By the time Qin Hao and the rest arrived at the foot of the mountain, the Lingyun School disciples were already lying on the ground, hugging their stomachs as they rolled around.
Yang Kun was also knocked to the ground, and Song Qingshu stepped on his head.
Song Qingshu had brought quite a number of people with him. There were at least a hundred of them, and their average strength was that of a high-level Origin Grandmaster.
Among them were the seven or eight Mortal Sage lackeys who had followed him when he went to Jiuquan Town.
However, these people were no match for Yang Kun.
In fact, behind Song Qingshu stood two green-faced elders, one tall and one short, one fat and one skinny.
The one who had injured Yang Kun was one of them.
"The Xuanming Elders?"
When Mu Feiyu saw the two old men standing behind Song Qingshu, one fat and one skinny, he let out a cry from the bottom of his heart.
Ling Xiaoxue's expression changed as well.
No wonder Yang Kun was knocked to the ground the moment he stepped out of the door. The Ding An City Song family had actually sent the Xuanming Elders.
The Xuanming Elders were Origin Monarchs, and they were at the Second Heaven of the Origin Monarch Realm.
The two of them had worked together for many years and had great chemistry. They could often defeat opponents who were two levels higher than them.
Yang Kun, who was a Profound Sage, was as weak as an ant in front of them.
The two of them were actually not elders of the Ding An City Song family. The Song family was just a branch, and the family's strength was only at the First Heaven of the Origin Monarch Realm.
The Xuanming Elders were the Song family's retainers in the Northern Yan Imperial City.
It seemed like the Song family was determined to exterminate the Lingyun School.
"That old man Ling Quan was indeed beaten to death by that little bastard Song Zi Yang. Although that little bastard Song Zi Yang isn't well-liked in the main family, he did a great favor to our branch family this time, and resolved a great problem in my uncle's heart.
Now, Ling Quan is dead.
There is no need for the Lingyun School to exist anymore. "
Song QingShu stepped on Yang Kun's head. When he saw Lin Xiaoxue appear, he laughed at her. His laughter was full of sarcasm.
When she heard the name "Song Ziyang," Ling Xiaoxue clenched her fists until they turned white.
She loved and hated that man at the same time.
However, the moment her grandfather was killed by Song Zi Yang, Lin Xiaoxue no longer had any feelings for him. All that was left was hatred.
"You want to disband the Lingyun School? Wishful thinking!"
Yang Kun's forehead was bleeding. Even though his head was being stepped on, he still gritted his teeth and turned his head. His face rubbed against the ground, leaving traces of blood. He fiercely glared at Song Qingshu.
"I've already given Song Zi Yang enough face by asking you to disband instead of slaughtering you today. How dare you fail to appreciate my kindness?"
.......... of of of of of the Song....................
. Yang Kun didn't even cry out in pain.
"Miss Xiao Xue, according to Young Master Ziyang's instructions, the two of us will be lenient. As long as you disband the Sect, the Old Man guarantees that we won't hurt anyone!"
At this moment, the short and fat green-faced old man behind Song Qingshu spoke in an unquestionable tone.
"Haha, is this Song Ziyang's way of taking care of me?"
Ling Xiaoxue smiled bitterly.
She knew that the Ling and Song family were enemies. Song Ziyang had no choice but to do this under the orders of the main family.
But no matter what, she would never forgive him.
"My grandfather's funeral is not over yet. I hope the two seniors can make an exception. After the seventh day, Xiao Xue will disband the Sect!"
After pondering for a while, Lin Xiaoxue made a decision.
At the same time, she looked at Qin Hao apologetically. Her eyes seemed to say, "I'm sorry. I can't let you be the Sect Master anymore. The Xuanming Elders' appearance represented the determination of the main branch of the Song family. Otherwise, no one would be able to survive today."
"Impossible!"
Without waiting for Qin Hao to reply, Song Qingshu was the first to disagree. He pointed at Ling Xiaoxue and said, "What seventh day? That old fart Ling Quan doesn't have the qualifications to pass the seventh day.
You must disband today. From now on, you must disband. I, Song Qingshu, have already done the right thing.
You have shown me a great kindness. "
"Xiao Xue, let's fight it out with them. Even if we die, we can't let them blaspheme the old Sect Master!"
Yang Kun was filled with grief and anger. He looked at the Xuanming Elders with determination.
He wanted to join forces with Ling Xiaoxue. Even if they could kill one of the Xuanming Elders, it would be enough.
"You talk too much. Who told you to talk too much? I'll tell you to talk too much!"
Song QingShu stomped on Yang Kun, who was under his feet, and waved his hand. "Men, go and tear down the signboard of the Soaring Cloud Sect. Chop it into pieces and burn it. Also, throw the white cloth that was hung up into the manure pit!"
"Hehe!"
Hearing this, the seven or eight Song Qingshu's lackeys rubbed their fists and walked over with sinister smiles.
As long as someone dared to stop them, they didn't mind showing off their skills and killing a few Lingyun School disciples who didn't know how to broaden their horizons. They couldn't wait for the other party to resist.
However, the other disciples were all scared stiff. Facing the Song family's imposing manner, they couldn't help but retreat. There really wasn't anyone who dared to go up and stop them. Just as Song QingShu's lackeys were about to take away the wooden plaque of the Soaring Cloud Sect,
"I'm going to kill you!"
Liang Xiaoxi, who had been held back by Mu Feiyu, glared at Song Qingshu. When he saw him, he wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and drink his blood and skin him alive. At this moment, Mu Feiyu could no longer hold him back and Liang Xiaoxi rushed out.
"Hmm?"
After seeing Liang Xiaoxi, Song Qingshu was startled. He remembered that he was the son of the bun seller, Old Liang.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile. Just like that day, he simply swept out his sleeve and released a surge of vital energy. It shone with an orange light and blasted towards Liang Xiaoxi.
Liang Xiaoxi suddenly stopped in his tracks. When the aura of death rushed towards him, he once again felt his own insignificance and how unbearable he was.
He smiled bitterly. What was the use of cultivating?
However, he wouldn't dodge or retreat. If he died like this while charging, he wouldn't let down his father in the underworld.
Liang Xiaoxi once again took a step forward, getting closer and closer to the surging vital energy.
"Junior Brother!"
"Junior Brother, you mustn't do this!"
"You're the future of Lingyun School!"
"Oh heavens, open your eyes and see who will come and save our Sect!"
Immediately, the entire place was filled with the cries of the Soaring Cloud Sect's disciples.
However, there was a loud boom!
The vital energy still collided with Liang Xiaoxi, causing dust to fill the air.
The smile on Song QingShu's face grew even wider. However, as he smiled, his face suddenly froze. When the smoke and dust dissipated, a figure was revealed. Liang Xiaoxi was actually still alive.
Moreover, the thing in front of Liang Xiaoxi was a sword.
Oh my god!
It was such a beautiful sword.
Song Qingshu swore that he had never seen such a beautiful sword. It was even more beautiful than his uncle's divine sword. It was like jade. Moreover, there were traces of flames around the sword. It looked quite impressive.
Disregarding everything else, just the aura emanating from the sword was enough to prove that it was a rare treasure.
Even the Xuanming Elders widened their eyes at this moment. Their eyes were filled with greed.
However, no one noticed that there was an incomparably calm figure that was slowly walking over from behind the Lingyun School disciples.