Several of Song Ma's companions trembled in fear. They could feel that the Third Clan Elder was targeting not only Lin Haoyu, but them as well.
Song Ma was dead, yet they had returned. That surely left him deeply displeased!
As an Immortal Realm expert, the Third Clan Elder had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and seen life and death countless times. In his eyes, the lives of a few peripheral clansmen amounted to nothing.
If this continued, they truly might die!
But they had no choice. Why had they associated with Song Ma? Because both their talent and status placed them at the bottom of the Song Celestial Clan, leaving them no option but to curry favor with him.
If the Third Clan Elder wanted to vent his anger, they could only die and accompany Song Ma in burial. Afterward, no one would speak up for the few of them.
"Shut up! Are you teaching this old man how to do things?" the Third Clan Elder shouted coldly, his eyes like those of a beast, brimming with scarlet killing intent.
"Pfft!"
They were merely in the Great Emperor Realm and simply could not withstand that gaze. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses as they collapsed limply to the ground, their auras weak.
"Third Clan Elder."
A middle-aged man appeared before them. Tall and imposing, he stood there like a towering divine mountain, shielding them from the pressure.
"Clan Head, are you going to stop me too? Ma'er cannot die in vain. He was a prodigy of the Song Celestial Clan, and also my beloved grandson!"
The Third Clan Elder looked at the middle-aged man. Though his tone had softened somewhat, he remained furious, his body trembling.
This suddenly appearing middle-aged man was none other than Song