Carry Shamelessness to the End

For a moment, this stretch of heaven and earth fell silent, with only Song Qingxing's voice echoing across the wilderness.

"Am I seeing things? Was that the Song Clan's South Province Town Guardian Envoy who was just sent flying by a single sword strike?"

"Unless he has a twin brother with the same face and the same cultivation, you probably didn't see wrong. No wonder he dared to come challenge them at the Late Purple Mansion Stage—he has the strength to back up that confidence."

"This time, the Song Clan has truly lost all its face. I'd like to see how this ends." Someone said gleefully.

"What a disgrace." Song Wuji cursed inwardly. Though he was deeply unwilling to admit it, Song Qingxing's sword strike just now had been utterly stunning, nearly reaching the very limit of the Purple Palace Stage.

Even if he faced that sword strike himself, he was not absolutely confident he could block it.

"Why is no one answering the challenge?" Song Qingxing demanded again, his sharpness fully exposed.

"Patriarch, let me capture this scoundrel alive and make them pay for their arrogance." A tower-like burly man standing behind Song Wuji Could Not help but step forward to volunteer.

Song Wuji frowned slightly. With matters having reached this point, the face they had lost could no longer be recovered. The only option now was to end this farce as quickly as possible and reduce its impact to a minimum.

After some thought, he still rejected Song Xianghu's request to fight.

As a Body Cultivator, Song Xianghu's strength was beyond doubt; he was one of the family's top five experts. But whether he could securely defeat the young man before them was another matter entirely.

A small sect provoking a great sect—the Song Clan was now riding