Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1838 - 1722: Willpower

The Tang Mansion was bombarded by helicopters beyond recognition, with raging flames, the whole mansion was engulfed in a sea of fire, and the temperature was extremely scorching.

All around Song Yun, there were fallen people, and his body was splattered with bright red blood.

Tang Xiaoyun stood in place, looking at the fallen Tang Family, watching Song Yun gradually approach, he said with feigned bravado: "You... what do you want, if you kill me, my master won’t spare you."

"Do you think saying that will make me spare you?"

Song Yun sneered disdainfully and said in a deep voice, "No matter who your master is, no matter how strong he is, those powers belong to him, he can’t help you, nor help you grip the sword in your hand. Come, defeat me, or you’ll be buried in the sea of fire in the Tang Mansion!"

Rumble rumble rumble rumble...

As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, suddenly the sound of helicopter rotor blades spinning approached. However, the helicopter was too damaged, Juan Mao finally lost control, and it plummeted toward the ground.

The rotor blades were still spinning, and the helicopter spun out of control.

The strong air currents made Song Yun’s robe flutter loudly, as the helicopter was about to crash, Juan Mao jumped out from inside, landing somewhere unknown, and Song Yun’s vision was obscured by the sea of fire.

Boom.

The helicopter crashed behind Song Yun, with surging blasts and soaring flames.

Debris flew scattered, a massive iron piece struck toward Song Yun’s head.

Slash.

He swung his long sword, the iron piece was sliced into two, like two flying knives, continuing to fly toward his front.

Slashed.

The iron piece was sharp, one piece coincidentally cut off Tang Xiaoyun’s right arm.

He could dodge, but he was truly intimidated by Song Yun, even forgetting to evade.

This man has strength, but his will is too weak.

Song Yun continued to walk toward Tang Xiaoyun, raising two long swords and coldly said, "Die, and forever rest here with your Tang Family’s kin."

"No!"

Tang Xiaoyun shouted loudly, reflexively trying to use his right arm to block, but his right arm was empty, where was his right arm.

Seeing Tang Xiaoyun about to be slain, at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Stop, Song Yun!"

The two swords hung in the air, Song Yun stopped his actions.

He turned and looked behind him, Master Bei was supporting Little Sword God, walking out from the blazing flames.

Master Bei was covered in blood, limping, clearly having gone through a tough fight.

But compared to Little Sword God, he seemed like a healthy person.

Little Sword God’s face was deathly pale, his body covered in red blood, eyelids hard to lift, his entire aura very weak.

When Song Yun saw Little Sword God’s empty right arm, his heart tightened, a sense of indescribable bitterness.

A swordsman losing his sword hand, this is definitely a huge blow to Little Sword God.

The scene was silent, Little Sword God glanced at Tang Xiaoyun and said to Song Yun, "Song Yun, let him go."

Song Yun didn’t lower his swords, but asked, "Why?"

Little Sword God’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice, "In the future, I want to kill him myself, to prove my Sword Dao will."

Hearing this, Song Yun’s eyes brightened, and he slowly lowered his swords.

Although he really wanted to kill Tang Xiaoyun, he respected Little Sword God’s decision more.

This is Little Sword God’s foe, Little Sword God has the right to decide how to dispose of him.

Moreover, only by personally finishing off Tang Xiaoyun, will Little Sword God completely resolve his inner conflict, and walk further along the Sword Dao path he pursues.

Bam.

Song Yun kicked Tang Xiaoyun flying, shouting, "Get lost!"

Tang Xiaoyun was covered in dust and blood, crawled up in a sorry state.

He glanced at Song Yun, Little Sword God, and Master Bei, his heart full of hatred, but dared not show it, quickly moved his body and dashed wildly toward outside the Tang Mansion.

Watching Tang Xiaoyun’s figure move farther away, this moment Juan Mao rushed out from the flames, "Damn, almost got me burned to death."

He noticed Tang Xiaoyun escaping, puzzled: "Why let him go."

Song Yun said, "Little Sword God will kill him personally later."

Juan Mao raised an eyebrow, didn’t say much.

"Let’s go, leave here first."

Song Yun said to everyone, the four walked through the turbulent flames of the Tang Mansion towards outside.

At this moment, the core members of the Tang Family were all dead, only the weak old soldiers remained.

This glorious Martial Arts Family, just ended like that, even if Tang Xiaoyun is still alive, it can no longer recover its former strength.

The four walked out of the Tang Mansion, Song Yun quickly treated Little Sword God’s wounds, seeing the wounds on Little Sword God’s body was shocking.

Except for the face, there wasn’t a piece of intact skin on Little Sword God’s body.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaoyun thought of torturing Little Sword God, so he didn’t deliver the killing blow, Little Sword God lost too much blood, severed an arm, but didn’t harm his life.

Song Yun quickly treated Little Sword God’s wounds, then gave him the healing medicine taken from the master when he returned to Qingyun Temple last time.

Juan Mao joked: "Little Sword God, luckily your little bird is fine, otherwise, we’d be brothers, not brother and sister, hahaha!"

Little Sword God recovered a bit, squeezed out a smile, said to Juan Mao, "Bro, thank you for coming, also you broke your vow, stepping into mainland soil, really sorry."

"Vow, what vow?"

Juan Mao pretended to be puzzled, evidently he didn’t want Little Sword God to feel mentally burdened.

Little Sword God said to Master Bei again, "Master Bei, this time our gathering was messed up, really sorry."

Master Bei said, "We are brothers, don’t say such nonsense."

Little Sword God smiled, said to Song Yun again, "Brother Yun, you really hid well before, clearly with exceptional strength, yet didn’t reveal it. Just now so many experts of the Tang Family were killed by you, your current ability is truly formidable."

Juan Mao said dissatisfied, "Little Sword God is right, Song Yun, you guy why not honest, before I thought you were only slightly stronger than me, always challenging you. Who knew, you turned out to be much stronger than me."

Master Bei also looked at Song Yun, "Originally thought I could compete with you, be stronger, unexpectedly, still not as good as you."

Song Yun smiled, "I was not deliberately concealing, I was afraid of hitting your confidence, you should be thankful for my kindness."

Speaking, he continued, said to Little Sword God: "Little Sword God, I froze your right arm, wait till we return to Yanjing, and attach your arm."

Little Sword God shook his head, "No need."

"No need, what do you mean?"

Song Yun and the others puzzled, looked at Little Sword God in confusion.

Little Sword God showed determination on his face, calmly said, "Left hand can also wield a sword, I want to pursue a brand new sword skill power. As for the right hand, let it be a memory. From now on, my sword will never slip, I want to become the world’s strongest swordsman!"

Without waiting for everyone to recover, Little Sword God continued, "Wait until returning to Yanjing, I will ask my master to convey a message to the Sword Dao experts in the Red Wall inside, I want to go inside to train. Next time we meet, I will definitely be stronger than now!"