SWDnovel Chapter 79 Skilled at Overcoming the Weak
Chapter 79 Skilled at Overcoming the Weak
Chapter 79 Skilled at Overcoming the Weak
At that moment, Song Yuantu threw a punch without hesitation.
A fourth-rank martial artist is already capable of breaking stone tablets and splitting rocks.
Ordinary people can hardly withstand even a single punch.
With a force of hundreds of kilograms, amplified by inner fear, it pierced through the rain like a spear.
His confidence soared; he was a genius.
A genius who will be able to advance to the level of a Grandmaster in the future.
The shouts earlier had already woken up the people inside the courtyard.
Song Jingmin was the first to leave the room and headed straight for the courtyard where Song Yuantu was.
As he passed through the wide archway, the scene before him made his eyes widen in fury.
The son, Song Yuantu, was entangled in several water ropes, and water spikes had pierced through his limbs and collarbone.
No matter how much it struggled, it was all in vain.
Despite the continuous rain, the figure of the elderly man with white hair and beard remained clear.
Song Jingmin did not know who the other party was or why they were targeting the Song family.
But he could see clearly that this was not someone he could handle.
Those water ropes and water cones were so magical; they were definitely not the work of a martial artist.
Just as he was about to speak, the water rope wrapped around Song Yuantu's neck suddenly tightened.
With a piercing cracking sound, Song Yuantu's eyes bulged out, and his life force quickly faded.
As the water ropes dissipated, the corpses crashed heavily to the ground.
He never imagined he would die so soon.
He was clearly a genius with the potential to become a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, but he died at the age when he should never have died.
Rain pattered on the banana leaves in the courtyard, making a continuous crackling sound.
There was no thunder in the world, only the bright moon in the sky.
The dense raindrops soaked Song Jingmin, who was standing there dumbfounded, into a drenched state.
His bare upper body was soaked with water, which kept running down his bulging muscles.
With veins and bulging bulges, Song Jingmin's gaze shifted from his genius son's corpse to Chu Xun.
His eyes were bloodshot with rage, but he suppressed the urge to attack: "Who are you, and what grudge do you hold against the Song family?!"
Before he could finish speaking, the figure had already arrived in front of him.
Caught off guard, he was struck in the abdomen with tremendous force, and his whole body flew out like a rolling boulder.
In mid-air, streaks of blood splattered down.
Most of his ribs were broken, and the wolf viciously pierced his internal organs.
However, a second-rank martial artist possesses exceptional vitality; even at seventy-five, he remains in the prime of his life as if he were an ordinary person.
The sturdy, tall courtyard wall collapsed after being hit.
As the bricks crashed heavily to the ground, Song Jingmin looked up in horror, only to vaguely see a figure dozens of meters away, and slowly withdrew his leg.
His pupils suddenly contracted; he had no chance to see the kick clearly at all.
The next moment, Chu Xun stood in front of him.
Such ghostly speed sent chills down Song Jingmin's spine: "Lightning fast! Who is he?"
But he knew the other person wouldn't answer that question.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Jingmin coughed and said in a trembling voice, "Even if you are not a legendary immortal, you have at least reached the realm of a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm."
"Regardless of the reason for the feud with my Song family, isn't it shameful to bully the weak like this? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
Those who can reach the level of Innate Grandmaster are all top masters with a name and reputation in the martial arts world.
No one wants to be branded as someone who bullies the weak.
The ground beneath Song Jingmin suddenly became extremely soft, and he sank in it.
Before he could react, the soil hardened again, turning into a solid cage that firmly suppressed him.
With such methods, Song Jingmin immediately understood what kind of person he had encountered.
Chu Xun looked down at him and said, "After enduring so much, if you still can't use your strength to bully the weak and defeat the strong, then all that effort has been for nothing."
The rainwater transformed into hundreds of water cones, piercing towards Song Jingmin.
"I've heard that second-rank martial artists have reached an extremely high level of skin and bone training, and apart from a few vital points, they can't be harmed by swords or axes anywhere else?"
This is real.
But there were too many water cones, and they found the weak point almost immediately in the first wave.
When the water cone easily pierced his vital point, Song Jingmin trembled all over, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling.
"Stop, Immortal Master! Whatever you want, the Song family can give you! If the Song family doesn't have it, we can help you get it!"
"Even if it means killing countless people, I'm willing to do it!"
More members of the Song family were alerted and gathered in this direction.
Song Jingmin spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if it were something he was simply supposed to do.
Chu Xun's eyes grew even colder: "You really deserve to die!"
A stone, drawn by spiritual energy, turned into mud and smeared onto Song Jingmin's mouth.
It then became extremely hard, growing dozens of barbs that hooked onto the tongue and mouth.
If Song Jingmin tried to spit out this lump of mud, he would only tear his mouth to shreds.
"Father!" Song Yuanshan ran over in alarm.
Song Jingmin's eyes widened, and he tried desperately to scream, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Chu Xun looked up and saw that the water rope had silently condensed and firmly bound Song Yuanshan.
Just as Song Yuanshan was about to cry out in alarm, a thick water cone pierced his face, stabbing hard into his throat and then emerging from his neck.
What a huge head, hanging off at an angle on its neck, connected only by the skin on both sides.
Eyes filled with fear, unable to close in peace until death.
"Father! Grandpa!"
Song Jingmin's grandson, Song Weiqiao, rushed over in the rain, and Song Jingmin's eye sockets were torn apart.
As he watched one grandson after another being lured over, he felt like he was about to explode from shouting.
But all that could be heard was a low, humming sound.
As the bodies of Song family members fell one by one, regardless of gender or age.
Chu De's expression grew increasingly cold.
No one in the Song family is innocent.
Even if there were, he was willing to bear the infamy.
Because he had promised Li Shoutian.
Either don't kill.
Either kill them all!
Leave no room for future trouble!
On the path to immortality, many people will die; why can't it be you?
Not far from here, a dark figure, imperceptible to ordinary people, stood in front of a house.
The figure was so blurry that only a male face could be vaguely seen, holding a black chain hook.
"Xu Baolin, your lifespan in this world has come to an end. Quickly follow this underworld official to report to the underworld!"
An even more indistinct figure slowly emerged from the house.
His face was blank, as if he had no idea what had happened.
Seeing that he didn't move, the dark figure swung the grappling hook and hooked it around his chest.
Suddenly, a plume of black smoke emerged, and the bewildered figure screamed in agony.
Strangely, no matter how loudly he shouted, the woman on the other side of the wall seemed not to hear him.
"Your Excellency, have mercy! I have an elderly mother and young children. If I go to the underworld, how will they live?" The figure knelt on the ground and begged for mercy in agony.
But the underworld officials remained unmoved; the underworld officials collected souls but never concerned themselves with matters of the mortal realm.
He ruthlessly dragged the black chain, pulling the figure emanating black smoke forward.
If anyone dared to resist, the chains would tremble and tear out more black energy, causing the figure to convulse in pain, unable to resist any longer.
At this moment, the underworld messenger seemed to sense something and abruptly turned his head to look at the Song family residence.
Streaks of gray resentment rose into the sky.
"Strange, how could so many people who hadn't yet reached the end of their lifespan die in that direction?"