What?
Although Song Weilong did not like this nephew, the moment he saw Song Qingyang's miserable state, he could not help but gasp.
"Will you finish yourself, or shall we do it?"
Song Weilong's expression turned solemn in an instant, his gaze fixed on Zhao Xin, who remained as unruffled as ever, as he spoke.
"Hehe, the good show is starting. I wonder how this Hall Master will wrap this up."
"I think the City Master still needs to come."
The surrounding melon-seed-eating crowd began whispering among themselves once again.
"Haha, relying just on you? You're not worthy."
Zhao Xin did not even hold Song Weilong in his regard; the latter was merely at Immortal Emperor seventeen and could not withstand a single freezing blade of his!
"You... take him down for me."
Song Weilong's temper flared up instantly, and he did not even bother to ask about the full sequence of events.
"Captain, he... he is..."
A certain City Guard who knew Zhao Xin's identity looked at Song Weilong with some worry, stammering.
"Hn?"
Song Weilong glared at him, growing displeased. Whoever he was, daring to offend the Song Family in Lion City meant that even if he did not die, he would pay a heavy price.
Boom!
Watching the numerous City Guards preparing to make a move, Zhao Xin swept out with a single blade, knocking them all down in one go. Every single one of them stared at Zhao Xin in terror.
Song Weilong raged, "What on earth do you want!"
Zhao Xin held his freezing blade upright, feeling somewhat amused inside. Pointing at Song Qingyang, he said, "I'm going to kill him, do you have a problem with it!"
"This blade!"
Song Weilong's pupils abruptly dilated. Wasn't this the King of Hell's Battle Saber?
Then the