Chapter 143 - You Think You Are Enough?
At that point, Lu Xuan felt like a demon who had just climbed out of hell. While there was not even a speck of blood to be found on his body, his presence inspired immense fear and dread.
Threatening him by attacking his family had long since crossed the line in his mind.
“You’re going too far, Lu Xuan!”
Song Maoxun’s eyes were red, and he was so furious that his entire body was shaking.
“I see. So everyone’s here, then. Nice. I could get rid of you people in one go. From this day on, the Song Clan shall be history,” Lu Xuan stated plainly.
“Don’t go around thinking you can just do whatever you want!” Song Maoxun gritted his teeth.
He had never been cornered like that since the day he’d become the Patriarch of the clan.
It was only moments before only the Patriarch, Song Maoxun, and the eldest elder, Song Tongheng, were left standing.
Both of them sported ugly looks on their faces. They had been unable to do anything to stop Lu Xuan from killing all the others who’d stood beside them just moments ago.
“I’ll buy you some time. Hurry, the Song Clan can’t fall just yet. We can never face our ancestors with our heads held high otherwise!” Song Tongheng shouted.
While he’d had his fair share of arguments with Song Maoxun in the past, and there had been a serious power struggle between the two, the elder still made the decisions at such key moments.
One among them had to be sacrificed right there and then.
Song Maoxun did not say anything after hearing what Song Tongheng said. He turned around and went inside the house right away.
Song Tongheng then stood in Lu Xuan’s way.
“Lu Xuan, I’ll have you stay behind today no matter the cost. You shall die here!” Song Tongheng growled like a beast in a cage.
“Buy time? You?”
Lu Xuan charged and arrived in front of Song Tongheng like a bolt of lightning before he even finished his sentence.
Lu Xuan did little more than slap the man.
Boom!
The slap connected right away, breaking straight through Song Tongheng’s Shield of Vigor, making his efforts totally pointless.
Song Tongheng spat blood as his body was sent flying like a kite with a snapped thread before crashing hard onto the ground.
His chest caved in, and one could even see a palm print on his chest.
Song Tongheng’s face was ashen in an instant, as if he’d aged more than 20 years over in mere moments.
He struggled to get up. He never thought the difference between him and Lu Xuan could possibly be so great.
That one slap from Lu Xuan almost killed him.
He pulled a red pill from his pocket with a struggle and put it into his mouth.
Blood-colored energy returned to his body in just a few seconds. Song Tongheng, who had been unable to stand mere moments ago, leaped up once he was under the effects of that blood-colored energy.