Chapter 370: Wantonly Reckless?

Song Nantian flew into a rage, his beard fluttered, his eyes turned red.

The "tower" is called the Heavenly Palace Tower, with a history of 8650 years; it was built by the Song family's ancestor dozens of generations ago, later changed hands several times, and only when the Song descendants rose to power a few hundred years ago was it reclaimed.

"The Heavenly Palace Tower is far too important to the Song family!"

"Now it's just been casually shot down by an arrow?"

"Whoosh..."

All around, the Song family members swarmed in, faces full of killing intent and resolve.

People from the other great families of the Twenty-One City Alliance also harbored hostility.

However, Heng Xian showed no concern, sitting cross-legged on the Howling Heaven Beast's back, and asked lightly: "Do you want to know why?"

"'I want to know why!!' Song Nantian shouted, spraying saliva."

"'Simple, I'm happy!' Heng Xian chuckled."

"He's happy?"

"To destroy people's ancestral foundations, just for happiness?"

Song Nantian and all the Song family members began to breathe rapidly.

Then,

"Clang..."

Swords were drawn, thousands of people bristled with killing intent, waiting only for a command to rush forward and hack him to pieces.

Even Song Dou'er's face grew solemn.

But she knew better: even if the whole family joined forces, they might not be a match for Heng Xian.

How could a mere small-family from a backwater possibly withstand an expert recognized by the great sects, a Primordial Dan Realm cultivator with tremendous combat power?

Her sleeves fluttering, she stepped between the Song family and Heng Xian, bowing lightly: "Senior Brother Heng, is there some misunderstanding? I, Dou'er, apologize on behalf of the Song family!"

Behind him, Song Nantian also suddenly calmed, staring at Heng Xian, waiting for his explanation.

Yet Heng Xian still drawled: "I simply like something and want to take it or destroy it—that's all!"

Saying that, he lightly waved his hand, and dozens of sword qi appeared out of thin air, heading straight for the Bai and Mu families' formations.

In an instant, they arrived before them, and the Bai and Mu family members had no time to react.

"Pfft..."

Madam Bai, Madam Mu, Bai Zixuan, Mu Lanqing, Mu Ti, and dozens of others had no power to resist; they were pierced through the collarbones and limbs by the sword qi, struck with great force, flung outward, and crashed to the ground.

"Ah..."

Wails rose everywhere.

Everyone was dazed, wondering why again.

Heng Xian acted as if it were a trivial matter: "Just as I find them displeasing, I abolish them!"

"You..."

Song Nantian's eyes nearly burst: "You're really going too far!"

"'Does the Song City Lord also know what it means to bully others?' Heng Xian said lightly."

Having said that, he suddenly flashed, appearing before Song Dou'er, swept her onto the Howling Heaven Beast's back, held her in his arms, and kissed her forehead, chuckling: "This is what bullying looks like—what can you do about it?"

Song Dou'er, who was about to struggle, froze in place.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

Everyone stared wide-eyed!

Was the Twenty-One City Alliance's apple of the eye, pure and immaculate, the Miss Dou'er who had received Buddhist precept training at the Maitreya Temple, thus so casually defiled?

"Wah-ha-ha..."

On the corner of the city wall, Hua Ai'ai and her group were similarly stunned like wooden chickens.

Before them, Heng Xian's successive actions left them astounded, then they beat their chests and stamped their feet, even feeling like dying—after all, such a fearsome expert was right beside them, yet they, several of them, had eyes but saw nothing, missing out on this fate opportunity for nothing.

Now, upon seeing this, Heng Xian had actually captured their little princess, wantonly humiliating her, their hearts in turmoil, not knowing how to express their emotions.

Song Dou'er lay obediently in Heng Xian's arms, her face pallid; she had once imagined what her husband in this life would be like, and had hoped for a bone-deep affection, but never thought she would one day be so casually, in broad daylight, taken advantage of by a single person!

At that moment, all the silence was shattered by Song Nantian's heart-rending roar: "Kill him!"

"Whoosh..."

Hundreds of the Song family's strongest experts flew forward, launching an attack.

But as soon as they leapt up, they discovered that Heng Xian's aura was rising, countless sword qi swirling around him, flying back and forth with a whistle,

Although these sword qi were merely produced by his aura, each one could shatter metal and split stone.

"Pfft..."

Hundreds of Song family experts, under the dense barrage of sword qi, fragile as a flock of children, were flung backward at greater speed, crashing to the ground with clatters, each covered in sword wounds, blood pouring out.

The smell of blood slowly spread.

Song Nantian's face turned ashen as he glared at Xiao Yu Jian: "What are you still standing there for? Are you or are you not a member of the Twenty-One City Alliance?"

Xiao Yu Jian clung to his sword, giving a helpless look: "I can't beat him!"

Song Nantian trembled, unable to find a word to reply.

At this moment, Song Dou'er in Heng Xian's arms finally came to her senses, looking up at him with an exceedingly complex gaze: "I've heard of you before; I thought you were a peerlessly talented, rare chief disciple of the great tradition, upright and kind, and I admired you from the heart—but I never imagined you would be such a wanton troublemaker!"

"'If painstaking cultivation cannot be used to bully others, then it's utterly meaningless!' Heng Xian laid her sideways before him, saying indifferently."

Song Dou'er stared at him, speechless.

At this moment, Heng Xian suddenly extended a hand, took out a white handkerchief, and vigorously wiped the lips that had just kissed her forehead.

Just now it was unavoidable, a bit rash, somewhat roguish.

Song Dou'er's eyes widened all at once: "You, you despise me?!"

Heng Xian exclaimed in surprise: "I can't dislike you? Do you think you're made of flowers? Shooting a bow doesn't make you sweat?"

"I, I..." Song Dou'er, if she could resist now, would definitely stab him, kiss my forehead, and still complain I have sweat?

Just then, Song Nantian outside suddenly made a strange move, cut his brow, and kowtowed on the ground toward the direction of the collapsed "Heavenly Palace Tower".

All around, the Song family members likewise cut their brows, imitating each other.

Only heard Song Nantian loudly call: "Ancestor Grandfather, if you don't come out, the Song family will perish!"

With the shout, the blood energy on the forehead drifted out.

Immediately, a trace of blood energy appeared on the foreheads of all the Song family members.

All the blood energy gathered together and rushed straight to the ruins of the collapsed "Heavenly Palace Tower".

This scene was too strange; the people of the major families from the other twenty cities were all bewildered.

Song Dou'er stared, then said: "Our family seems to still be hiding an old ancestor!"

Heng Xian seemed to have expected this all along, and said leisurely: "I've been waiting for him!"

"You... you're waiting for him?" Song Dou'er looked at Heng Xian like a monster, "You actually know my family's old ancestor?"

Heng Xian certainly didn't know, but the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram knew.

"Boom—"

Just then, the ruins of the "Heavenly Palace Tower" suddenly exploded, and a breath seemingly coming from the earth shot straight up to the clouds.

That aura had an indescribable yin chill and killing intent, making one's hair stand on end.

"Ancestor Grandfather!" Song Nantian crawled forward a few more steps.

"What do you summon me for?"

A hoarse yet loud voice sounded, piercing people's eardrums with pain, and immediately a figure leapt out, standing in midair.

Clad in dark robes, with white hair and beard, thin as a stick, yet his eyes were bright and sharp.

(End of chapter)