Chapter 580: Hero

The raging wind disappeared, leaving only Song Shixian's screams echoing in the mountains.

Xu Yang soared up like a great bird taking flight, grabbing the spiritual weapon tumbling in the air. It felt heavy in his hand.

The next moment, *Qi* was drawn, and his golden *Gang Qi* involuntarily poured into the spiritual weapon.

The spiritual weapon hummed, emitting a dazzling brilliance, its sharp *Qi* sweeping in all directions.

Xu Yang felt blade intent surging; 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 soared into the sky, and he had an urge to slash out a blade.

"Boom!"

He did not suppress this urge. Under the guidance of the blade intent and the spiritual weapon, his *Gang Qi* roared out like a broken dam, and a blade light over a dozen *zhang* long slashed into the earth.

"Rumble..."

The earth trembled, and dust like a dragon soared into the sky. A blade mark dozens of *zhang* long and one or two *zhang* deep appeared, as if the earth had been torn open.

Sharp blade intent stirred in the mountains, and grass and trees snapped silently, as if shaved off by an invisible blade.

"Good blade!" Xu Yang could not help but roar.

The opponent had not cultivated blade intent and could not exert the true power of the spiritual weapon at all; he had only exerted the fur of the spiritual weapon's power.

This blade had a destiny with him!

Only someone like him, who had already cultivated blade intent, could exert the power of this spiritual blade; anyone else was just insulting the spiritual blade.

"Blade intent, he has actually cultivated blade intent!" Song Shixian watched the scene of the spiritual blade voluntarily submitting to Xu Yang with horror, his heart churning with stormy waves.

Previously, when Xu Yang displayed martial arts imagery, he thought Xu Yang was already terrifying enough.

He had not expected that Xu Yang's martial arts imagery was not just one kind; he had even cultivated blade intent, a martial arts imagery even harder to cultivate.

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

Of course, there was more regret!

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

With talent like Xu Yang's, in a year or a year and a half at most, even if the Song family's Heavenly Origin ancestor made a move, he would be unable to do anything. Next, the Song family would just have to wait for Xu Yang's strength to surpass Song Yushao's, and then he would make a move to annihilate the Song family.

He regretted provoking Xu Yang!

The Song family and Xu Yang actually had no enmity at all. The reason things developed like this was merely because of the arrogance and conceit of a large family.

Song Wenxuan provoked the Four Fiends of Wushan himself. Xu Yang sitting by and watching Song Wenxuan be slaughtered by the Four Fiends of Wushan was not a problem at all. Such a genius did not need to curry favor with his Song family, and the Song family was not qualified to make such a genius risk his life to curry favor.

At this moment, he realized this, but it was already too late; the hatred had already been forged.

"Which elder of the Song family are you?" Xu Yang walked over, holding the spiritual blade. The sharp *Qi* made Song Shixian feel as if his body were about to split.

The ghost mask on his face had already shattered, turning into fragments scattered beside him, revealing an old, pale face.

His collapsed chest kept bleeding, his blood and *Qi* growing weaker and weaker.

Song Shixian did not speak. It was impossible to admit his identity and bring disaster to the Song family. Now he hoped that after he met with misfortune, the clan leader Song Shirong would not seek revenge on Xu Yang again and would hurry to take the Song family and flee Qingyang City; perhaps the Song family could still have a glimmer of survival.

"Don't want to say?"

Xu Yang smiled: "If I cut off your head, I can also 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 to prevent the Profound Heaven Sect from pursuing the Song family, but now it was not a problem of the Profound Heaven Sect, but a problem of Xu Yang.

Even if the Profound Heaven Sect did not pursue it, in the future, Xu Yang could easily annihilate the Song family.

"Little Friend Xu, this matter was the Song family's fault. Let the spiritual weapon be an apology. If you let this old man go back, this old man will also persuade the family to offer you an apology and resolve the enmity." Song Shixian's face was sincere.

Xu Yang displayed two kinds of martial arts imagery in succession, and he immediately realized what kind of terrifying genius the Song family had provoked. The right and wrong of the matter immediately reversed.

Previously, the Song family hated Xu Yang, this mud-legged person, for sitting by and watching their young master and young lord be killed, regarding Xu Yang as the murderer. Now he felt it was only right and proper; such a genius, why should he care about the life or death of a playboy? People had this capital.

Now he just wanted to bow his head and admit his mistake, return to the family, tell them of Xu Yang's terror, and let the family do their utmost to resolve the enmity.

"If I tell you that Song Wenshan and these people were actually killed by me, do you still want to continue resolving the enmity?" Xu Yang teased.

Song Shixian did not suddenly wake up and realize the Song family was wrong, but knew the Song family was going to be annihilated, and this time would not be long. ===== CHAPTER 581 =====