Opening an office in Taila

A strong murderous aura.

Before Song Yufeng entered the city, he had already felt a terrifying murderous aura. Ordinary people naturally could not feel it, but a master of Song Yufeng's level could sense that something was wrong.

Song Yufeng knew with his toes that it was the murderous aura of Old Master Xiao.

Song Yufeng immediately drove into the city. However, the first familiar person he saw after entering the city was not Mr. Xiao, but Zhongyue.

"You'd better know why Mr. Xiao has become so abnormal." Zhongyue sighed.

"I do know that I have found the man who murdered his son."

Zhongyue was stunned, then he said, "In Yumen?"

"It's in Yumen."

"No wonder... But this situation can't continue like this. Mr. Xiao's murderous aura has now suppressed all the martial arts schools in the city. Even the army has been greatly affected. Morale is low, and some people have begun to desert the army."

"so serious?"

"It's that serious. For them, this murderous aura is a great terror. I've seen it, and even I feel a little nervous... In short, you have to persuade him, or let him get rid of his enemy as soon as possible." Zhongyue frowned.

"That's no problem. Where is he now?"

“It’s right next to my house.”

Well, no wonder Chongyue was so anxious. If a person holding a knife and ready to chop someone stands near your house, even if he is not going to chop you, you will feel uncomfortable.

So Zhongyue got in the car and gave directions to Song Yufeng until they arrived near his home.

"See? Old Master Xiao is right there." Looking in the direction Zhong Yue pointed, he saw Old Master Xiao sitting on a chair with his head lowered, two knives in his hands.

Song Yufeng got out of the car and walked forward slowly. It was true. The closer he got to Old Man Xiao, the stronger the murderous aura became. In the end, Song Yufeng even felt pain. He looked at his arm and found that it was cut by the murderous aura.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm here." To be on the safe side, Song Yufeng did not move forward, but spoke instead.

Old Master Xiao seemed to come back to his senses. He finally restrained his murderous aura, then forced a smile and said, "You're here."

"Well, I'm here." Song Yufeng felt that he needed to change the subject first, so he said: "Mr. Xiao, why are you holding two knives?"

Yes, this is also what Song Yufeng was curious about. One of the two swords was the familiar wooden sword, and the other was shining with red light all over.

"This red knife is the heirloom sword of the Xiao family. It was that man who coveted this sword that killed my son. Now I have brought it here to put an end to it once and for all." Old Man Xiao held up the knife.

Song Yufeng also observed carefully, but he found that he could feel the same kind of breath on the knife. No, to be precise, it was the breath of the blood of the gods!

But the aura of this divine blood was much stronger than his own. Could it be the blood of a true god?!

What kind of existence is the ancestor of the Xiao family, who can harm or even kill gods with his mortal body?

No, it is also possible that this knife is too strong, but if that is the case, where did this knife come from?

Song Yufeng thought about it and felt that it was not right to ask these questions at this juncture, so he said: "Let's go, I'll show you the way."

"Okay." Old Master Xiao stood up expressionlessly, but his murderous aura had subsided a lot.

"Where's Brother Zhongyue? Are you going too?"

"I think this is Mr. Xiao's private matter after all, so it's better for me not to get involved." Zhongyue looked at Mr. Xiao and said.

Old Master Xiao nodded, then followed Song Yufeng away.

Following the clues, Song Yufeng drove to a remote place in Yumen, where there was a slightly dilapidated house.

"Is this the place?" asked Mr. Xiao.

"right here."

As soon as Song Yufeng finished speaking, Old Man Xiao could no longer control himself and released a powerful murderous aura again, but this time, it avoided Song Yufeng, so Song Yufeng did not feel any obvious oppression.

Old Master Xiao stepped forward quickly, kicked the door open, then pulled out a wooden sword and chopped the obstacle in front of him into powder in an instant. Then, a man walked down from upstairs.

"Mr. Xiao, I have expected this day to come. I didn't expect it to come on my birthday. It's really a good birthday present." The man said calmly, obviously indifferent to life and death.

"You killed my son, you must pay with your life. Now that you are dead, your death is not a pity!" Old Master Xiao inserted the wooden sword into his chest in an instant, leaving him with almost no ability to fight back.

"I see, so that's how it is. Your son's strength isn't even... not even one tenth of yours, ahem..."

"He hasn't grown up yet, and you killed him..." Old Master Xiao said tremblingly.

"But to kill him... I even mobilized the two best swordsmen of Yan Country, but they were no match for your son... Ahem, never mind. I got the bounty, so it's worth it..."

"What do you mean? Aren't you here for the Xiao family's precious sword?"

"The Xiao family's precious sword? Haha... How could it possibly be in his hands? What we have to do is to wipe out the Xiao family's descendants."

"Who is it? Who asked you to do this?!"

"Hahaha... Forty years ago, the Xiao family wiped out the Southwestern Sword Saint clan due to personal vendettas. Unexpectedly, they left behind a child. You should have guessed the rest. That child also died two years ago."

Song Yufeng listened at the side, and then suddenly realized that it was all underworld affairs after all, and sooner or later one would have to pay for what happened. The Xiao family wiped out his clan, and the survivors wiped out the Xiao family's descendants...

Old Master Xiao was stunned for a long time, until the guy was completely dead, then he pulled out his wooden sword in a daze. Then he sat down somewhat powerlessly.

Song Yufeng also sat down next to Mr. Xiao.

Song Yufeng could understand this feeling very well, the emptiness after revenge, but he couldn't fully understand it, because he only felt empty for a short while at the beginning, because he still had more things to do, and revenge was just one of the things to do.

Song Yufeng just sat with Old Man Xiao until someone appeared.

No, it couldn't be called a human. It was a woman holding a pair of large scissors in her hand, and her breath made Song Yufeng feel extremely disgusted.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Ya."

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