Jiang Hongying waved her hand, and instantly, her men sheathed their knives—they did not chop off Xia Yi and Nian Nian’s hands but still subdued them.
At the same time, Shen Qingzhi finally let out a sigh of relief.
Su Luo had finally arrived!
But while she breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly at the "idiot" for knowingly jumping into a pit of fire. He was so foolish it hurt.
However, wasn’t this exactly what made Su Luo so charming? If not, why would she have come to regard him with such new respect?
Did she really just fall for Su Luo because of their frivolous night together?
Xia Yi also abruptly looked up, her gaze landing on the figure that had appeared before her.
At this moment, Su Luo was merely dressed in casual clothes, nothing special, but to her, he seemed as if clad in a golden armor and riding the magical clouds—her ultimate hope in her most desperate and helpless moment.
"Su Luo, I didn’t expect you to actually dare to come," Jiang Hongying said with a laugh upon seeing him.
Once Su Luo showed up, there was no way for him to leave.
If they, facing three Martial Arts Grandmasters, let an Inner Strength Martial Artist escape, it would be a huge joke.
"What have you done to my son?" Xia Hongbo’s attention was focused on his son, Xia Lianyun.
Now, Xia Lianyun was still unconscious, dragged in by Su Luo with one hand as if he were dragging a dead dog.
"Relax, he’s not dead," Su Luo said coldly.
Xia Hongbo was furious.
He wanted his son back whole, and a simple "not dead" wasn’t going to cut it. What good was his son if he ended up a cripple?
However, with Xia Lianyun in Su Luo’s hands, Xia Hongbo didn’t dare to act rashly, his eyes seething with fury.
Su Luo hoisted Xia Lianyun up, patted him on the head, and Xia Lianyun slowly came to, his face filled with terror as he blurted out, "Don’t come over..."
Then, he saw Xia Hongbo.
"Dad?" Xia Hongbo was immediately taken aback and then, as if seeing a lifesaver, he pleaded, "Dad, save me, please save me."
At this point, Xia Lianyun was filled with fear toward Su Luo, a far cry from his former image as Jinling’s number one young master, a Martial Arts prodigy, and a practitioner of the Ninth Stage of Inner Strength.
Although Xia Lianyun’s performance was pitiful, Xia Hongbo was able to make a preliminary judgment that apart from the arm that had been crippled earlier, Xia Lianyun hadn’t suffered more injuries, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I’m willing to let him go unscathed, but you have to arrange for someone to take Xia Yi and Nian Nian out of Jinling right away. Once they safely return to Jiangbei, I promise to release him," Su Luo stated coldly to Xia Hongbo.
"Su Luo, do you really think you have the right to negotiate here?" Jiang Hongying snorted coldly.
As her voice fell, a powerful oppressive force surged toward Su Luo.
It was the spiritual pressure of a Grandmaster.
To ordinary people and Inner Strength Martial Artists, the reason for the deep sense of awe when facing a Martial Arts Grandmaster wasn’t just their status. Martial Arts Grandmasters developed spiritual power, which could generate a kind of spiritual pressure.
The stronger the individual, the more powerful that spiritual pressure.
And Su Luo knew that Jiang Hongying was a Second-Grade Peak Grandmaster!
Before his arrival, Aunt Shen had secretly sent him a message. She didn’t stop him from coming but gave him crucial information.
"Three Great Grandmasters!"
"Wan Chuanxiong, Pinnacle of Third-Grade Grandmaster!"
"Jiang Hongying, Second-Grade Peak Grandmaster!"
"Xia Hongbo, Second-Grade Peak Grandmaster!"
She informed Su Luo of the strength of these three Great Grandmasters so that Su Luo would be prepared and not just throwing his life away.
It also gave Su Luo an understanding of the strength of Wan Chuanxiong, Jiang Hongying, and Xia Hongbo.
However, when Su Luo had faced the Pinnacle of Third-Grade Grandmaster, Wan Chuanxiong, that spiritual pressure had barely affected him, let alone from a Second-Grade Peak Grandmaster like Jiang Hongying.
In terms of strength, if they came to blows, Su Luo might not beat them.
But in terms of spiritual power, Su Luo dared to say they should call him ’grandfather.’
After all, Su Luo was a Cultivator, his meditations honing Divine Sense, which was many times more powerful than the spiritual power wielded by Martial Arts Grandmasters.
Therefore, when faced with Jiang Hongying’s spiritual pressure, Su Luo remained unperturbed, and said coldly, "Whether I’m qualified to set terms here, I’m afraid, isn’t something an old hag like you can decide on her own."
Jiang Hongying’s complexion changed drastically.
That Su Luo could withstand her spiritual pressure without any abnormal reaction was surprising enough, but on top of that, he had the audacity to call her an old hag?
This significantly intensified her urge to kill Su Luo.
She wished she could strike immediately, to slay Su Luo in retaliation for her son and to vent her own anger.
But she was also aware that since this was happening in Jinling and she had invited Xia Hongbo over, it was impossible for her to disregard Xia Hongbo’s opinion and to ignore the life or death of Xia Lianyun.
"Xia Hongbo, your son’s life is in your hands now—it’s up to you to decide. I think you’ve got the picture," Su Luo said, holding Xia Lianyun and ready to strike at any moment to take his life.