Chapter 634

Song Shirong's eyes were splitting with rage, his voice shrill. He had just rushed here, and what he saw was the terrifying scene of Song Yushao almost being cut in two at the waist.

His Song family's anchor, his pillar, was now being killed until only half a life remained, having lost the ability to fly and falling helplessly from mid-air.

Song Shirong felt as if the sky had collapsed, his heart filled with fear.

"Boom!"

The next moment, he saw a domineering figure, golden all over, emitting majestic momentum, soaring to the sky with a sea of blood, the sharp blade intent seemingly about to slash through the firmament.

"Xu Yang, spare my life!" Song Yushao screamed, begging for mercy: "Spare me, and the Song family will be at your beck and call from now on."

He didn't want to die; he hadn't lived enough. What dignity of a Heavenly Origin martial artist? Under the crisis of life and death, it was nothing.

"Xu Yang?"

Song Shirong's face turned white in a flash, his body trembling uncontrollably. Only then did he remember that what Xu Yang practiced was precisely Jin Gang Qi, which matched the figure about to kill Song Yushao before him.

"Xu Yang broke through to the Heavenly Origin realm and even suppressed Ancestor Yushao? Killing Ancestor Yushao until he begged for mercy?" Song Shirong's face was filled with disbelief.

The mud-legged person he hadn't put in his eyes before had actually made his Song family's pillar beg for mercy. He had brought a monstrous catastrophe to the Song family.

At this moment, Song Shirong regretted his past actions, regretting that he had vented his anger on the unrelated Xu Yang because of the death of his beloved son Song Wenxuan, provoking such a genius and bringing a monstrous catastrophe to the Song family.

"Xu Yang, spare my Ancestor; the Song family will agree to any request!" he couldn't help but shout, sparing no cost to save Ancestor Yushao's life and preserve the Song family.

If this matter wasn't resolved, the extinction of the entire Song family would be imminent. Even if there were still bloodlines alive, they would be reduced to the bottom layer, finding it difficult to reappear in glory.

"Only when you die will I be at ease!"

Xu Yang's voice carried a chill, his eyes cold as he watched the pleading Song Yushao.

The glorious Heavenly Origin ancestor of the Song family was now panicked, his face ashen, his eyes filled with the desire to survive.

He did not hesitate at all, the Bi Shui Blade turning into a cold light and slashing across Song Yushao's neck.