"Goddamn brat, this duck won't dare to jump around in front of you in the future. You cut people up like they're cabbages. You're too cruel!"
The Duck Emperor's little body was really trembling this time. He usually didn't show his true colors, but he didn't expect Xiao Luo to have such a cruel and ruthless side. That cold murderous aura seemed to be innate. It made people tremble in fear. Oh, no, it made ducks tremble in fear.
"You don't think they should be killed?"
Xiao Luo found a cart and placed the little girl and her mother's bodies on it. Perhaps it was because he had a daughter, Su Bei, that he couldn't control himself after seeing the little girl being killed. He was ready to pull them outside and set up a grave for them.
"They should be killed. Of course they should be killed. This duck was just lamenting. Don't take it to heart," the Duck Emperor said firmly.
Xiao Luo ignored it and pushed the cart toward the west of the city.
Suddenly, a group of armored guards appeared in front of him, and then a man around the age of 50 walked out from the group. The man's hair was half white, and he wore embroidered clothes. He gave off a natural aura of might. Regardless of whether it was the man or the guards, their expressions changed when they saw the corpses that covered the ground.
"Is it the Song Family's bastard again?" The Duck Emperor raised its head and looked at Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man expressionlessly.
"It seems like he's from another big family, the Liang Family!"
"Yes, yes, yes. He's from the Liang Family. The leader is the Liang Family's patriarch, Liang Xinghua."
"The Liang Family and the Song Family have always been at odds. The Liang Family's patriarch appeared here. Could it be that he wants to rope in that guy?"
The commoners who were watching from afar whispered. Compared to the Song Family, everyone was more protective of the Liang Family. This was because the Liang Family didn't have an arrogant and despotic playboy like Song Feiyu.
At this moment, the middle-aged man who was leading the group of guards walked up and bowed to Xiao Luo. "Brother, I'm Liang Xinghua, the patriarch of the Stan City's Liang Family. May I ask if you killed the Song Family's young master and these guards?"
"Yes."
Xiao Luo didn't even hesitate and simply admitted it. Then, he asked indifferently, "What's wrong?"
Hiss …
After they obtained confirmation, these Liang Clan guards couldn't help but gasp. The streets were covered in corpses, and they were actually unable to find a single complete corpse as far as the eye could see. This scene was truly too bloody and terrifying.
Liang Xinghua shuddered and hurriedly replied, "No … nothing …"
"Since there's nothing else, then make way!" Xiao Luo pushed the cart and continued walking towards the west of the city.
When the guards of the Liang family saw him coming over, they subconsciously separated in the middle.
Looking at Xiao Luo's back, Liang Xinghua felt a chill in his heart. He whispered to the deputy next to him, "The Song Family has suffered a big setback this time. They have encountered such a ruthless person. Old Devil Song even sacrificed his only son, Song Feiyu. I'm afraid he will go crazy when he hears the news. You pass on my order later. We can temporarily stop fighting with the Song Family. Old Devil Song is a ferocious tiger, a tiger that has lost its mind. We'd better stay away from him."
"Yes, Patriarch!" The deputy nodded respectfully.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~"
At this moment, several figures rushed over from afar at an extremely fast speed. They were all in cyan robes, holding flying swords and sharp spears in their hands. They were full of murderous intent.
Old Devil Song and several founding members of the Song Family were here!
Liang Xinghua's expression changed slightly. He immediately went up to them and greeted a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. "Brother Song, you're here."
"Liang Xinghua, don't you f * cking pretend to be polite to me. Get lost!"
The Patriarch of the Song Family, Song Tianba, roared at Liang Xinghua. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a spot. His expression changed immediately. He rushed over and knelt on the ground. He picked up Song Feiyu's headless body and screamed, "Feiyu, Feiyu!"
His screams were mixed with endless grief and anger.
"Tianba …"
The founding members of the Song Family found Song Feiyu's head, but they could not find Song Feiyu's arms in the pile of corpses.
Boom!
Seeing Song Feiyu's head, a terrifying murderous intent rose from Song Tianba's body and turned into a raging hurricane.
"Who did this? Who killed my son? Get out here! "
Song Tianba roared in grief and anger. The sound waves were like rolling thunder, shaking the eardrums of the people who were watching from afar. He glared at Liang Xinghua with his red eyes. The next moment, he rushed toward Liang Xinghua like a hurricane. He grabbed Liang Xinghua's collar and asked with gritted teeth, "Liang Xinghua, is it you? Did you kill my son, Feiyu? "
At this moment, Liang Xinghua's heart was filled with joy. Their Liang Family had always been suppressed by Old Ghost. Today was an especially pleasant surprise. Someone actually killed Old Ghost's only son. However, on the surface, Liang Xinghua's face was filled with grief. He bitterly smiled and said, "How could it be me? I also heard someone say that there was a murder here. So I brought people here in a hurry.
Although Song Tianba was furious, he knew that it could not be Liang Xinghua. Liang Xinghua definitely did not have the guts to offend the Song Family.
"Patriarch, the murderer of the Young Master is over there!"
At this moment, a servant of the Song Family pointed at Xiao Luo, who was pushing a cart a hundred meters away.
"I'm going to kill him!"
Song Tianba let go of Liang Xinghua. His body turned into a green light and he chased after Xiao Luo with an overwhelming murderous aura. After losing his only son, the surging anger instantly eroded his mind. Now, he only wanted to cut Song Feiyu's murderer into pieces and burn his bones to ashes.
"Patriarch, it looks like that guy is finished. Song Tianba is an expert with one foot in the Martial Royal Realm. No matter how talented that guy is, he is at most in the Martial Spirit Realm. It will be easy for Song Tianba to kill him," Liang Xinghua's assistant whispered. He was worried for Xiao Luo.
Liang Xinghua chuckled and said, "Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with us. However, he killed the only son of Old Ghost Song. After he dies, I will definitely find a good place to bury him as a token of my gratitude."
…
…
"Give me back my son's life!"
Song Tianba was behind Xiao Luo in a breath. Along the way, he was so powerful that the stone slabs on the ground were lifted into the air. Under the influence of his power, they were forcefully crushed in the air.
He did not have a weapon in his hand. He hit Xiao Luo's back with his palm.
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