Chapter 635

"Pfft!"

The golden blade light slashed across Song Yushao's neck as easily as cutting tofu. His head, eyes wide open, flew high, and his headless corpse bled like a fountain, falling to the ground.

"Ancestor..." Song Shirong screamed hoarsely, his heart and gallbladder splitting.

The Song family's anchor, the pillar, had fallen, paying the price for his arrogance.

If it weren't for his venting his anger on Xu Yang because of his beloved son's death, there would never have been such a tragedy.

The Song family was finished!

Song Shirong trembled all over, feeling powerless, his body almost collapsing to the ground, his hands and feet cold.

"Ancestor..."

"This beast killed the Ancestor; fight him to the death!"

The Song family elites who had just arrived here were splitting with rage, and those who were impulsive had already flown to the sky, wanting to fight Xu Yang to the death.

"No, run!" Song Shirong roared.

The Ancestor was already dead; no matter how many of them went, it would be sending themselves to death.

Xu Yang watched these Song family elites with calm eyes, the blood prison imagery behind him disappearing, and he slowly raised his hand to slash out a blade.

"Boom!"

The golden blade Qi tore through the air, as fast as a thunderbolt, irresistible.

Two jumping Song family disciples were cut in two at the waist while still in mid-air, the golden blade Qi passing through like a silk ribbon and landing among a group of Song family disciples.

"Bang!"

The golden blade Qi exploded, drowning everyone.

The earth roared, dust and smoke rolled. When the dust and smoke dissipated, there were severed limbs and arms everywhere.

"You..." Song Shirong's face turned pale, feeling cold air rising from his entire body, his body swaying.

"Me what?"

Xu Yang descended from mid-air, and a thumping sound came from beside him as Song Yushao's fallen corpse splashed dust on the ground, creating a deep pit.

"Xu Yang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have vented my anger on you because of my son's death. Spare me, and from now on, all the people and resources of the Song family will be at your disposal."

Song Shirong knelt on the ground without hesitation, begging softly.

He couldn't die; if he died, the Song family would really be finished. Although it was humiliating to depend on a mortal enemy with a deep blood feud, the Song family would ultimately still have a chance to rise.

"You don't know you were wrong; you know your Song family is finished!" Xu Yang walked over leisurely.

Right and wrong didn't matter at all; martial artists had always talked about fists, not right and wrong.

Song Shirong trembled all over and hurriedly said: "But killing me won't do you any good. If you keep me, the Song family's two-hundred-year foundation will be resources on your path of cultivation. Anyway, the Song family and I are no longer a threat to you."

Xu Yang remained unmoved!

The Profound Heaven Sect had plenty of cultivation methods. As for resources, he was already at the Heavenly Origin realm, and spiritual medicine didn't have much effect on him.

As for things like spiritual medicine, once he slaughtered these people, he would naturally go to the Song family to take them.

"Want to attract me with resources? It's a pity I understand the principle of cutting weeds and digging up roots. Rest in peace; your family's Ancestor is waiting for you underground."

Upon hearing this, Song Shirong turned and fled without hesitation.

"Can you get away?"

Xu Yang raised his hand, and golden blade Qi flew through the air, landing on Song Shirong's back in an instant.

"Pfft!"

The body cut in two at the waist fell, spilling blood and internal organs.

Song Shirong's eyes widened, and he died immediately after hitting the ground.

Xu Yang released his mind to cover the entire Yunqi Manor, confirming there were no more survivors, and he began to clean up the battlefield.

There was a lot of loot: one spirit weapon, two half-spirit weapons, nearly ten thousand taels of silver notes, over a dozen stalks of decades-old ginseng, tiger bone vine, pure Yang grass, and dozens of other rare medicinal herbs.

He collected all the medicinal herbs he could use, finally filling a full bag; he couldn't even calculate how much it was worth.

Packing up everything, Xu Yang left Yunqi Manor.

The Song family!

At this moment, an hour had passed since the call for help from Yunqi Manor. Song Shirong and Song Yushao had not returned, and the Song family was already in a panic. The two remaining Marrow Cleansing Major Success martial artists could no longer sit still.

"You go to Yunqi Manor and take a look!" Song Yuting said.

He was the person in the Song family with the second-highest seniority after Song Yushao, and could also be considered an ancestor-level figure. Having lived for nearly a hundred years, he had guarded the family treasury for many years.

Opposite him was the Song family's last Marrow Cleansing Major Success master, Song Shiqing. The two were only a dozen years apart in age and were also masters who had been responsible for guarding the family treasury for many years.

Song Shiqing shook his head: "No, if Ancestor Yushao can't handle it, it's useless for me to go. You and I must not separate at this moment, giving the enemy an opportunity.

Rest assured, with Ancestor Yushao coming forward personally, there won't be any chaos at Yunqi Manor."

A Heavenly Origin ancestor, in the territory of the Profound Heaven Sect, could almost walk sideways; perhaps something they didn't know about had delayed them.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuting frowned: "Still, send someone to take a look. Don't talk about the juniors; even my heart is a bit uneasy."

With neither the Ancestor nor the family head present, the future family head dead, and several other Marrow Cleansing Major Success masters dead, without a backbone, it would be strange if the hearts of the people in such a large family weren't in chaos.

"It's all that beast Xu Yang!" Song Shiqing snorted coldly.

If it weren't for Xu Yang causing the Song family to lose so many Marrow Cleansing Major Success masters, there wouldn't be such chaos in the hearts of the people just because of a little trouble at Yunqi Manor.

Although the two of them were there, they had long since stopped managing things and couldn't appease the hearts of the people.

The most important thing was that the Ancestor, Song Yushao, had gone and not returned, and everyone was worried that something had happened to the Ancestor.

"This son must die without a doubt. Even if we can't kill him in the Profound Heaven Sect, once he enters the Tiance Academy after ascending the dragon, we can also let Yingjie kill him." Song Yuting's eyes were filled with cold light.

His Song family's son-in-law, Han Yingjie, was the first of the previous Profound Heaven Sect's Ten Elites, and his talent was even greater than Xu Yang's.

"Fine, I'll go make arrangements." Song Shiqing said.

He was actually anxious too, also worried that something had happened to Song Yushao, because according to Song Yushao's temperament, if he hadn't been entangled by something, it would be impossible for him to stay in the outer sect for so long without returning.

Song Shiqing stood up, just wanting to arrange for someone to go to Yunqi Manor to check the situation, when a shout suddenly came from the outer gate.

"Enemy attack, enemies have entered." The warning sound echoed throughout the Song family.

"Damn it, someone really wants to fish in troubled waters."

Song Shiqing's face was filled with killing intent. He couldn't care about arranging for someone to go to Yunqi Manor to check the situation, and rushed out of the room with Song Yuting, carrying their half-spirit weapons.

"What kind of rats dare to come to my Song family and act recklessly!"

Song Yuting roared, his entire body's momentum rising, only to see a masked figure flying over from afar like a sharp arrow, aiming straight at the gate of the Song family treasury.

"Thief, how dare you!"

Song Shiqing shouted sharply, his toes stepping on the ground, his figure soaring to the sky.