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When he returned to the Li family home, Ming Jing'er was already waiting for him in the living room.

Several thick ancient books and a stack of printed materials were spread out in front of her, and her expression was somewhat solemn.

"Uncle Su, I've found out the identity of that faceless man." Ming Jing'er pointed to an illustration in one of the ancient books, which depicted a person wearing a faceless mask.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be the faceless evil man who was personally killed by Master Baili twenty years ago."

Su Hao raised an eyebrow slightly: "Someone killed by my master?"

"Yes." Ming Jing'er nodded, her tone tinged with apprehension.

"This faceless evil man was a notorious villain who roamed the martial arts world twenty years ago. He specialized in killing ancient martial arts practitioners, absorbing their internal energy to enhance his own cultivation. His methods were extremely cruel, and he killed no fewer than ten grandmasters. Later, Grandmaster Baili personally intervened and fought him for dozens of moves before finally killing him."

She paused, then added, "Logically speaking, he should have been dead for twenty years. But according to the records of the Martial Arts Department, after Grandmaster Baili killed him, his body was never found. So some people have always suspected that he might not have died, but was just seriously injured and hiding away to recuperate. Now that twenty years have passed, his injuries should have fully recovered, and his strength may even be greater than before."

After listening, Su Hao remained silent for a moment, then laughed: "Interesting. Someone who was killed by my master is now coming to cause me trouble again. It seems he wants to get revenge on me."

Ming Jing'er said worriedly, "Uncle Su, this faceless evil man is extremely ferocious and dangerous. Back then, even Grandmaster Baili fought him for dozens of moves before finally defeating him. Now, twenty years later, his strength may be even more terrifying. You must be very careful!"

Su Hao waved his hand, his tone relaxed: "A head-on clash, I'll kill as many as they come. They're just a bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails, nothing to make a fuss about."

Looking at his nonchalant attitude, Ming Jing'er opened her mouth, wanting to say a few more words of advice, but in the end she kept quiet.

She knew that Su Hao was a man who never took any enemy seriously.

And this confidence is his greatest weapon.

……

The Hong family mansion.

Hong Aoran, the head of the Hong family, sat on the grand chair in the main hall, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Hong Xuan's body was covered with a white sheet and placed in the center of the hall.

The elders and core disciples of the Hong family stood on both sides, not daring to breathe, and the entire hall was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

Hong Aoran's gaze swept over Hong Sansi, who was kneeling on the ground, and his voice was icy: "Speak, what happened?"

Hong Sansi, trembling all over, recounted the whole story.

From Hong Yuanji harassing Duan Shandie on the street, to Su Hao injuring Hong Yuanji, to Hong Xuan going to the Duan family martial arts school to cause trouble, and finally being crushed to death by Su Hao.

After listening, Hong Aoran remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and kicked Hong Sansi in the chest.

"Bang!"

Hong Sansi was kicked backward and flew into the air, crashing into the wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slid softly to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his feet, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed, pleading, "Master, spare my life! Master, spare my life!"

Hong Aoran stared at him, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "You raised a fine son! And the good helpers you hired! One a good-for-nothing, the other a fool! They caused my Hong family to lose an Inner Strength martial artist! Do you think I wouldn't dare kill your whole family?!"

Hong Sansi was terrified and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Master! I know I was wrong! Please, for the sake of my many years of service to the Hong family, spare my life!"

Hong Aoran snorted coldly, sat back down in his armchair, and said coldly, "Tell me about Su Hao's situation in detail."

Hong Sansi dared not hide anything and told everything he knew about Su Hao.

"He is the deputy director of the Martial Arts Department, a disciple of Baili Xuanyi. He killed Xing Caizhe in the capital, beat Shi Yiqun, and also clashed with Hua Xiachang."

After listening, Hong Aoran remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice tinged with a cold laugh: "To be able to crush Hong Xuan with one blow, one must at least be an Inner Strength martial artist, perhaps even close to a Grandmaster. However, offending the Hong family means that even if he were the Heavenly King himself, he would still die."

He stood up, walked to Hong Xuan's body, lifted the white sheet, glanced at the unseeing face, and then covered it again.

"Pass on my order: the Duan family martial arts school will be closed tomorrow. That old bastard Duan Yu should prepare to die tonight. If he dares to escape, kill everyone connected to him."

"Yes!" the Hong family members responded in unison.

Hong Aoran glanced at Hong Sansi kneeling on the ground again, a cold glint in his eyes: "As for you..."

He raised his hand and slapped Hong Sansi on the top of his head.

"Snap!"

Hong Sansi's eyes were wide open, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Hong Aoran withdrew his hand, his tone calm: "Exterminate his entire family, leave no one alive."

"yes!"

The next day, news shocked the entire city of Nanjing.

Hong Sansi's martial arts school has closed down.

