Chapter 226: Chapter 170: Yulong of the Song Clan (2)
"PFFT—"
Song Yulong suddenly spat a mouthful of blood mist. Like a bird with a broken wing, he wobbled and plummeted downwards.
The sight made Song Yushi’s face turn pale with fright. She rushed down to catch him and asked urgently, "Big Brother, are you okay?"
Blood continuously poured from Song Yulong’s mouth and nose. He clung to his fading consciousness and had Song Yushi take him down into the dense forest below.
He grabbed Song Yushi’s hand and said weakly, "The enemy used a powerful hidden weapon. The Evil Qi is corroding my organs. I’m not going to make it. Take Qing’Er and her and go. I’ll buy you time."
"No, Big Brother, hang on! We’ll go together, we’ll go together!" Song Yushi’s eyes were bloodshot, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string. She could feel a force rampaging inside Song Yulong’s body, but she was completely helpless.
Song Yulong managed to raise his hand and wipe the tears from her cheek. "Don’t cry. If you don’t go now, none of us will be able to leave. Take care of Qing’Er for me."
Seeing his father covered in blood, Song Muqing was too stunned to think. He could only stare blankly, at a complete loss.
"Yushi, take the Foundation Establishment Pill and go!" Using the last of his strength, Song Yulong shoved a Jade Box into Song Yushi’s hand.
"Go? None of you are going anywhere today!" A chilling voice sounded. The black-robed Steward had appeared behind them at some point and was now staring at them coldly.
The other three black-robed men surrounded them, blocking all their escape routes.
Seeing this, a look of despair surfaced in Song Yulong’s eyes. His life was hanging by a thread, and Song Yushi was only an Early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator. They had no chance of breaking through. This was a hopeless situation.
’Even if I die, I’ll take two of them down with me!’ A cold light flashed in Song Yulong’s eyes. Beneath his sleeve, his hand quietly closed around a round object.
Although his movement was stealthy, he was injured, and the black-robed Steward still noticed it. He sneered, "If you behave, I can give you a quick death. But if you continue to resist, I guarantee you’ll die horribly."
"This must be your little sister. Quite the beauty. With such delicate skin, she must taste wonderful."
"Bastard!" Song Yulong roared in fury. The rage surged through his blood, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of Essence Blood. ’These people are absolute devils!’
Song Yushi’s pretty face was deathly pale, and she trembled with rage. Gripping her Spiritual Sword, she shielded her brother and nephew, her heart filling with despair as she watched the black-robed men close in.
Just then, a giant crimson sword suddenly materialized in the air. Radiating an explosive aura, it shot toward one of the black-robed men. Caught off guard, the Early-stage Foundation Establishment black-robed man was instantly and severely wounded.
The black-robed Steward’s expression changed drastically. "A Tier Two High-Grade Red Sword Talisman?"
"Quick, kill them!" the black-robed Steward shrieked. He then summoned a pitch-black Dharma Wheel and hurled it at the unconscious woman behind Song Yushi.
Song Yushi instinctively shielded her nephew and brother with her body.
Just as the Flying Wheel was about to land, a massive Copper Bell fell from the sky, covering them. The Flying Wheel struck the Copper Bell, but it only created ripples on the surface; the bell didn’t budge an inch.
"A High-Grade Spiritual Artifact!" The black-robed Steward practically ground his teeth to dust. ’So close!’
"Who is it?! Get out here!" he roared, his eyes crimson with fury.
His voice echoed through the dense forest, but the only response was a pitch-black iron ruler.
"SCREECH!"
The iron ruler collided with the Flying Wheel, creating a shower of sparks. The blow seemed to be an even match, but the black-robed Steward’s face suddenly darkened.
’It looked like a draw, but I actually lost.’ He knew that his Flying Wheel was a High-Grade Spiritual Artifact, while the opponent’s iron ruler was merely a Low-Grade Spiritual Artifact. From this, it was clear the opponent’s strength was far superior to his.
The three black-robed men now gathered around him, their expressions grim. So far, they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of their enemy.
