"Keke…"
"Kill them all?"
"The moment you stepped out of the Song clan, your life and death were already destined.”
"But you're wrong about one thing. I'm not a member of the Song Clan.”
On the empty and bloody official road, the gloomy and hoarse voice sounded again.
However, Xie Hui's expression became even more solemn when he heard the voice.
Even with his cultivation as a finger mystic grandmaster, he was actually unable to find the owner of this voice.
What puzzled him even more was that the other party was not a member of the Song Clan.
Then who wanted to kill him?
"Rat!"
"Show yourself if you have the ability!"
Xie Hui's expression was gloomy as he stared at the surrounding grass.
As long as the other party revealed a trace of a flaw, he would definitely strike with lightning speed.
"Heh…Appear?"
"As you wish!"
Weng!
In the next moment, ripples appeared in the air dozens of meters away from Jie Hui.
Immediately after, a figure appeared out of thin air. Then, with a swoosh, he crossed dozens of meters.
The figure flashed past, and Xie Hui felt his vision blur.
Then, he looked at Jie Wenlong, who had fallen to the ground beside him, and his head flew into the sky.
Puchi!
With a large amount of blood splattering, Jie Wenlong's life ended!
"Ah!"
"How dare you kill my son? I'll let you die in my grave!”
Xie Hui roared at the sky, his face filled with grief and indignation. He struck forward with his palm.
Xie Wenlong was his only son.
Now that his only son had been killed, Jie Hui had gone completely mad. His ruthless killing intent instantly filled the space within a radius of several hundred meters.
At this moment, the aura of a veteran grandmaster expert was revealed without a doubt.
The terrifying killing aura, along with the pressure, instantly turned the sand, rocks, grass, and trees within a radius of hundreds of meters into dust.
The terrifying palm force caused the air to explode instantly, raising a large amount of dust.
"Die!"
However, all of this seemed to be in vain.
With a cold shout, a sword light streaked across the void in an instant.
Weng! Weng!
The space shook and the sword Qi whistled.
Jie Hui's eyes widened in disbelief as if he had seen a ferocious beast.
However, in the next moment, his eyes slowly turned lifeless. A hair-thin bloody scar slowly appeared on Jie Hui's throat.
Puchi ~
Suddenly, dark red blood spurted out from the wound, and as time passed, the blood became more and more.
In the blink of an eye, Xie Hui's clothes were dyed red by the fresh blood.
" Ah…so…so fast…sword…"
"I'm not…unwilling…"
Jie Hui muttered to himself as if he was saying something. However, before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground without a trace of life.
A finger mystic grandmaster fell just like that!
Weng!
Just as Xie Hui died, a figure slowly appeared beside him.
What kind of figure was this?
If anyone else saw this, they would definitely exclaim.
This was because this person was actually an old man, and he was even an old man with his eyes covered.
In the old man's hand, there was a long sword with the word " Broken Water " engraved on the hilt.
This person was none other than one of the Six Sword Slaves, Broken Water.
"Ha…I originally wanted to wait until we reached Ba Shu before making a move on you.”
"You can only blame yourselves for daring to speak rudely to the two Miss Song.”
"The two Miss Song are my master's closest relatives. Insulting them is insulting my master!”
Looking at the dead Xie Hui and his son lying on the ground, Broken Water slowly walked over and spoke in a hoarse and old voice.
"It's time for the Supreme Castle to fall…"
As soon as he finished speaking, Broken Water's figure flashed and disappeared.
The direction he disappeared in was the Ba Shu region.
…………
Song Clan!
"What?"
"Xie Hui, his son, and hundreds of people from the Supreme Castle are dead? And he died less than a hundred miles away from my Song Clan?”
In the hall, Song Zhi stood up abruptly after receiving the report from his servant. His expression was extremely solemn.
"Second brother, why are you so shocked? If Xie Hui and his son are dead, then so be it. Why are you in such a hurry?”
Song Lu, who was at the side, said in a bad mood.
"What do you know? This matter must have been done by Xiao 'er. Xie Hui and his son could die, but why couldn't this kid wait until they left the Song clan's territory before killing them?”
"If this news gets out, the reputation of the Song Clan will definitely be affected.”
Song Zhi frowned and paced back and forth.
He was not blaming Chu Xiao for killing Xie Hui and his son, but if this matter was exposed, Chu Xiao would be in danger in the martial world.
"Damn it!"
Song Zhi cursed in his heart. He then looked up at Song Lu and said in a deep voice,"The news of Xie Hui's death has not spread yet. Take some men and dispose of the bodies of the father and son of the Xie family immediately.”
"Now that we have completely shed all pretense of cordiality, the Song clan will directly take over Ba and Shu.”
"I'll ask big brother later. We'll just destroy the Unique Castle, Chuan Gang, and Ba Meng.”
"If the Song clan monopolizes Lingnan and Bashu, with big brother holding the fort, no one will be able to threaten the Song clan.”
Hearing Song Zhi's words, Song Lu hurriedly nodded and said with a serious expression,""Don't worry, I'll bring people to deal with this matter.”
…………
On the other side.
Naturally, Chu Xiao did not know about the death of the father and son of the Xie family and the actions of the Song family.
However, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.
After all, he was the one who had sent Broken Water. Although he had killed him in the Song Clan's territory, it was not a big deal.
As long as it was handled properly, who would know?
On the official road from Lingnan to the Central Plains.
A beautifully decorated carriage was moving at a moderate speed.
Tian Yan was wearing a pink green dress and a white cloak. He sat quietly on the carriage and drove it.
Inside the carriage, Chu Xiao's eyes were slightly closed, and his head was resting in Huang Xuemei's arms.
"Young Master, where are we going after leaving the Song Clan?”
Huang Xuemei's pretty face blushed slightly. Her pair of delicate fingers slowly rubbed Chu Xiao's forehead as she asked softly.
"This trip is to gain experience in the pugilistic world, to avenge my parents, and…to go to the Peach Blossom Island in the Great Song to see my cheap father-in-law.”
Chu Xiao said softly with his eyes closed.
"Young Master, actually…that Tyrant Blade Yue Shan, Sister Yan and I can kill him for you. Why would Young Master make a trip personally?”
"You don't understand!"
"As a son, how can I borrow someone else's hand to avenge my parents?”
"I will personally chop off his head as a tribute to the souls of my parents in heaven.”
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