Not only that, but Hong Sansi's entire family of thirteen was killed overnight, with no one surviving.

Everyone knows that this was Hong Aoran's doing.

Hong Sansi's son, Hong Yuanji, offended someone he shouldn't have, resulting not only in his own beating but also in the loss of an internal strength martial artist to the Hong family.

Enraged, Hong Aoran wiped out Hong Sansi's entire family.

After this news spread, everyone in the Jinling martial arts community felt threatened.

Hong Aoran's brutality and ruthlessness sent chills down everyone's spine.

Another piece of news released by Hong Aoran drew everyone's attention to the Duan Family Martial Arts School.

[Duan Yu, prepare to die tonight!]

……

Night falls at the Duan Family Martial Arts School.

Duan Yu sat in the main hall, his face ashen.

He held a cup of tea that had gone cold in his hand, but didn't drink a drop.

Duan Shandie stood beside him, her face full of anxiety: "Dad! Let's inform Su Hao! Maybe he really can handle Hong Aoran!"

Duan Yu shook his head, a bitter tone in his voice: "No need, I don't want to drag him down. He's just a twenty-year-old; no matter how talented he is, he's at most an internal energy martial artist. Hong Aoran is a grandmaster-level expert; if he comes, he'll only be throwing his life away."

Duan Shandie said unwillingly, "But...maybe Su Hao really is powerful? Didn't he kill Hong Xuan? Hong Xuan was an internal energy martial artist!"

Duan Yu sighed, "Shan Die, you don't understand. The difference between an Inner Strength martial artist and a Grandmaster is like heaven and earth. A hundred Inner Strength martial artists might not be a match for a Grandmaster. Su Hao was able to kill Hong Xuan, but that doesn't mean he can deal with Hong Aoran. He's only twenty years old; he can't possibly have the strength of a Grandmaster. No matter how strong he is, it's useless."

Duan Shandie bit her lip, her eyes red, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Just then, the door of the martial arts school was kicked open.

Hong Aoran strode in, accompanied by more than a dozen core disciples of the Hong family.

His gaze swept across the martial arts hall, finally settling on Duan Yu. His tone was undisguised contempt and arrogance: "Where is Su Hao? Tell him to come out and face his death!"

Duan Yu stood up, blocking his daughter's path, and said in a deep voice, "Hong Aoran, this matter has nothing to do with Su Hao. Whatever your problem is, I, Duan Yu, will take care of it."

Hong Aoran looked at him and sneered, "Who do you think you are? You dare to speak to me? Today, everyone from your Duan Family Martial Arts School will die. That Su Hao won't survive either. Daring to kill members of my Hong family, this is your fate!"

Duan Shandie couldn't help but step forward, glaring at Hong Aoran: "What gives you the right to be so arrogant?! Su Hao might not be weaker than you!"

Hong Aoran sneered, his eyes filled with disdain: "Even if he's stronger than me, so what? Does he think he's stronger than a martial arts grandmaster? My Hong family has the Eighth Grandmaster Hong behind us! No matter how powerful he is, can he possibly be stronger than a grandmaster?"

Just then, a calm voice came from the entrance of the martial arts school.

"A martial arts master, is that so great?"

Everyone turned to look.

Su Hao stood at the door, the moonlight casting a silvery glow behind him.

A faint smile played on his lips as he looked calmly at Hong Aoran, as if he were watching a clown jumping around.

"Let him come over," Su Hao said slowly.

"I want to see who kills whom."

Su Hao walked in from outside, bypassing Hong Aoran and the group of Hong family disciples, and went straight to Duan Shandie, his tone tinged with reproach: "Why didn't you inform me when such a big thing happened?"

Duan Shandie stuck out her tongue and said somewhat embarrassedly, "My dad doesn't want me to tell you, he's afraid it will implicate you."

Su Hao rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "Your dad's stupid, and you're just as dumb? How many times have I told you, I don't take the Hong family seriously."

Duan Yu, who was standing to the side, blushed when he heard this.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but found that he had no way to refute it.

Su Hao turned to Hong Aoran, his tone tinged with impatience: "It's all your fault, causing trouble for no reason and making me run around so late at night. So, how are you going to compensate me?"

Hong Aoran was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Compensation? Are you fucking an idiot? You're about to die and you still dare to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Hao moved.

No one saw how Su Hao moved.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, piercing slap rang out in the silent night sky.

Hong Aoran was as if he had been hit by an invisible truck, spinning 720 degrees before crashing heavily to the ground. Half of his face was swollen, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and a few teeth mixed with blood rolled out of his mouth.

Hong Aoran lay on the ground, his mind blank, and it took him three or four seconds to come to his senses.

He covered his swollen face, slowly raised his head, and looked at Su Hao with disbelief, horror, and fear in his eyes.

Grandmaster!

This young man is a grandmaster martial artist!

A twenty-year-old grandmaster?

Horror!