly sent by Hua Xia to secretly protect his daughter.

Ouyang Mofei put on her sunglasses, glanced back at Su Hao, and said, "I will seriously consider it."

Then, surrounded by bodyguards, he got into a Rolls-Royce and drove away.

Su Hao withdrew his gaze and said to Ming Jing'er, "Let's go back to the Li family."

He didn't inform the Li family in advance that he was coming back, wanting to give Song Xiaoxiao and Li Qiuchan a surprise.

However, when he drove to the entrance of Yunxi Bay Villa, he was met not with surprise, but with shock.

The gate to the Li family villa is broken!

The heavy wrought iron gate seemed to have been forcibly smashed open by some enormous force, and it lay twisted and deformed on the ground. Several deep claw marks remained on the door frame, as if it had been scratched by some ferocious beast.

Su Hao's face instantly darkened.

He pushed open the car door and rushed into the yard, only to see a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Song Xiaoxiao, Song Zhongji, Yu Wenqian, Li Qiuchan, Li Guoliang, Wang Xiulian... everyone knelt on the ground in the center of the courtyard.

Everyone's face was as pale as paper, their bodies trembling slightly, yet they gritted their teeth and did not utter a single plea for mercy.

Standing before them were five men dressed in black robes.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and beard, around sixty or seventy years old, with a gaunt face, piercing eyes, and an aura of power befitting a grandmaster.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the people kneeling on the ground, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

The other four men in black robes stood behind him. Although their auras were not as strong as the old man's, they were all above the level of internal strength. Each of them had a cold expression and was obviously a well-trained martial artist.

Song Xiaoxiao was the first to spot Su Hao. Her face instantly turned even paler, and she shouted, "Su Hao! Run! They're here specifically to get you!"

The white-haired elder who was in the lead slowly turned his head to look at Su Hao, his gaze filled with scrutiny and contempt: "You are Su Hao?"

Su Hao did not answer his question.

He walked step by step to the center of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the people kneeling on the ground. Only after confirming that they were not seriously injured did his anger subside slightly, but the chilling killing intent intensified.

Su Hao walked up to the white-haired old man, stopped, and said in a frighteningly calm tone: "Let my family stand up."

The white-haired old man looked at him, a cold smile playing on his lips: "So you're Su Hao, the one who caused such a ruckus in the capital? You don't look all that impressive. I am Zhang Sanfeng, a true successor of Tai Chi. I've come today on someone's behalf to take your life."

Su Hao ignored his self-introduction and repeated it again, his voice even colder: "I said, let my family stand up."

Zhang Sanfeng's smile vanished, a flash of anger crossing his eyes: "Young man, don't think that just because you've made a name for yourself in the capital, you can be so insolent before me. When I was roaming the martial world, you were still in your mother's womb!"

Su Hao stopped talking nonsense.

His body moved.

No one present saw how he moved.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, a master-level expert, only saw a blurry shadow flash by.

The next second, Su Hao appeared in front of the four black-robed men with internal energy.

He raised his hand and slapped the leftmost man in the chest.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

A palm print dented into the man's chest. He was thrown backward as if hit by a speeding truck, crashing into the courtyard wall and creating a large hole in the brickwork. He then slid softly to the ground, spitting out blood. It was clear he was not going to survive.

The remaining three men in black robes were terrified and quickly spread out, trying to create distance between themselves.

But Su Hao was too fast, so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up.

They heard three muffled thuds, and then felt their bodies lose control, flying out like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, following in their companions' footsteps.

From the moment Su Hao made his move until all four internal energy martial artists fell to the ground, the entire process took no more than two seconds.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression finally changed.

He originally thought that Su Hao was just a young man in his early twenties. No matter how talented or skilled he was, he would at most be at the peak of internal energy.

As a grandmaster, I have more than enough power to defeat him.

But the speed and power Su Hao had just displayed made him realize that he had seriously underestimated this young man.

He abandoned his contempt, adopted a Tai Chi starting stance, and said in a deep voice, "Good lad! I underestimated you! Come on, let me see your skills!"

Su Hao didn't stand on ceremony with him. He flashed again and threw a punch straight at Zhang Sanfeng's face.

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques; it was just a straightforward straight punch.

But the speed and force of the punch caused the air to explode with a sharp sound!

Zhang Sanfeng's expression turned serious. He dared not take the blow head-on. He stepped into the Seven Star Step and slid to the side like flowing water. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and used the move "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail" to try to use Su Hao's force against him and redirect the punch into empty space.

However, when his palm touched Su Hao's fist, he realized how naive his thoughts had been.

That power was something he couldn't control at all!

It was a pure, domineering, and devastating power!

It was as if a mountain was pressing down on us, or as if an ancient ferocious beast had opened its blood-red maw, ready to devour everything!

Zhang Sanfeng felt an overwhelming force coming from his arm, and his "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail" technique couldn't even hold for a second before being brutally broken through by that force.

Immediately afterwards, the force spread up his arm, surged into his body, and frantically destroyed his meridians and internal organs.

"puff!"

Zhang Sanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back seven or eight steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

His right arm hung limply at his side—the bones in his arm had been shattered by Su Hao's punch!

He looked up at Su Hao, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief: "You...you're not an internal energy cultivator...you're...a Grandmaster?"

Su Hao did not answer him, but just stared at him coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man.

An unprecedented fear surged in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

He knew he had met his match today.

Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth, pulled out a signal flare from his pocket, and was about to pull the fuse to call for help.

But Su Hao didn't give him that chance.

Four silver needles flew from Su Hao's hand, transforming into four streaks of light that precisely pierced Zhang Sanfeng's joints.

Zhang Sanfeng felt a numbness in his limbs and lost control of his body. He fell to his knees with a thud, and the signal flare in his hand rolled to the ground.

Of the four black-robed men who were knocked away by Su Hao, two had already died, while the other two were still breathing and struggling to get up and escape.

Without turning his head, Su Hao fired four more silver needles, which accurately pierced the back of the two men's heads.

The two men froze, collapsed to the ground, and fell completely silent.

Ming Jing'er stood aside, watching Su Hao deal with five martial artists, including a grandmaster, as if cutting melons and vegetables, and was utterly shocked.

She strode up to the white-haired elder who was the leader, knelt down, examined his face closely, and then gasped: "You're Zhang Sanfeng from the Zhang family! The Tai Chi master who was expelled from the Zhang family three years ago!"

Zhang Sanfeng knelt on the ground, with silver needles inserted into his joints, unable to move.

He raised his head, looked at Ming Jing'er, and sneered, "That's right, it's me. Little girl, since you know I'm from the Zhang family, you should know that if you kill me, the Zhang family won't let you off!"

Su Hao walked up to him, looking down at him, and asked in a calm tone, "Who sent you?"

Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Su Hao wasn't in a hurry. He slowly squatted down, reached out and grasped the silver needle inserted in Zhang Sanfeng's left shoulder, and gently rotated it.

The pain from the silver needles piercing the acupoints caused Zhang Sanfeng to convulse, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "You...kill me! I won't say a word!"

Su Hao looked at him, his gaze completely unmoved.

"You think I wouldn't guess just because you didn't tell me? The Shi family from the capital, right?"