"Humph!"
Miao Qingfeng let out a cold snort, and then a powerful surge of energy erupted from her.
"Bang!"
Kneeling at her feet and begging pitifully, Tang Yue’er was sent flying by the shock.
Tang Yue’er vomited a mouthful of blood, and her aura immediately became wilted.
"Yue’er!"
Tang Zhonghan roared, watching his granddaughter get thrown away, but he was utterly powerless.
He had previously fought with the Black Dragon Commerce Association’s Xuan Wu Envoy, Xuan Qing, and forcibly burned his Inner Strength, causing his cultivation level to plummet to the Dark Energy Initial Stage.
Facing Miao Qingfeng, who was far stronger than him, even if he gambled his old life, he could do nothing to her.
Song Qingshan’s situation was even worse; after clashing with Xuan Qing and taking the Elixir Qin Chuan had given him, he had nearly exploded and died. Although his life was saved, his martial path was completely ruined.
He was struck and sent flying by Miao Qingfeng’s walking stick, already losing half his life. If hit again, he was afraid that would be the end.
Miao Qingfeng looked down upon Tang Zhonghan from above and asked angrily, "My patience is limited, tell me, where exactly is the young man I’m looking for?"
She had already guessed the whereabouts of the person she was looking for from the change in expressions of Song Qingshan and Tang Zhonghan.
Tang Zhonghan clenched his fists tightly, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Miao Qingfeng and said, "How can we help you find someone when you are bullying us like this, Master Miao?"
"Humph!"
Miao Qingfeng said coldly, "It seems you won’t shed tears until you see your coffin. If so, then I will start by killing Song Qingshan."
As her words fell, she stepped toward Song Qingshan.
However, at this moment, Song Qingshan was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, able only to watch helplessly as Miao Qingfeng approached step by step with her walking stick, unable to even crawl up.
"No! Don’t!"
Tang Zhonghan was suddenly in a panic and, with a "thump," he knelt down, pleading with a face full of fear, "Master Miao, I beg you to be magnanimous and spare us a lifeline."
"If you need a place to vent your anger because you haven’t found the person you’re looking for, then take it out on me!"
"Please don’t kill my brother; whatever it is, take it out on me! Come at me!"
Miao Qingfeng had been brought by Tang Yue’er, and Tang Yue’er was his granddaughter. Even though the person Miao Qingfeng was looking for was Qin Chuan, in his view, the crisis the Song Family was currently facing was still brought by Tang Yue’er.
If Song Qingshan died because of this, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
"Bang bang bang!"
As Tang Zhonghan pleaded, he kept banging his head furiously on the ground.
But Miao Qingfeng remained unmoved, walking toward Song Qingshan with an aura of death.
Miao Qingfeng stood in front of Song Qingshan, her voice icy cold as she said, "I’ll give you one last chance, tell me, where exactly is that young man?"
Song Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, "I don’t know!"
"Asking for death!"
Miao Qingfeng shouted loudly, swinging her walking stick with no intention of holding back, and ferociously brought it down.
"No!"
Tang Zhonghan let out a despairing roar, overwhelmed with furious grief, and blood spurted out of his mouth.
Tang Yue’er’s face was also full of despair and regret. If she had known it would come to this, she would have rather endured the torment of the poison and died than lead Miao Qingfeng to the Song Family.
"Grandfather!"
Just as the walking stick in Miao Qingfeng’s hand was about to land on Song Qingshan’s head, at this critical juncture, a young figure suddenly stood in front of Song Qingshan.
"Bang!"
The walking stick landed heavily, and the young figure was sent flying, spitting out blood.
"Xiao Jie!"
Song Qingshan watched, eyes wide open, as Song Jie was sent flying by a cane, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Having taken the Evergreen Pill from Qin Chuan, and after suffering a severe injury, Song Jie had made a breakthrough to the peak of Dark Energy Peak.
Now, with Song Qingshan’s Martial Path utterly wasted, Song Jie was the most qualified successor for the position of Family Head of the Song Family and their hope.
But now, he had been severely injured by Miao Qingfeng’s cane.
If something were to happen to Song Jie, what would the Song Family do?
"Ants are ants, thinking that an ant may shake a tree is nothing but the delusion of a fool!"
Miao Qingfeng said with contempt.
Just then, another young figure stood in front of Song Qingshan, this time a daughter.
"Xiao Yan!"
Song Qingshan looked at Song Yan standing in front of him, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
"Xiao Yan, get out of the way! Don’t blame me, please move aside!"
Song Qingshan pleaded desperately, "She’s a madwoman, she’ll really kill you, get away from here!"
Braving death, Song Yan’s eyes, burning red, met Miao Qingfeng’s without any trace of fear, and she said firmly, "If you want to kill my grandfather, you’ll have to get past me first!"
With Song Yan’s statement, those Song Family Martialists who had been hesitant at first, looked at each other, then stepped forward one after another, standing in solidarity with Song Yan.
"If you want to kill the Family Head, you’ll have to get past us first!"
"If you want to kill the Family Head, you’ll have to get past us first!"
...
Suddenly, the Song Family compound was filled with a unified chant.
There was no fear on their faces, only determination.
Even a woman dared to stand out; as martial artists hired at great expense by the Song Family, how could they betray their loyalty and leave at such a time?
Watching these people, Song Qingshan cried like a child.
He had always thought it was he who had led the Song Family to such great heights.
Only at this moment did he realize that the heights the Song Family had achieved were not due solely to his efforts, but also to those outsiders who had stood with the Song Family through thick and thin.
"Good! Very good!"
Miao Qingfeng laughed in a fury, "Do you truly think that if ants swarm, they can bite an elephant to death?"
"In my eyes, you are indeed ants, but I am a god!"
"How dare you ants challenge a god?"
As her words fell, an immense aura exploded within her.
The multitude of Martial Artists standing in front of Song Qingshan changed their expressions dramatically, as if struck by a hurricane, and were pushed back several steps.
When they steadied themselves, blood trickled from the corners of each person’s mouth.
Miao Qingfeng’s wrath had inflicted internal injuries on so many Martial Artists—how terrifying!
"Leave! Get out, all of you! In the name of the Family Head, I command you to scram, as far as you can!"
Song Qingshan became frantic, shouting with all his might, "Get out! All of you, get out!"
However, not a single one left; they all clenched their teeth and stood their ground, willing to fight to the death. But if they couldn’t even withstand the pressure she released, how could they possibly fight?
Tang Zhonghan also was in tears, choking up as he said, "Our descendants of the Tang Family have wronged the Song Family, we’ve wronged the Song Family!"
Upon hearing Tang Zhonghan’s words, Tang Yue’er’s body shook violently.
"If you’re unwilling to move, then you can all go to your deaths!"
Miao Qingfeng roared, and the cane in her hand swung forward fiercely.