Song Chenglong felt an indescribably tremendous force restrain his entire arm.
Not only could he not harm so much as a hair on Ye Qingyun's head,
he could not even move.
Bang!!!
Another tremendous force surged out.
With a cry of pain, Song Chenglong was sent flying backward.
Thud!
Song Chenglong crashed miserably to the ground, face-first at that.
One of his front teeth was knocked out, and blood streamed from his nose.
"Son!"
Shocked, Song Xiaotian hurried over to help Song Chenglong up.
Hearing the commotion, Ye Qingyun also turned back in surprise.
"What happened?"
His face was full of confusion.
"Guards! Get over here!"
"Stop him!"
"Do not let him leave!"
Song Xiaotian shouted.
Many Song Clan martial artists immediately gathered around, surrounding Ye Qingyun and eyeing him like tigers watching their prey.
Ye Qingyun was dumbfounded.
I didn't do anything. Why won't they let me leave all of a sudden?
"Ye Qingyun, you nearly fooled me!"
Song Xiaotian glared at him, his eyes as fierce as a hawk's.
Ye Qingyun was still forcing himself to remain calm.
"I really am not Ye Qingyun. You have the wrong person."
Song Xiaotian snorted.
"You still claim you aren't Ye Qingyun? You've wounded my son!"
Looking at Song Chenglong's missing front tooth, Ye Qingyun was puzzled.
When did I hit him?
Besides, I'm a mortal with no cultivation. How could I possibly beat a martial artist like Song Chenglong?
Isn't this a false accusation?
At that moment, the gray rabbit in Ye Qingyun's arms gave a wicked smile.
Hehe.
It was Lord Rabbit who did it.
You dare lay a hand on my master?
You really must be tired of living.
"If Master suffers even the slightest injury, Lord Dog will probably swallow me alive and skin me when I get back."
The gray rabbit said this inwardly.
"Seize him!"
Song Xiaotian gave the order.
A group of Song Clan martial artists immediately lunged at Ye Qingyun.
"I'm done for!"
Afraid of being beaten, Ye Qingyun quickly closed his eyes, covered his head, and crouched down.
But just as he crouched down,
cries of pain rang out all around him.
"Ow!"
"Mommy!"
"Aah!"
They were accompanied by a flurry of smacks and crashes.
Soon, nothing remained around him but groans of pain.
Ye Qingyun waited for ages, but not a single attack landed on him.
"What's going on?"
He could not help opening his eyes and looking around.
At the sight, Ye Qingyun was dumbfounded again.
Why were all these Song Clan martial artists sprawled crookedly across the ground?
And every one of them had a bruised nose and swollen face, as though they had taken a vicious beating.
But weren't these people coming to beat me up?
Are they staging an accident to extort me?
But this was Ye Qingyun's first time seeing so many people stage an accident together-and be so ruthless to themselves.
"Ahem, well, this has nothing to do with me. You fell down yourselves. I didn't do anything, so don't pin it on me."
Ye Qingyun raised both hands to show his innocence.
But who would believe him?
"It seems you really have hidden your abilities deep. I'll have to subdue you myself!"
Song Xiaotian's face darkened, and a powerful presence surged from him.
He really was going to take action himself.
Song Xiaotian's cultivation was at the late Core Formation Realm, just one step away from Core Formation Great Perfection.
Such cultivation was enough to rival the elders of the three great sects.
Ye Qingyun looked utterly miserable.
He had thought the cultivators of this world were very friendly.
But it turned out there were vicious ones too.
It seemed everywhere was the same: there were good people and bad people.
Song Xiaotian dared not be the least bit careless and went all out from the very first move.
An enormous palm thundered down with the crushing might of ten thousand tons.
Ye Qingyun had never seen anything like it. He froze on the spot in terror, not daring to move.
"I'm going to die."
Just as Ye Qingyun thought he was finished,
suddenly!
The enormous palm collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Immediately afterward, a recoil force slammed into Song Xiaotian.
"Aaah!!!"
Song Xiaotian screamed, spat blood, and was sent flying backward.
"Father!"
Song Chenglong cried out in alarm.
Was even his father no match for Ye Qingyun?
Was this man actually so formidable?
Song Xiaotian reeled backward and slammed into a wall.
Rumble!!!
The entire wall collapsed.
Song Xiaotian coughed up blood repeatedly, his face deathly pale and his eyes filled with terror.
This man's cultivation is unfathomable. He truly is terrifying beyond measure!
Song Xiaotian was horrified.
He had already attacked with all his strength.
Yet it had been completely useless.
He had not even seen how Ye Qingyun attacked before he was severely wounded.
Moreover, Song Xiaotian could tell that his opponent had probably held back.
Otherwise, he would probably already be a corpse.
Song Xiaotian was afraid.
He was utterly afraid.
Especially when he recalled the reactions of the Supreme Hao Gate and the chancellor's residence, Song Xiaotian finally understood everything.
It must be this master!
The Supreme Hao Gate and the chancellor's residence must both fear this master. That's why they cut ties with our Song Clan.
His strength must have reached a level where even those two powers have to bow before him.
How laughable that my son and I actually thought of abducting him.
We truly had no idea how close we were to death.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Young and hotheaded, Song Chenglong was about to fight Ye Qingyun to the death.
Song Xiaotian hurriedly grabbed his son.
"Father?"
Song Chenglong looked at his father in astonishment.
"You must not disrespect the master again. Kneel and beg his forgiveness at once!"
Song Xiaotian spoke sternly.
"What?"
Song Chenglong was dumbstruck.
He had to kneel and beg this fellow's forgiveness?
"Dad, have you lost your mind?"
Smack!!!
Song Xiaotian slapped Song Chenglong so hard that stars danced before his eyes.
Song Xiaotian took the lead and knelt before Ye Qingyun.
"Great master, we father and son had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. We offended you, and our sin is truly grave."
"We only beg you to spare us!"
As he spoke, Song Xiaotian began kowtowing to Ye Qingyun.
Seeing this, Song Chenglong could only follow Song Xiaotian in kowtowing to Ye Qingyun.
Although he was deeply displeased,
Ye Qingyun was so powerful that Song Chenglong could only accept it.
Ye Qingyun was also muttering to himself.
Why have this Song father and son suddenly knelt and kowtowed to me, even begging me to forgive them?
But the problem was that Ye Qingyun had absolutely no idea what he had done.
"Wait, my noble character must have reformed them."
Ye Qingyun could think of no other possibility.
With that thought, Ye Qingyun clasped his hands behind his back, assuming something of a master's bearing.
"Do you acknowledge your mistakes?"
"Yes, yes!"
"We father and son were utterly wrong, wrong beyond all measure!"
Filled with remorse, Song Xiaotian repeatedly admitted his mistakes.
Ye Qingyun nodded slightly.
"It is good that you acknowledge your mistakes. As the saying goes, there is no greater good than recognizing your faults and correcting them."
"Making mistakes is nothing to fear. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
"Everyone has a chance to be forgiven."
Hearing these words, the Song father and son felt as though evening drums and morning bells were ringing in their ears, shaking their minds and souls.
Behind Ye Qingyun, a phantom image of a Buddha appeared, and Buddhist light immediately bathed the entire Song residence.
"B-Buddhist truth!"
Deeply shaken, Song Xiaotian immediately pressed his palms together, his face filled with devotion.