Chapter 313: Suppression

"Oh, Heaven, that man in black isn't wearing a parachute; is he trying to jump out of the plane and commit suicide?"

"I don't know, maybe his black clothes are a wingsuit, and he's doing some extreme wingsuit flying."

"Look quickly, a black cloud seems to have appeared under his feet. My Heaven, he's actually stepping on a cloud, slowly descending."

The members of the Cullen Family discussed it heatedly, watching in disbelief as Meng Yifan descended from the sky, Riding Clouds and Driving Mist.

"Master, welcome to the Cullen Family." Francis pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed respectfully, leaving the members of the Cullen Family dumbfounded.

"What is this Shenzhou person's status? Why is Francis being so respectful to him?"

"Even the president of our country is only on equal footing with our Patriarch, and even presidential candidates have to politely beg our Cullen Family for help; without our support, they couldn't even become president. What kind of sacred being is this Oriental, to make the Patriarch bow?"

"I don't know, but I can feel that the energy fluctuations on this Oriental are so strong. Looking at him, it's like seeing an unfathomable ocean; just the energy fluctuations he inadvertently radiates are like a great mountain, pressing down so hard I can't breathe."

The members of the Cullen Family discussed it, guessing at Meng Yifan's identity.

Meng Yifan said, "My time is limited. Tell me directly who Johnson is; I will help you finish him off, and you can handle the rest."

Francis straightened his back and, without hesitation, pointed at Johnson, who was fleeing in the distance.

When Francis asked Meng Yifan for help, he had already decided to use Meng Yifan's power to finish off Johnson.

Meng Yifan was very right about one thing: a family can only have one decision-maker, otherwise, the family cannot form a unified force.

"A Fourth Grade Middle Tier Vampire; it just so happens that Shen Dahu needs a Fourth Grade Blood Core to advance to the Fourth Grade realm. You'll do."

Meng Yifan's body flickered, and he appeared beside Johnson. With a wave of his large hand, the Black and White Grinding Disc appeared in mid-air, rapidly growing into a behemoth over a hundred meters long, then crashing down with a boom.

Johnson was greatly shocked. When Meng Yifan descended from the sky, he was over two hundred meters away from Johnson. When he saw Francis bowing respectfully, Johnson realized that things were looking bad; this Oriental was very likely a helper invited by Francis.

Within the Cullen Family, the one who posed the greatest threat to Francis was Johnson, so this mysterious and unfathomable expert was very likely here to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Johnson did not hesitate; a pair of black bat wings grew from his back, and his speed soared to supersonic as he fled into the distance.

However, Meng Yifan's speed was truly too fast, truly like a thunderbolt that leaves no time to cover one's ears. Even though Johnson's speed had already increased to four or five hundred meters per second, he still felt a flicker before his eyes, and Meng Yifan appeared not far from his side. Following that, a massive Black and White Grinding Disc smashed down on his head.

"No!" Johnson was unwilling to be smashed into a meat patty just like that. He unleashed a Blood Clan Secret Art, and his body exploded into over a hundred fragments in an instant, each fragment turning into a palm-sized little bat, fleeing in all directions.

"This move again? Heh, it's useless against me." Meng Yifan smiled disdainfully. With a point of his right hand, the Black and White Grinding Disc began to rotate at high speed. Within that space of over a hundred meters in diameter, a powerful centripetal force appeared out of thin air.

The hundred-plus little bats that Johnson had turned into hadn't even flown out of this area before they were pulled back by that powerful centripetal force.

"Hum!" The Black and White Grinding Disc closed together and began to grind. In an instant, all hundred-plus little bats were crushed into a meat patty, and this included Johnson's Life-Bound Blood Bat.

"Ding! Hunted one Fourth Grade Middle Tier Vampire, obtained 1400 Experience Value points." The Game Panel's notification sound rang out again.

Meng Yifan waved his right hand, and the Black and White Grinding Disc vanished into the air. Then, Meng Yifan picked up Johnson's Blood Core, sensed the abundant blood energy within, nodded with satisfaction, and put the Blood Core into his Space Ring.

From the moment Meng Yifan made his move until Johnson was ground into a meat patty, it took less than a second in total.

It was too fast, so fast that the vast majority of the Cullen Family members hadn't even reacted before Johnson had already been finished off by Meng Yifan.

The expressions of several elders from Johnson's faction changed drastically. They had always followed Johnson loyally and opposed Francis at every turn. Now that Johnson had been killed by the expert Francis invited, they would likely not escape the fate of being purged next.

Some elders frowned, considering whether to kneel and beg Francis for mercy now. After all, they were all members of the Cullen Family; Francis shouldn't wipe them all out.

There was also an elder named Tom, who usually managed the family's weapons and equipment. He was Johnson's biological son, and seeing his old man finished off by someone, his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

The hatred of a father's murder is irreconcilable. Tom angrily pulled out a remote control and pressed the red button on it.

Suddenly, a huge opening split open at the top of the Cullen Family's ancient castle, and a Tomahawk Missile, spewing scorching flames, flew toward Meng Yifan at high speed.

Meng Yifan looked at the Tomahawk Missile and smiled disdainfully. With his current speed, he could easily dodge the Tomahawk Missile, but he did not dodge.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, at the Fourth Grade Peak, could easily use a Flying Sword to blow up a Tomahawk Missile, let alone Meng Yifan, who was now about to advance to the Fifth Grade Middle Tier.

Meng Yifan pointed forward, and the Black and White Grinding Disc appeared once more, directly sandwiching the oncoming Tomahawk Missile in the middle, then the Black and White Grinding Disc squeezed inward.

With a boom, the Tomahawk Missile exploded violently, but it could not blow open the Black and White Grinding Disc, only causing it to tremble slightly.

"Haha, without a Mushroom Bomb payload, a Tomahawk Missile is nothing more than this." Meng Yifan smiled and dispersed the Black and White Grinding Disc, throwing the missile fragments, which had already been pressed into a lump of scrap iron, onto the ground.

"How could he be this strong?" Tom could not believe his eyes. In his understanding, it was impossible for a human to have such formidable abilities.

That was a Tomahawk Missile, a weapon of mass destruction where a single one could collapse a building. How could this Oriental withstand the bombing of a Tomahawk Missile head-on and remain unscathed? What kind of monster was he?

Before Tom could recover from his shock, Francis had already arrived before him. Without a word, he extended his sharp claws and, in one motion, ripped Tom open, grabbing the bloody Blood Core from his chest.

"Daring to be disrespectful to my Master, you deserve to die," Francis said coldly.