Chang Wudao glanced at them lightly, waved his sleeves, and the two of them flew out directly, falling to the ground and not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"Who did it?" After venting his anger for a while, Chang Wudao looked at Li Tiancheng on the side and asked indifferently, showing no emotion or anger.
Li Tiancheng felt a chill in his heart. Based on his understanding of Chang Wudao, this was just the calm before the storm.
Chang Wudao has always had a son. He has always held it in his hands for fear of falling, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting. Now that it is folded in the Secret Realm, I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm.
"Reporting to my uncle, the murderer of Tianhua is Song Changsheng, who is the grandson of Song Xianming."
"Song Changsheng? Is it the one who injured Hua'er before?" Chang Wudao's eyes showed turbulent killing intent, and the powerful momentum burst out, making Li Tiancheng's chest feel a little stuffy.
"Exactly." Li Tiancheng quickly replied.
"It's really good. I want him to be buried with Hua'er!" Chang Wudao said with a cold tone. He took a few steps and his sword turned into a rainbow and left.
Li Tiancheng When he saw it, he immediately felt that something bad was going on. He quickly sent a message to the door that what happened today could not be improved...
After Song Xianyun and his party returned to Vast Peak, he took Song Changsheng directly to the Cloud Reaching Hall and asked Song Xianming to come out.
"What happened?" Song Xianming looked at the two of them, and looked at Song Xianyun on the side with some confusion.
"Elder Brother, Chang Wudao's son is dead." Song Xianyun no longer cared about etiquette at this time and said solemnly.
"Huh?" Song Xianming frowned, Chang Wudao It was just a single seedling. This seedling broke. He couldn't go crazy on the spot?
Song Changsheng quickly stepped forward and said, "Grandfather, this is all my grandson's fault. Today in the Secret Realm..."
He explained everything that happened in the Secret Realm in a few words, and then stood in front of Song Xianming with his head lowered, waiting for his punishment.
From his personal standpoint, Chang Tianhua they came to kill him, and it was reasonable for him to kill them in return. No one could say that he did something wrong.
But Chang Tianhua and Qiu Wengui are not ordinary people after all. Their deaths undoubtedly brought hidden dangers to Lineage, and they don't know how much price they have to pay to calm them down.
Song Xianming glanced at him and said calmly, "Where did you go wrong?"
"My grandson should not be so quick as to bring trouble to Lineage." Song Changsheng said in a deep voice.
"Shit."
Song Xianming stared at him for a while, then suddenly uttered a curse word. He stretched out his withered arm and grabbed Song Changsheng's collar, shouting, "Look up, it's okay not to be quick, but others are going to kill you. If you don't kill him, why don't you let him go?"
No matter who he is, just kill him. Their life is my Song Clan son's life, isn't it his life? If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come and try. Old man, I am not dead yet. I will chop up anyone who dares to stretch out my claws! "
Song Changsheng raised his head, looked at Song Xianming's falcon-like eyes, and suddenly smiled. This was the Song Xianming who defeated Ling Province and fought Purple Mansion Great Cultivator alone.
He solemnly cupped his hands and said, "My grandson understands."
"Hmph, if you dare to say such bastard words again, I will definitely teach you a lesson for your mother." Song Xianming let go of his hand and threatened calmly.
"Elder Brother, Chang Wudao is probably already on the way here. Should we make some preparations?" Song Xianyun said with a solemn expression.
Song Xianming did not answer, but cast his gaze to the distant sky and said calmly, "No need to prepare, he is already here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rumbling voice came from the distance. "Song Changsheng, get out and die!"
"Follow me." Song Xianming put a hand on Song Changsheng's shoulder, took one step forward, and Formation Flags appeared at his feet, carrying them down the mountain.
At this time, Vast Peak felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Clan Protecting Array had already been activated. Song Luzhou, Song Luyao, Song Luhai, and Foundation Establishment Cultivator waiting on the mountain all came out with their swords and faced off against a figure in black robes. The atmosphere was extremely solemn.
"Chang Wudao, why are you so crazy? How dare you let me, Vast Peak, act so arrogantly!" Song Luzhou looked at Chang Wudao, who was filled with murderous intent, and shouted coldly.
"Hand over Song Changsheng, or I will make your Song Clan bleed like a river." Chang Wudao put his hands behind his back, and there was a faint flame dancing in his eyes, as if he was talking about a small thing.
"Rampant."
"Presumptuous!"
Song Luzhou and Song Luyao were furious, and they sacrificed Law Artifact to have a fight with Chang Wudao.
At this tense moment, Song Xianming brought Song Changsheng to the foot of the mountain and said in a calm tone, "Zhou'er, Yao'er, you guys retreat first."
"Uncle."
"Patriarch."
Seeing Song Xianming arriving, everyone immediately saluted respectfully.
Song Xianming nodded lightly, put Song Changsheng down, stepped on Formation Flags into the air, and confronted Chang Wudao without fear.
Song Changsheng looked into the air. It was a middle-aged man wearing Black Jade Crown on his head. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and a pair of slender eyes with sharp edges. His cheeks were sharp and his body was slender but not burly. He was wearing a thick black robe and looked like an aloof eagle. He was very imposing.
This is the first time that Song Changsheng has seen the master of the Earth Fire Sect. As expected, he is as aloof as the rumors say.
"Song Xianming, hand over your grandson, I will leave immediately." Chang Wudao said coldly.
"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are still so domineering and direct, but I'm afraid you are in the wrong place today." Song Xianming put his hands in his sleeves and looked at his eyes without any fluctuations.
"It seems that you don't want to cooperate. With your old age, do you think you can protect him?" Chang Wudao said coldly.
If it were twenty years ago, or even ten years ago, he would not be Song Xianming's opponent, he could only be Ling Province's ten thousand year Second Child.
But now, his cultivation level is no longer the same as before. Song Xianming is making no progress at all and is even regressing.
If there is another battle, he is confident that he can win. This is the reason why he dares to come here alone.
Song Xianming smiled lightly and said without raising his eyelids, "Whether it works or not, you have to try it to find out."
"Hmph, since you want to seek death, then come out and fight." Chang Wudao was furious. He just couldn't stand Song Xianming's attitude of contempt for everything.
"Uncle, don't listen to him, your body can't be tortured anymore." Song Luzhou quickly transmitted the message.
Song Xianming waved his hand gently and said, "I have been in seclusion for so long, my bones are almost rusty, it's time to move around."
He commanded Formation Flags to step out of Clan Protecting Array's range, pointed in the air and said, "Go up and fight."
"Humph, I'll make it happen for you." A hint of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Chang Wudao's mouth, and he moved towards the blue sky with his sword, followed closely by Song Xianming.
Song Changsheng stretched his neck and watched the two people disappear into the clouds, feeling a little anxious. Although Song Xianming was powerful, he was old after all and his physical condition was not optimistic.
Facing Chang Wudao, who is also Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, he really may not be able to get a favor...