Song Gudu was dead!
He died silently and calmly — — just like his character.
He used an unrestrained and casual way to immortalize himself, not even leaving a piece of flesh and a piece of bone behind. It was impossible for the descendants of the Song clan to pick up his ashes and bury him.
He directly decayed with the plants and fused with all things between heaven and earth. He couldn't be found, couldn't be found.
He had no last words, as if the great Song Empire had nothing to do with him.
He didn't say a single word to plead for leniency. Everything that would happen in the future had already been simulated in his mind.
In addition to entrusting his most beloved granddaughter to Li Muyang and asking him to treat her well, for the other people of the Song clan — — he had no explanation.
It meant that if you want to kill me, then kill me, if you don't want to kill me. Do as you please.
Very free and at ease!
Also very wise!
He really was an old man who understood, or an old dog who had become a spirit.
Whether you love him or hate him, whether you revere him or are hostile to him — — you have to remember him, you can't ignore him.
Remember, these two words are very important.
How many people do you meet in life, how many things do you experience, how many people and things can you never forget, how many people and things can you mention from time to time?
People are forgetful!
Animals too!
Therefore, scholars often say that people are forgetful animals.
Song Gudu was dead!
The person that Li Muyang hated the most and wanted to kill the most was dead!
Died in front of him!
He was truly dead, completely dead.
However, there was no joy in his heart, instead there was a kind of — — indescribable sense of loss.
Li Muyang's body was suspended in the air, sluggish on the spot, unable to react for a long time.
"Is this what I want?" Li Muyang thought to himself, asking himself such a question.
"Yes, this is what I want. Song Gudu must die. Only when Song Gudu dies can the deformed behemoth of the Song clan collapse and be dismembered — — Whether it's because of national enmity or personal grievances, there are thousands of reasons to kill him. "Li Muyang said to himself.
"But, why would I be disappointed?" Li Muyang asked himself in his mind.
After a long time, Li Muyang finally understood why he was disappointed.
The way Song Gudu died was wrong!
Yes, his death was too simple and casual. It didn't match his expectations.
In order to kill him, Li Muyang had put in so much effort.
He traveled all over the famous mountains and great rivers, exploring one dragon cave after another. Read all the useful books, eat all the useful medicines.
He took the eight Netherworld Nails in his body and ventured everywhere. He endured the torture of the Netherworld Cold Poison, but he did not forget to cultivate. Day and night, he practiced the Dragon Clan's secret techniques that he clearly remembered but could not use, over and over again.
He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to learn the endless treasures that the black dragon had left behind for him.
All he had done was to defeat Song Gudu with his own hands and kill him in front of countless people of Tiandu.
But, how did he die?
How did he die just like that? He didn't even unleash a single sword strike or move!
If he died like that, wouldn't other people's efforts be in vain?
He had put his hopes on Ximen Zhuizhi, wanting to borrow the sword of the God of Sword to kill Li Muyang.
No one knew better than him how sharp Ximen Zhuizhi's sword was.
But what he didn't expect was that even the killing move he had prepared for Li Muyang, Ximen Zhuizhi, was defeated by Li Muyang's' Nine Dragons Empowerment '.
In this way, he had lost his natural support.
In order to expel the poison from his granddaughter Song Chenxi, he had consumed too much of his yuan qi and energy. He knew that his current mental state and cultivation base were no match for Li Muyang, who had just defeated the God of Sword and was at his peak state.
Since he couldn't beat him, he might as well not fight.
For an old man who had lived to his age, what else could he not get over?
What he cared about the most was nothing more than two things: face and dignity.
Since he couldn't save face, then he should leave with dignity.
Thinking of this, Li Muyang grew angrier.
He felt that he had been tricked by Song Gudu, and wanted to pull him up and let him die again — — Unfortunately, Li Muyang had no way to separate him from the air.
What was worse was that Song Chenxi's body was getting colder and colder, and the ice mist around her body was getting thicker and thicker. Her heartbeat was gradually weakening, and her breathing was almost inaudible.
Li Muyang knew that if he did not treat her in time, Song Chenxi would most likely die on the spot.
Li Muyang had clearly told Song Gudu the way to treat her, but he did not treat her. He just handed Song Chenxi over to Li Muyang, and then blew himself up.
It was not until now that Li Muyang understood that it was not that Song Gudu did not treat her, but deliberately.
He understood Li Muyang's character. He knew that after handing Song Chenxi over to Li Muyang, the first thing he had to do was to treat Song Chenxi — — As for other things, such as massacring the Song clan, he would not have the opportunity to do it himself.
