Chapter 465 Song Lian----Dead!
Chapter 465 Song Lian----Dead!
"I can feel that the three barbarians are dead. Their deaths are all because of you, right~"
"It's me~" Changqing nodded.
The middle-aged man turned around holding the young city lord. He was eight feet tall and quite sturdy, but the white hair at his temples showed that he was not young.
“You killed my son just for these lowly slaves? Do you know that my son’s life is ten thousand times more important than theirs combined? How dare you…” The middle-aged man could not hide his sadness.
The city lord seemed to have lost all his energy and became extremely dejected, with an unconcealable sadness on his face. If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would definitely feel sympathy for him.
But Changqing said sarcastically:
"Oh, your son's life is life, but theirs don't count?! You are the only one who is a parent, don't they have any? How could a city lord say such a ridiculous thing? To put it bluntly, your cultivation has gone to waste!"
Changqing chuckled, but a look of determination appeared on his face.
In the earrings, the painting of the half-step spiritual treasure has already combined several treasures, and the spiritual explosion array has risen again.
Changqing has two plans. He plans to detonate the half-step spiritual treasure and kill the Kaihua realm. Or if he fails to kill him, it will be enough to cause a huge commotion here. By then, the one in the sky will not sit idly by.
The only option now is to put his own life at risk along with the lives of these little kids.
There was no other way. If Changqing knew that there were hundreds of little babies hidden here, he would never take such a risk. But it was too late. He was not the omniscient and omnipotent god in the illusion and could not predict everything.
This Song Lian, the City Lord Song, held the body of his only son and put him down tremblingly.
"The world is changing, and the young are truly formidable. Judging from the traces on the ground, it was a fierce battle. A kid from the Pi Hai realm actually crossed two levels and killed three Yun Dan realm cultivators. Looking at the entire Lingran world, whose descendants can have such a dazzling record? It's a pity~"
"Boy, no matter who is behind you or how powerful your background is, you and these little kids must die with my son today!"
Song Lian roared in a low voice, like a wounded beast, roaring with fierce eyes, extremely aggressive.
Song Lian took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Chang Qing. Chang Qing's pupils shrank. He couldn't even react to this speed.
"Die~" Song Lian stretched out his hand and slapped Chang Qing Tian Ling.
Chang Qing's breathing suddenly tightened. A simple palm strike, with supreme power, locked him tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.
This is the power of the Kaihua realm!
Changqing's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of powerlessness like a child facing a strong man. He understood that the Kaihua realm had undergone substantial changes in combat power.
The wooden sword reacted quickly, blocking the two men and stopping the big hand.
Chang Qing took advantage of this opportunity, activated the Fuyao Jue, and flew towards the outside world. There were too many people here, and the explosion of the half-step spiritual treasure would be extremely powerful. He had to lead Song Lian to an uninhabited area first.
However, the wooden sword only blocked the attack for a moment before it was smashed into the wall by the big hand. He turned around and looked at Chang Qing flying in the distance, with a slight smile on his face: "Young man, didn't you want to save these kids? Why are you running away now?"
There were threats in every word. Chang Qing clenched his teeth and pretended not to hear anything. He didn't dare to look back. Now, if he hesitated for a moment, the crazy Song Lian would be the first to use these dolls to threaten him. Then no one would be able to escape. Only if he ran far enough and fast enough, as the murderer of his son, Song Lian would not let him get away.
However, things did not turn out as Changqing had expected. Song Lian was not stupid. He immediately guessed what Changqing was thinking and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He randomly picked up a little girl of no more than seven or eight years old from the crowd and grabbed her in his hands. The little girl kept struggling, kicking her hands and feet, her face turned red, and her life was in danger.
This is a psychological game, and now it seems that Changqing is at a disadvantage.
Seeing that his idea was discovered, Chang Qing suddenly stopped and murmured, "You want to kill me. It has nothing to do with these little kids. If you have anything to do with me, come to me..."
"Haha, you really have a chivalrous heart. Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity! This chivalrous spirit is both the biggest advantage and the biggest disadvantage. I have killed such people more than once~" Song Lian said with a playful and crazy smile on his face.
The force on his hands increased, and the girl struggled more violently.
"Old dog, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!" Chang Qing cursed loudly.
Just as Song Lian turned around and prepared to admire Chang Qing's furious expression, a green light flashed, and Song Lian's hand holding the baby was cut off without him noticing.
Song Lian looked at his broken hand and fixed his gaze on Qing Feng in the distance.
"What a sharp sword!"
Dongfeng 51, although it looks like a wooden sword, is extremely sharp during combat, which is completely different from the seemingly dull blades of ordinary times. It is extremely magical.
"Old dog, you die first!" Changqing with wings came over with a brilliant painting in his hands, and a breath of destruction overflowed from his hands.
In the shadow of the other palm, the pendant has already appeared, and it seems to be opening rhythmically.
Chang Qing was actually preparing to pull him and Song Lian into the pendant space.
Above the sky, the woman widened her eyes and clapped her hands hurriedly. A drop of transparent water condensed in her hands.
The woman said anxiously, "This is too much. This kid really doesn't care about his life. He wants to destroy the entire Xiongshan City by self-destructing his half-step spiritual treasure?!"
"We must stop him. If he continues like this, we'll lose our home!"
The water drop was lightly flicked out by her, but it appeared between the two of them the next moment, and then the water drop turned into an invisible barrier that spread within a radius of hundreds of feet.
Within the barrier, everything came to a standstill, with only thoughts still functioning.
Seeing this scene, Chang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, as he understood something.
It seemed that everything he did was being watched, and it wasn't too late when the critical moment came.
Song Lian's eyes were rolling around. He already knew what was happening. He felt powerless and soon his face turned pale as if he had accepted his fate.
"Song Lian, as the previous lord of Xiongshan City, you bought and sold spirit slaves, harmed living beings, and broke the law knowingly. You should be punished, so you can die now!" A clear and melodious voice, like the sound of nature, rang in everyone's heart.
Under Song Lian's horrified and trembling eyes, it seemed as if a big hand grabbed Song Lian and then squeezed him into a bloody mist.
Song Lian------dead!
He died so easily. The person for whom he had to risk his life to save someone else died just like that. Everything felt so unreal to Changqing.
The voice sounded familiar to him, and after a little thought, he knew who it was. The two of them had met once in Yingxu. Although Changqing used a secret method to cut off 10% of her lifespan during that meeting, he didn't expect that the person stationed here was actually her!
Song Lian died just like that, at the hands of someone countless times stronger than him, and Changqing felt relieved.
The man who was so powerful and awesome before, is now nothing but a remnant of him. Chang Qing has a new understanding of the combat power of the peerless man.
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