Chapter 355: Hero

The raging wind vanished, leaving only Song Shixian’s screams echoing in the mountains.

Xu Yang flew up like a great bird taking to the sky, grabbing the Spirit Weapon tumbling in the air. It felt heavy in his hand.

The next moment, as their energies connected, his golden battle qi involuntarily poured into the Spirit Weapon.

The Spirit Weapon hummed, emitting a piercing brilliance, and sharp energy swept in all directions.

Xu Yang felt the blade intent surge; the blade in his hand became an extension of his body, the two merging into one.

"Man and blade as one!"

A brilliant light exploded in his eyes, sharp blade intent breaking through his body. A golden blade shadow shot into the sky, and he felt an urge to unleash a strike.

"Boom!"

He did not suppress this urge. Under the guidance of the blade intent and the Spirit Weapon, his battle qi roared out like a broken dam, and a blade radiance over ten feet long slashed into the earth.

"Rumble..."

The earth trembled, and dust like a dragon shot into the sky. A blade mark dozens of feet long and one or two feet deep appeared, the earth looking as if it had been split open.

Sharp blade intent surged through the mountains, vegetation snapping soundlessly as if sliced by an invisible blade.

"Good blade!" Xu Yang couldn't help but roar.

The opponent hadn't cultivated blade intent and couldn't unleash the true power of the Spirit Weapon; he had only been using a fraction of its potential.

This blade was fated to be his!

Only someone like him, who had already cultivated blade intent, could unleash the power of this spirit blade; anyone else was merely insulting it.

"Blade intent, he has also cultivated blade intent!" Song Shixian watched in horror as the spirit blade voluntarily submitted to Xu Yang, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

When Xu Yang had previously displayed Martial Dao Imagery, he had thought Xu Yang was already terrifying enough.

He hadn't expected that Xu Yang’s Martial Dao Imagery wasn't limited to just one kind, and that he had even cultivated blade intent, a form of Martial Dao Imagery even harder to master.

He felt a chill throughout his body, finding it hard to believe. How could such a monster appear in a place like this?

Of course, he felt even more regret!

This time, the Song family, which had flourished for one or two hundred years, was in danger.

With Xu Yang’s talent, in a year or a year and a half at most, even if the Song family’s Heaven Origin ancestor made a move, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Afterward, the Song family would just have to wait for Xu Yang’s strength to surpass Song Yushao’s, and then he would wipe out the Song family.

He regretted provoking Xu Yang!

The Song family and Xu Yang actually had no grievances at all. The reason things had developed this way was merely due to the arrogance and conceit of a large family.

Song Wenxuan had provoked the Wushan Four Fiends himself. Xu Yang sitting by and watching Song Wenxuan be killed by them was perfectly fine; such a genius had no need to curry favor with his Song family, and the Song family had no qualifications to make such a genius risk his life to curry favor with them.

Now that he realized this, it was already too late; the hatred had already been forged.

"Which elder of the Song family are you?" Xu Yang walked over, the sharp energy causing Song Shixian to feel as if his body were about to split.

The ghost mask on his face had already shattered, falling into pieces beside him, revealing an old, pale face.

Blood continued to pour from his collapsed chest, his vitality growing weaker and weaker.

Song Shixian did not speak. He couldn't admit his identity and bring disaster upon the Song family. Now, he hoped that after he met his end, the clan leader Song Shirong would not seek revenge on Xu Yang, but would quickly take the Song family and flee Qingyang City; perhaps the Song family might still have a glimmer of hope.

"Don't want to talk?"

Xu Yang smiled: "If I cut your head off, I can still find someone to identify your identity."

"This old man is the Song family’s Great Elder, Song Shixian." Song Shixian spoke, his face ashen.

He knew that hiding his identity was useless. Hiding his identity was meant to keep the Purple Sun Sect from pursuing the Song family, but now the problem wasn't the Purple Sun Sect; it was Xu Yang.

Even if the Purple Sun Sect didn't pursue it, in the future, Xu Yang could easily wipe out the Song family.

"Young Friend Xu, this matter was the Song family’s mistake. Take the Spirit Weapon as an apology. If you let this old man go back, I will convince the family to offer you further compensation and resolve our grievances." Song Shixian’s face was full of sincerity.

Xu Yang had displayed two types of Martial Dao Imagery in succession, and he immediately realized what a terrifying genius the Song family had provoked. The right and wrong of the matter had immediately reversed.

Previously, the Song family had hated Xu Yang, this bumpkin, for sitting by and watching their young masters be killed, viewing Xu Yang as the murderer. Now, he felt it was only natural; why should such a genius care about the life or death of a spoiled brat? The man had the capital to do so.

Now, he only wanted to bow his head, admit his mistake, return to the family, explain Xu Yang’s terror, and let the family do everything in their power to resolve the hatred.

"If I told you that I was actually the one who killed Song Wenshan and the others, would you still want to resolve the grievances?" Xu Yang said mockingly.

Song Shixian hadn't suddenly awakened and realized the Song family was wrong; he just knew the Song family was going to be wiped out, and it wouldn't take long.