Chapter 449: The Patriarch In The Flesh (1/2)

Wiping the blade with his sleeve, he got back into battle.

Song Jie assumed a fighting stance as well. ”Song Yang-gege, Song Xingchen and I will hold off my mother. Run!”

”Dream on!” sneered Song Heting.

She kicked the weapon on the ground — the pike drew an arc in the air and landed firmly in her hand.

“Run!” Song Xingchen shouted.

”I'll wait for you at the mountain pass,” I nodded.

”Don't bother waiting for me. We won’t go!” he yelled in return.

With that, the two joined hands and charged towards Song Heting, sparks and silver glints dancing all over the room, the air thick with murder.

I gritted my teeth as I ran out of the manor, led by the path in my memory until I found my way out of the village. Halfway up the mountain, a boom sounded from behind me. The living room of the old manor collapsed.

Three figures emerged from the rubble, still fighting fiercely. Disturbed by the movement, every household in the village was brightly lit.

I didn't dare delay for even a moment. However, Song Heting’s voice crept up behind me. Shocked, my first thought was that she had caught up to me! Her voice spread over the entire valley, ”Listen to me, descendants of the Song family. Song Yang has disobeyed me. Catch him alive and remember not to touch even a hair on his head!”

The ”Thousands Mile Sound Transmission” meant producing sounds from the Dantian loud enough to spread over great distances.

A large group of people charged out of the village, searching the vicinity. Upon spotting me, someone shouted, ”He’s on the mountain!”

Several martial Songs flew over the cliff using their Lightness Skill, nimbly climbing up the steep mountain. Before I could even take a few steps forward, a flurry of footsteps sounded behind me. One of them had already caught up.

Turning around, I immediately launched the Eyes of Yama to deter him. With an ear-piercing scream, the man quickly backed off.

The side effects of the Eyes of Yama descended upon me, weakness spreading in my limbs. This was the third and the last time I could use it today.

Soon after, a large group of people ran after me, shouting, ”Stop, or we’ll have to resort to drastic measures!”

Hope turned to dust as I watched them approach. Suddenly, a whizz sliced through the air and a hidden weapon hit them between the thighs. They all dropped to their knees at once. It was Song Xingchen who had thrown a few stones in desperation.

Sweeping their throats with his scabbard, Song Xingchen knocked two of them to the ground while the others cried, ”Song Xingchen, are you trying to rebel?”

”Song Yang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back,” he said, running up to me.

”What’s the point in saying this now?” I sighed. “Where’s Song Jie?”

Song Xingchen's eyes grew dim, ”She threatened Aunt Song with her own life, or else I couldn't have made it out of there.”

“Stop!” A voice interrupted us.

“Go!” Song Xingchen waved his hand.

Song Xingchen pulled me with him, almost dragging me along the mountain path because I couldn't keep up with his pace. Right then, a whoosh drew my attention. Song Xingchen immediately pushed me away and drew his sword, splitting the weapon that came from behind, his movements smooth and effortless.

It turned out to be the bright silver pike thrown by Song Heting which now lay on the ground, shaking, after being split by Song Xingchen.