Chapter 68: Kill Without Hesitation!

Chu Tian strode forward, moving all the way to the stairway entrance. At that moment, the stairway was blocked by a sofa, and atop the sofa stood a middle-aged man—Sun Zhou.

“Get out of my way!”

Chu Tian’s cold voice rang out.

But Sun Zhou remained standing on the sofa, showing no intention of yielding.

“You’re Chu Tian?” Sun Zhou sized him up, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

“Are you from the Situ family?” Chu Tian retorted.

“I’ve already assessed Ye Binglan’s strength. Her skills are decent, but she’s only at the level of internal energy.”

“The men I sent to Yunhe Villa are all at the peak of external force. Even if they couldn’t defeat Ye Binglan, they shouldn’t have all been killed, with not a single one escaping.”

“Kid, how did my four subordinates die? Did you kill them?”

Sun Zhou’s gaze was sharp as lightning, locking tightly onto Chu Tian.

His insight surpassed Situ Feng’s, so he could easily deduce that those men in black hadn’t fallen to Ye Binglan.

Chu Tian was taken aback by his words, then quickly understood.

“So the men in black who attacked Yunhe Villa were from your Situ family?”

Chu Tian’s face darkened; he hadn’t expected to learn the truth here.

No wonder Han Bao couldn’t uncover the identities of the four men in black—they were all from the Situ family. That explained everything.

Han Bao had initially suspected they were sent by Song Tao, but had been investigating in the wrong direction entirely.

Just then, an angry shout echoed from the second floor.

“Kill him!”

Situ Feng, suppressing his injuries, had risen and moved to the railing, his eyes fixed on Chu Tian.

At those words, Sun Zhou instantly became a blur, lunging fiercely at Chu Tian.

Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder.

Sun Zhou’s speed reached its peak, his body producing a sonic boom in midair as he punched straight at Chu Tian’s chest.

Facing such a ferocious attack, Chu Tian remained unmoved, as if he hadn’t reacted at all.

Boom!

Sun Zhou’s fist struck Chu Tian’s chest, unleashing a powerful surge of force.

In an instant, the surrounding glass shattered under the shockwave, yet Chu Tian stood firm.

Sun Zhou’s fist felt as though it had struck a mountain, unable to budge him in the slightest.

“A Martial Lord?”

Sun Zhou exclaimed in shock, unable to contain himself.

Chu Tian’s protective aura was so dense, it effortlessly blocked Sun Zhou’s full-force blow—a testament to Chu Tian’s true power.

Before Sun Zhou could withdraw his fist, Chu Tian seized his wrist and pulled him back.

Sun Zhou lost his balance and crashed to the floor.

Before he could react, Chu Tian’s leg swept toward his chest.

Bang!

Sun Zhou’s ribs snapped; his body was sent flying like a broken kite and crashed heavily into the bar counter.

Crash!

In an instant, half the bar was smashed to pieces, liquor spilling everywhere, drenching Sun Zhou from head to toe.

A grand master reduced to such a sorry state—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Witnessing this, Situ Feng’s face turned pale.

He had always believed Chu Tian was nothing but a pretty boy, an insignificant fool, never worth his attention.

Now he realized what a grave mistake he had made.

Chu Tian was actually a Martial Lord!

Was this some kind of joke?

Sun Zhou couldn’t even withstand a single blow from Chu Tian—who else in attendance could possibly defeat him now?

With a whoosh, Chu Tian leaped into the air, soaring several meters to land atop the second-floor railing.

Situ Feng’s expression changed dramatically; he retreated again and again.

Chu Tian stared at Situ Feng’s face, which gradually merged in his memory with that of Situ Deng; the two brothers looked remarkably alike.

Yet Chu Tian ignored Situ Feng and turned instead to the fallen Ye Binglan.

Chu Tian flashed to her side.

“What did you do to my second sister?”

His voice was filled with rage, though his movements were gentle as he cradled the unconscious Ye Binglan in his arms.

Her consciousness was already fading, and she was breathing in strange, delicate gasps.

Chu Tian grasped her wrist, carefully checking her pulse.

Situ Feng, terrified, retreated into a corner, unable to muster the slightest thought of escape.

Though Chu Tian’s focus was on Ye Binglan, Situ Feng knew that if he dared to think of fleeing, he wouldn’t make it out of the bar alive.

As for attempting a sneak attack on Chu Tian, that was out of the question.

If Situ Feng tried to ambush Chu Tian, it would only hasten his death.

Moments later, Chu Tian finished his diagnosis.

Ye Binglan was not seriously harmed; she had merely been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

The drug itself was not poisonous, but if its effects weren’t released, it would eventually damage her body.

Situ Feng’s intentions in drugging her were all too clear!

Chu Tian gently laid Ye Binglan on an undamaged sofa, then turned to Situ Feng once more.

“What... what are you going to do?” Situ Feng stammered, backing up until his back hit the wall.

“You dared to drug my second sister—do you think I’ll spare your life?”

Chu Tian’s face was icy, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent.

“You... you can’t kill me!”

“If you kill me, even as a Martial Lord, the Situ family will never let you go.”

In his panic, Situ Feng clung to his identity, gradually regaining some confidence.

He believed the Situ family’s reputation would surely intimidate Chu Tian.

After all, though he had harbored evil intentions toward Ye Binglan, he hadn’t succeeded.

Chu Tian surely wouldn’t risk making an enemy of such a powerful ancient martial clan over this incident!

Unbeknownst to him, mentioning the Situ family only reignited Chu Tian’s hatred.

“The Situ family?”

“You dared to harm my second sister—don’t think it’s just you who deserves death. The entire Situ family will pay for your actions today!”

Chu Tian flicked his finger, releasing a burst of energy.

Bang!

The force shot out, instantly piercing Situ Feng’s skull.

Situ Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief, and the next moment, his corpse fell to the ground, blood streaming from his forehead.

Chu Tian didn’t linger. He turned and carried Ye Binglan toward the private room upstairs.

The second-floor suite was Ye Binglan’s office, as well as her usual resting place. In the corner stood a single bed.

Chu Tian placed Ye Binglan on the bed, her body already feverish, unconsciously tearing at her own clothes.

Her already tattered evening dress became even more disheveled, revealing her snowy skin—a scene both alluring and poignant.