"You cowardly rat, hiding your face! Do you only dare to attack from the shadows?" the black-robed Steward roared.
"Tch."
A scoffing laugh was heard. A young man in a green robe had appeared at some point atop the massive Copper Bell, looking down on them with indifference.
"Rats who only dare to do your dirty work in the shadows have the nerve to accuse me? Don’t you find that a bit ridiculous? Who are you people, to dare cause trouble in Ling Province!"
Song Changsheng almost laughed out of sheer anger. ’These guys, each one more covered up than the last, have the gall to say I’m the one hiding.’
The black-robed Steward looked at the young man before him, his face filled with astonishment. The man’s cultivation was only at the Mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, but for some reason, meeting his clear, black-and-white eyes made the Steward’s heart inexplicably panic.
"Kid, sometimes knowing too much isn’t good for you. If you leave now, I won’t stop you." After weighing his options, the black-robed Steward decided to trust his intuition. He wasn’t confident he could take down this young man. The most urgent matter was to complete the mission given by the Squad Leader; everything else could be compromised.
A smile touched the corners of Song Changsheng’s lips. "Alright."
The black-robed Steward was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Song Changsheng’s next words sent him into a rage.
"I can leave. But these people are my clansmen. I’m taking them with me," Song Changsheng said, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched them with a cold gaze.
"Bastard! You refused the toast, now you’ll drink the forfeit! Get him!" the black-robed Steward roared, charging at Song Changsheng with his three men.
Song Changsheng’s expression didn’t change. He took a single step, and his figure vanished. The next moment, he appeared beside one of the black-robed men and threw a powerful punch.
The black-robed man was horrified. He hadn’t seen how Song Changsheng appeared at all. In his panic, he swung the Tier Two Magical Blade in his hand.
But Song Changsheng didn’t dodge or evade. His fist collided with the blade. To the black-robed man’s utter horror, a massive force traveled from the Magical Artifact up his arm, instantly shattering the bone and sending him flying backward.
’His physical body withstood a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact?!’ The black-robed Steward was also shocked. One of his men had been seriously injured in an instant.
Song Changsheng’s lips curled into a cold smile. "You’re next!"
Seeing Song Changsheng’s figure vanish once more, the black-robed Steward’s face twisted in alarm. He immediately raised a seamless, blood-red shield of light, warily scanning his surroundings.
Who would have expected that Song Changsheng would appear a moment later in front of the black-robed man who had been heavily wounded by the Talisman? He held a black-and-white gourd in his hand, from which he sprinkled a patch of azure flame that instantly enveloped the man.
The black-robed man had almost no strength to resist and was consumed by the flames, turning into a pile of white ash.
"Bastard!" The black-robed Steward was consumed by fury. ’How dare he toy with me!’
"Lord Steward, we should retreat! The mission has failed!" In just a short time, one of them was dead and another severely injured. The remaining black-robed man was terrified and had lost all will to fight.
"What did you say? Do you have any idea what the consequences of failure are?" The black-robed Steward, like an enraged lion, glared at the man, looking as if he wanted to slap him to death.
The Squad Leader had given them a do-or-die order. The consequences of failing the mission were worse than death!
Song Changsheng didn’t want to waste any more time with them. He could feel Song Yulong’s Life Force fading rapidly. He had to end this quickly.
"Red Sword Talisman, strike!"
Song Changsheng immediately used his last two Red Sword Talismans. Two giant crimson swords instantly materialized in the air. One slashed toward the severely wounded black-robed man, and the other toward the remaining Mid-stage Foundation Establishment black-robed man.
The severely wounded black-robed man was only at Early-stage Foundation Establishment and was powerless against a Tier Two High-Grade Attack Talisman. He died on the spot, filled with regret.
The Mid-stage Foundation Establishment black-robed man had some skill, managing to escape with only a light injury. However, he was Song Changsheng’s next target. Wielding the Celestial Measuring Ruler, Song Changsheng appeared behind him and struck him so hard he coughed up blood.
The black-robed Steward’s eyes looked ready to split from their sockets. A bloody glow erupted from his body as he roared, "Blood Sea Overturning Heaven!"
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