SCHLICK!
The golden saber light sliced through Song Yushao's neck as easily as cutting tofu. His head, eyes bulging, soared into the air as his headless body fell to the ground, blood spewing like a fountain.
"Ancestor..." Song Shirong cried out, his voice hoarse, utterly devastated.
The Song Family's Stabilizing Needle, their unyielding pillar, had collapsed—a price paid for his own arrogance.
If he hadn't sought revenge against Xu Yang for his beloved son's death, this tragedy would never have happened.
'The Song Family is finished!'
Song Shirong trembled uncontrollably, a wave of weakness washing over him. His body went limp, nearly collapsing, and his limbs grew ice-cold.
"Ancestor..."
"That bastard killed the Ancestor! We'll fight him to the death!"
...
The Song Family elites who had just arrived watched with eyes nearly splitting with rage. A few impulsive members had already shot into the air, determined to fight Xu Yang to the death.
