But now, he was killed like this?

"Boy, you are dead, not only you are dead, but I want to make your whole family worse than death..." The angry Song Qing instantly pulled out his sword and rushed towards Ye Xiu at full speed.

He didn't think Ye Xiu was much stronger than Song Fei, but he just picked up the cheaper Song Fei was careless. How strong could a boy in his early twenties be?

I have already entered the seventh realm of the innate realm and are expected to enter the sect realm before I was forty years old.

A powerful aura burst out, and a dazzling sword light appeared from Song Qing's long sword and slashed towards Ye Xiu at full speed.

Ye Xiu did not retreat or avoid, but instead rushed towards Song Qing at a faster speed.

Before Song Qing's sword light could be slashed on his head, it had already punched Song Qing's chest, and a more terrifying punch suddenly burst out. Song Qing was blown away by the punch, hitting heavily on the wall behind, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out on the spot.

"Mr. Song..." Wu Sanniang was so scared that her face turned pale. She never expected that with Young Master Song's strength, she would be severely injured by the other party.

There was blood on the corner of Song Qing's mouth, and his eyes were angry and shocked. He also did not expect that the other party was also a congenital master.

Shouldn’t this group of people be just an ordinary tomb robber? How could a congenital master mix in it?

The opponent's strength is obviously far above him, but he only hurt himself with one punch. His cultivation has reached the seventh level of innate realm. How strong is the opponent's strength? Eighth level? Ninth level? This kid looks younger than him. How could his cultivation be so much higher than himself?

But Ye Xiu didn't give him a chance to ponder. He shook his body and came to him and lifted him up directly.

"What did you say just now? It's better to die if my whole family is worse than death?" Ye Xiu looked at Song Qing with a sarcastic look, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not drop sharply.

"I..." Song Qing wanted to say something, but Ye Xiu twisted his head and rushed towards the wall next to him.

With a muffled sound, the innate master is worthy of being a innate master. The entire wall was cracked, but Song Qing's head was just a hole.

But this scene scared Wu Sanniang and others. This only son, Song Dao, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, was tortured like this.

"Boy, my father is the leader of the Tiandao Sect and a master of the Yuan Realm. Can you really dare to kill me?" Song Qing was dizzy when he was hit, but he still stared at Ye Xiu and reported his identity again.

He didn't believe that the other party really dared to offend a Yuan Realm master and killed himself.

A sarcasm appeared on Ye Xiu's lips. He was puzzled. These people were obviously not bad at all, so why did they always like to report their identities in the end?

So what if you have a father of a master of Yuan Realm?

Did you just get along with your father?

Just as he was about to break Song Qing's neck, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the passage of Shengmen, and then he saw Song Dao and his group rushing over.

"Dad, save me..." When she saw Song Dao, Song Qing was so excited that she almost cried.

Song Dao frowned.

He never expected that his son would come here, and even more so, he would fall into the hands of this kid...
Chapter completed!