"Ah! Sacred Master! What's wrong? Are you all right?"
With a deliberately bewildered look on his face, Su Yu took another two quick steps toward Murong Wuya, who was being pinned firmly to the ground not far away!
Crack~!
Pfft~!
The crisp sound of bones breaking and the sound of blood being spat out immediately rang through the main hall of Sacred Master Peak!
"Wait... wait...!"
"Su, Su Yu! What happened just now was all a misunderstanding!"
"Do you remember? More than a hundred years ago, when your master, Junior Sister Bai Shuang, brought you back to the Sacred Land as a child, I even held you in my arms! You called me Uncle back then!"
"Have you forgotten all that?"
Looking at Murong Wuya's bloodless face and feeble aura, the smile on Su Yu's face only grew wider, his eyes brimming with amusement!
"No!"
"How could I possibly forget?"
"Sacred Master Uncle, you named me the Holy Son. I have always been deeply grateful!"
"But why did you intend to murder me for my treasures, relying on your status and cultivation to seize my opportunity?"
"You said it yourself—I, this Holy Son, rendered tremendous service to the Sacred Land and brought plenty of glory to our Carefree Sacred Land!"
"To be honest, Sacred Master, what you did just now truly disappointed this Holy Son!"
Su Yu's tone was unhurried. Though a smile remained on his face throughout, the look in his eyes was colder than ten-thousand-year frost!
"Th-the truth is, the strength you displayed during the martial arts tournament greatly surprised me!"
"That's why I intended to test you and offer you some guidance!"
Murong Wuya's mind raced, and he quickly came up with an excuse, hoping to muddle his way through!
After all, he could now clearly see