At this mont, Song Yuantu threw a punch without hesitation.
A Rank 4 martial artist could already split monunts and crack stones.
Ordinary commoners would find it hard to withstand even a single punch.
A force of hundreds of jin, bolstered by the terror in his heart, pierced through the rainwater like a long spear.
His self-confidence rose accordingly; he was a genius.
A genius who could be promoted to an Innate Grandmaster in the future.
The loud shout just now had already awakened the people in the courtyard.
Song Jingmin was the first to co out of his room, heading straight for the courtyard where Song Yuantu was.
Passing through that spacious archway, the scene before his eyes made his eye sockets nearly split open.
He saw his son Song Yuantu entangled by several water ropes, and water cones had already pierced through his limbs and collarbones.
No matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.
The rainwater continuously fell, and the figure of the old man with white hair and beard remained clear.
Song Jingmin didn't know who the other party was or why he was attacking the Song family.
But he saw clearly that this was not a figure he could deal with.
Those water ropes and water cones were so miraculous, definitely not the thods of a martial artist.
Just as he was about to speak, the water rope wrapped around Song Yuantu's neck suddenly exerted force.
Amidst a harsh cracking sound, Song Yuantu's eyes bulged out, and his vitality rapidly faded.
When the water rope dissipated, the corpse smashed heavily onto the ground.
Until his death, he never thought he would die so quickly.
He was clearly a genius with the opportunity to be promoted to an Innate Grandmaster, yet he died at the age when he least deserved to die.
The rainwater beat against the banana leaves in the courtyard, the crackling sounds continuous.
There was no thunder between heaven and earth, only the bright moon hanging high.
Illuminating the dense raindrops, it drenched Song Jingmin, who was standing dumbfounded in place, into a drowned rat.
On his bare upper body, water stains continuously flowed down his highly bulging muscles.
Blood vessels and blue veins bulged. Song Jingmin's gaze shifted from the corpse of his genius son to Chu Xun.
His eye sockets nearly split open, but he forcefully suppressed the urge to attack: "Who are you, and what enmity do you have with my Song family!?"
Before his words fell, he saw that figure had already arrived right in front of him.
Caught off guard, his abdon was bombarded by a massive force, and his whole person flew out like a rolling boulder.
In midair, streaks of fresh blood spilled down.
Most of the ribs on his body were broken, ruthlessly piercing into his internal organs.
However, the vitality of a Rank 2 martial artist was extrely strong. Even though he was already seventy-five this year, he was still like an ordinary person in their pri.
The hard and tall courtyard wall collapsed from the impact.
Song Jingmin fell heavily to the ground along with the bricks and stones. He looked up in horror, only vaguely seeing the figure dozens of ters away slowly retracting his leg.
His pupils suddenly contracted; he had absolutely no chance to see that kick clearly.
In the next instant, Chu Xun stood in front of him.
Such ghost-like speed made Song Jingmin's blood run cold: "Fast as rushing thunder! Who exactly is he?"
But he knew the other party wouldn't answer this question.
After wildly spurting a mouthful of fresh blood, Song Jingmin coughed and said in a trembling voice: "Even if Senior is not a legendary immortal, you have at least reached the realm of an Innate Grandmaster."
"No matter what enmity you have with my Song family, bullying the small as the big like this, aren't you afraid of making people laugh!"
Those who could reach the realm of an Innate Grandmaster were all top experts with nas and reputations in the jianghu.
No one was willing to earn a reputation for bullying the small as the big.
The ground beneath Song Jingmin suddenly beca extrely soft, and his whole person directly sank in mostly.
Before he could react, the dirt beca extrely hard again, turning into a solid cage that firmly suppressed him.
With such thods, how could Song Jingmin not understand what kind of figure he had encountered.
Chu Xun looked down at him from above and said: "Having endured for so long, if I still can't bully the small as the big, and defeat the weak with the strong, wouldn't I have endured in vain."
The rainwater turned into hundreds of water cones, stabbing towards Song Jingmin.
"I heard that a Rank 2 martial artist has already trained their skin and bones to an extrely high realm, and except for a few vital weak points, other places cannot be hard by swords and axes?"
This was true.
But there were too many water cones, and they found the locations of the vital weak points almost in the first wave.
When the water cones easily pierced through the vital weak points, Song Jingmin trembled all over, and sweat beads the size of beans continuously fell.
"Immortal Elder, stop! Whatever you want, the Song family can give! If it's sothing the Song family doesn't have, we can help you snatch it!"
"Even if we have to kill more people, we will not hesitate!"
More people from the Song family were alard and gathered towards this side one after another.
Song Jingmin's words were spoken as a matter of course, as if this was what he was supposed to do.
Chu Xun's eyes grew even colder: "You truly deserve to die!"
A stone was pulled by spiritual energy, turning into mud and pasting over Song Jingmin's mouth.
Then it beca extrely hard again, growing dozens of barbs that hooked onto his mouth and tongue.
If Song Jingmin wanted to spit this mud out, he would only tear his mouth to shreds.
"Dad!" Song Yuanshan ran over, pale with fright.
Song Jingmin's eyes widened, desperately wanting to roar, but he couldn't utter half a complete sentence.
Chu Xun looked up. Water ropes silently condensed and firmly bound Song Yuanshan.
Just as Song Yuanshan was about to exclaim, a thick water cone stabbed head-on, ruthlessly piercing into his throat and coming out from the back of his neck.
Such a large head just drooped askew on his neck, connected only by the skin on both sides.
His eyes full of fear could not close even in death.
"Dad! Grandpa!"
Song Jingmin's grandson, Song Weiqiao, ran over in the rain. Song Jingmin's eye sockets tore.
Watching his sons and grandsons being drawn over one by one, he almost roared his throat to bursting.
But what ca out was nothing more than low whimpering sounds.
As the corpses of the Song family mbers fell one by one, regardless of n or won, regardless of old or young.
Chu Xun's expression beca increasingly cold.
From top to bottom in the Song family, not a single one was innocent.
Even if there were, he was willing to bear the infamy.
Because he had promised Li Shoutian.
Either don't kill.
Or kill them all cleanly!
Leave not the slightest hidden danger!
On the path to longevity, there will always be many people who die, why can't it be you.
Not far from here, a dark shadow that ordinary people could not perceive stood in front of a family's door.
The figure was so blurry, one could only vaguely see it was a male face, holding a black chain and hook.
"Xu Baolin, your lifespan in the world of the living has ended, quickly follow this Underworld Emissary to report to the Underworld!"
An even blurrier figure slowly walked out from the house.
His face was full of bewildernt, seemingly not knowing what had happened.
Seeing him not moving, the dark shadow swung the hook and chain, hooking onto his chest.
Imdiately, a burst of black energy erged, hurting the bewildered figure so much that he scread miserably.
Strangely, no matter how loudly he scread, the woman separated by a wall seed not to hear it.
"Lord Underworld Emissary, spare my life, this lowly one still has an old mother and young children. If I go to the Underworld this ti, how will they live!" That figure knelt on the ground, painfully begging for rcy.
But the Underworld Emissary remained unmoved. The Underworld reaps souls and never cares about the affairs of the living world.
He ruthlessly dragged the black chain, pulling the figure emitting black energy forward.
If he dared to resist, the chain would shake, tearing out more black energy, hurting the figure so much that he convulsed all over, how could he still resist.
At this ti, the Underworld Emissary suddenly seed to sense sothing and abruptly turned his head to look towards the Song family residence.
Streaks of gray resentful energy soared into the sky.
"Strange, why are there so many people whose lifespans have not ended dying in that direction?"
[End of Chapter]
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