The hall was the scene of a fierce battle.
Yan Yun and his son quickly finished off the last black-clad man besides Ma Laoda. Meanwhile, the Yan family ancestor and Ma Laoda were locked in a furious struggle. Nearly half of the hall's furnishings had been destroyed by the two of them.
At this moment, Lu Fan sat behind the disheveled old Taoist, engrossed in an old bamboo slip.
Yan Yun and Yan Menghan, at their level, couldn't offer much help in the fight between the Yan family ancestor and Ma Laoda. Worried about the safety of the ancestor and Yan Mengxi, they stood behind the ancestor's dragon throne, protecting Yan Mengxi and observing the battle.
One had to admit that Ma Laoda's youth was his advantage. Despite being injured and able to use only one hand, he had managed to hold his ground for so long.
"Hmph! You old dog of the Yan family! This is all you've got! Living for a hundred and forty years. If you hadn't ambushed me, I would have killed you by now!" Ma Laoda was somewhat indignant. If he hadn't been careless and successfully ambushed by this shameless old man, he would have taken his head by now.
"Hahaha! Ma Laoda! I don't need to consider any methods when dealing with people like you. If I can ambush you once, I can ambush you a second time. And you definitely won't survive the second ambush!" The Yan family ancestor suddenly laughed heartily.
"You old dog! That's wishful thinking! Today, even if I'm exhausted, I'll wear you down and then kill all of them! What belongs to me, I will get!" Ma Laoda roared.
"Hmph! Then let me show you the Yan family's ultimate technique!" As soon as the Yan ancestor finished speaking, he lunged towards Ma Laoda. His claw-like hands, resembling iron hooks, shot towards Ma Laoda.
The speed and force were so immense, it was as if he had suddenly transformed into a different person!
Ma Laoda was startled and retreated rapidly. Although he could boast with his mouth, he dared not be careless with the Yan ancestor. If he had been so confident, he wouldn't have stayed away for so many years.
*Pfft...* Suddenly, a surge of energy pierced through Ma Laoda's back and erupted from his chest in a bloody line.
*Ugh...!* Ma Laoda grunted, and with extreme unwillingness, turned to look at the disheveled old Taoist. "You... Damn it! Another ambush!"
"Heh heh! This doesn't count as an ambush. That old man already told you that if he can ambush you once, he can ambush you a second time. But you didn't believe him...! I was just helping him verify it! What he said is true." The disheveled old Taoist shrugged, feigning innocence.
"Despicable... Shameless..." Ma Laoda cursed, pointing at the disheveled old Taoist, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud. He was dead.
"It is a bit despicable and shameless! But that old man already told you that you don't need to care about methods when dealing with people like you. And you definitely wouldn't survive the second ambush. But you didn't believe him! Heh heh!" The disheveled old Taoist said with his usual lewd grin.
*Bang...* The Yan ancestor said nothing. He simply walked over, grabbed Ma Laoda, twisted his neck with a crack, and began to search him. Unfortunately, Ma Laoda and his men had nothing of value on them.
"Little friend Lu Fan!" The Yan ancestor suddenly called out to Lu Fan.
Yan Yun and Yan Menghan were slightly startled and turned their gazes to Lu Fan.
"Senior! What are your orders?" Lu Fan turned around at this moment and asked with a smile.
"We were able to eliminate Ma Laoda and his men this time entirely thanks to the righteous intervention of little friend and this madman. I, this old man, thank little friend Lu Fan for your assistance! However, since Ma Laoda and his men have been eliminated, can you return our Yan family's Breath Concealment Art?" The Yan family ancestor said calmly, turning back to the dragon throne, instantly exuding an air of authority and imperial might.
"Hey! Old man, you also took this kid's Seven-Colored Jade. Shouldn't it be an exchange of goods?" Before Lu Fan could speak, the disheveled old Taoist suddenly interjected.
"This Seven-Colored Jade originally belonged to my Yan family. What return are you talking about? It's simply returning what belongs to its rightful owner. As long as I get back the Breath Concealment Art, I will gift the Falling Blossom Sword to little friend Lu Fan as a token of my appreciation!" The Yan family ancestor said coldly.
"You old man, are you bullying a child? Giving someone back their own property and you have the audacity to say it!" The disheveled old Taoist jumped up from the ground and shouted.
"Mad Taoist! Don't think that just because others respect you as Master Tianji, I will also respect you as Master Tianji! You betrayed my Luoyan Sect first, and then you took my Luoyan Sect's supreme treasure for yourself. It's fortunate I'm not killing you today! Hmph! If you hadn't intervened just now, I wouldn't have let you leave this palace alive!" The Yan family ancestor also rebuked angrily.
"Hmph! Do you think this Taoist is really afraid of you? Today, I really want to see what you can do to keep me!" The disheveled old Taoist was also enraged, pointing at the Yan ancestor and roaring.
"Senior... Senior! It's just a manual. I originally only wanted to preserve it for the Yan family and had no intention of claiming it for myself. Brother Yan! Here, I'm returning this to you." Lu Fan quickly jumped out and tossed the bamboo slip to Yan Menghan. If these two old men started fighting, it would be difficult to resolve.
Most importantly, he didn't know if the disheveled old Taoist could actually defeat the Yan ancestor. It was best not to take any risks.
"Senior Yan! We've given you the item, so we'll be taking our leave now." Lu Fan pulled the disheveled old Taoist and headed for the exit.
"Kid! Do you have any sense? That's a priceless Seven-Colored Jade! And you just gave it away... You brat, what kind of family can afford you to squander like this..." The disheveled old Taoist grumbled as he walked out, sounding like he was about to start a street brawl.
"Ancestor...!" Yan Menghan wanted to say something, but seeing the ancestor's sharp gaze, she swallowed her words.
"Hmph! These things originally belonged to our Yan family! I will definitely reclaim what belongs to our Yan family! And that includes this dragon throne!" A strange glint flashed in the Yan ancestor's eyes.
...
The entire Yan family manor had regained its silence. The cars outside the manor were gone.
A black car quietly drove away from the Yan family. Lu Fan and the disheveled old Taoist were inside, driven by Mo Xiong.
"Old man! Why did we leave in such a hurry? It felt like we were fleeing." Lu Fan glared at the disheveled old Taoist. This old man had rushed him out of the Yan family without even letting him say goodbye to Yan Menghan.
"What do you mean 'like fleeing'? This is fleeing! Do you want to wait for that old man to come to his senses and demand all of the Luoyan Sect's assets from you?"
"Then why didn't you fight him and show him your strength?" Lu Fan said disdainfully.
"Nonsense, if I could beat him, would I need you to tell me?" The disheveled old Taoist raised his hand and patted Lu Fan's head.