The blood mist that had been the Song Family Ancestor had yet to disperse when the night wind carried its sickly sweet stench straight into their nostrils.
Lin Changqing did not so much as frown.
He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over the Song Family members collapsed on the ground as though they were a heap of dead things.
"I have always been merciful."
His tone was flat, as if he were discussing the most ordinary thing in the world.
"I'll give you a chance. If you have any last words, say them now."
At those words, every member of the Song Family froze.
Merciful?
The fuck did he call this mercy?
First he killed our ancestor, and now he's slaughtering the whole family. And he calls that mercy?
Many Song Family members cursed him furiously in their hearts. Several younger descendants even bit their lips bloody, their eyes brimming with towering hatred.
But not one of them dared say a word.
The sight of their patriarch, Song Yuanshan, being tortured to death was still vivid in their minds. His screams seemed to echo in their ears.
Whoever failed to read the room would be next: tortured in agony, then have their neck snapped while they were still alive!
The Song Family members could only lower their heads and swallow every shred of hatred and rage, barely daring to breathe.
Seeing that no one spoke, Lin Changqing's lips curved almost imperceptibly.
"Since you have nothing to say, I'll send you all on your way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Changqing did not even move.
A terrifying pressure a hundred times greater than before surged from his unremarkably sized frame like a colossal, solid wave.
The pressure was unfailingly precise. It enveloped only the Song Family Estate, crushing every