The middle-aged man's name was Su Yi. He was the eldest son of the Su family's third son, Su Chenghua's third brother, and her uncle.
Su Yi unsheathed the sword at his waist, and a cold glint suddenly appeared. He threw it high up into the air and threw it to Su Qian. He arrogantly said, "Hold on to the long sword. In case everyone says that I'm bullying the weak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yi's feet crushed the ground with his immense strength, and he charged straight at Su Qian like a ferocious wolf.
Everyone was waiting to see Su Qian's blood splatter on the spot.
Su Qian was the only one who remained calm in the face of danger. She narrowed her bloodthirsty eyes.
Going mad at her? She would make him pay the price.
Su Yi's palm flew toward Su Qian's fair face.
Without even looking at the fan-like palm, Su Qian's figure turned around like a raging flame. With a wave of air, the soft cufflink became as hard as iron due to the spiritual energy enveloping it. It wrapped around Su Yi's wrist in a seemingly delicate manner and twisted with force.
As Su Yi screamed like a pig being slaughtered, the crowd that was originally watching the show stopped laughing as if they had taken some medicine. No one had expected Su Qian to break Su Yi's arm into three pieces with a single move!
"Bastard, you're looking for death!" Su Yi's eyes were bloodshot as he reached out to pinch Su Qian's slender and soft neck. However, just as his hand was extended in mid-air, Su Qian flashed away at a terrifying speed and disappeared in an instant.
Su Yi was extremely shocked, but the fierce spiritual power behind him had already imprinted itself on his shoulder.
Su Qian moved behind Su Yi, and with a palm and a push, Su Yi was knocked to the ground.
Caught off guard by Su Qian's attack, Su Yi was so shocked that he thought he was already seriously injured. However, when he fell to the ground, he realized that there was only a feeling of suffocation in his chest. Su Qian's palm strike didn't even have the power to make him spit out blood.
"Hahaha, trash will always be trash. Su Qian, you'll always be a b*tch that can't even be brought into the spotlight!" Su Yi laughed hideously as he looked at the enchanting red-clothed woman in front of him and revealed a smile.
A cold glint suddenly appeared in her enchanting Phoenix eyes. Su Yi's heart tightened as he heard the sound of something breaking through the air falling from above.
Su Yi raised his head in shock. Amidst the crowd's exclamations, he could only watch as the long sword that he had thrown earlier descended rapidly.
Whoosh!
The sword slit Su Yi's throat and the long sword pierced through his throat, nailing him to the ground. The timing was actually not the slightest bit off.
A light breeze blew past, and the pungent smell of blood reverberated in the air. Everyone present was silent, and they felt a chill on their backs. They had actually unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat.
Seeing this scene, no one believed that this was just a coincidence.
Su Qian wanted Su Yi dead, but she didn't want to dirty her hands.
Who would have thought that the long sword that Su Yi had thrown at Su Qian, which he thought he had given way to, would actually become a sharp blade that stabbed at him, making him pay the price of his life for his arrogance!
Su Chenghua's face turned pale. He was so shocked that he could not close his mouth as he looked at the enchanting figure in the courtyard.
"Is this all your Su family can do?" Su Qian turned to Su Chenghua behind her and asked sarcastically.
With just one look, Su Chenghua felt a chill run down his spine. He yelled, "A-All of you, attack! I will give a third-grade elixir to whoever catches Su Qian!"
As soon as he said this, all the experts present had fanatical looks on their faces.
A third-grade elixir was something that many people could only dream of obtaining in their entire lives.
Sensing the murderous intent of the crowd, Su Qian clenched her fists in anger. "That's my mother's elixir. How can I allow you to waste it!"