As long as he did not do it himself, the Song clan would have an extra chance of survival.
He still had a backup plan, and still considered for the sake of the Song clan.
"Snowball — —" Li Muyang bellowed.
"Pfff — —"
A large ball of saliva fell from the sky.
Li Muyang raised his head, only to see a giant beast that could cover the sky and hide from the sun grinning at him in the sky.
When Li Muyang came to kill Song Gudu, he had Snowball completely shield this area from the outside world. Shielding his own dragon qi, and also shielding Ximen Zuishi's sword qi.
In this way, the Starry Sky experts living in seclusion in Tiandu or West Wind would not be able to come to support in time.
Snowball was composed of jellyfish elements, and could be big or small. As big as it could fill up the entire Illusory Water boundary, and as small as — — it could hide into someone's mouth and turn into a mouthful of saliva.
Whoosh — —
The giant beast's figure was getting smaller and smaller, falling rapidly toward the location where Li Muyang was.
A snow-white spherical object swooped over, waving its four little claws around Li Muyang, making 'puff' sounds at him, as though wanting Li Muyang to praise it.
"You did well." Li Muyang said, looking at it. His line of sight shifted to the distance, where several murderous intents were rapidly moving over. "But we have to leave quickly."
With that, Li Muyang held Song Chenxi in his arms and darted into the distance.
Snowball spat out bubbles from its mouth, "puff", "puff", "puff" as it chased behind.
When Li Muyang and Snowball left, the old plum tree in the courtyard that even Ximen Zuoxiu's sword qi couldn't destroy suddenly seemed to awaken. It began to sprout small buds, and then grew dazzling red plum blossoms.
Those plum blossoms fell off and quickly gathered together in the air, forming a long pink dragon that flew towards Tiandu City.
The red dragon danced in the air, and the incense array soared into the sky.
After the red dragon flew away, the thousand-year-old plum tree's vitality withered. It aged at a speed visible to the naked eye and died.
Then it turned into a pile of powder, and when the wind blew, it also dissipated like Song Gudu's corpse.
Everything had a spirit, and this old plum tree was no exception.
When the people of Tiandu City saw the pink dragon above their heads, they clasped their hands together and shouted loudly. Some even knelt on the ground devoutly.
"Old Immortal has broken through again, Old Immortal has broken through again …"
"Old Immortal has become a real Old Immortal …"
"Old Immortal has broken through, this is the blessing of West Wind — —"
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Clatter — —
More people knelt on the ground. The streets and alleys, high walls and small courtyards were all full of people.
"What?" The King of the Hui nation shuddered, a black chess piece in his hand falling to the ground. "Song Gudu — — has broken through?"
Opposite him sat an old man shrouded in a black robe.
The old man looked up at the pink dragon high in the sky, whispering, "Song Gudu did not break through, but has passed away — —"
"Passed away?" The King hesitated for a moment, then exulted. "Song Gudu is dead? Killed by that dragon — — by that Li Muyang? "
"It's not Li Muyang who killed him, it's him who solved the immortal problem himself."
"Solved the immortal problem himself? What is immortal solution? "
"No flesh and blood, no blood, it is called immortal solution."
"You mean — — Song Gudu is dead?" The King pushed the chessboard in front of him away, unable to sit down anymore. He paced back and forth in the small courtyard, looking unusually excited. "Song Gudu is really dead? How is that possible? How is that possible? He's Song Gudu — — Flying feather army — — no, let the Monitoring Division — — let Yan Xiangma go — — let Yan Xiangma investigate to see if Song Gudu is really dead — — "
"We can't be careless about this kind of thing. We have to make sure that he's really dead … If he's alive, we have to see him; if he's dead, we have to see his corpse … Song Gudu is the most cunning. Who knows if he's playing a dirty trick this time to lure us into a trap …"
"Yan Xiangma has been dispatched by His Majesty to the city defense camp to cooperate with Song Tinyun." The black-robed old man added. "Moreover, even if Yan Xiangma goes, he won't be able to see his body — — Immortal solution is like an immortal ascending, leaving no trace — —"
"This — — is really immortal solution?"
"It's really immortal solution."
"He's really dead?"
"It's absolutely true."
After receiving an affirmative answer from the black-robed man, the King of the Hui nation suddenly burst into wild laughter.
As he laughed, tears came out, and his expression became ferocious and terrifying.
"Song Gudu — — you old dog — — you old dog — — Song Gudu, you have this day — — you will also die — — it's good that you died — — it's good that you died — —"
The ruler of a generation, the King of the Hui nation of West Wind, seemed to have lost his mind, completely disregarding the image of an Emperor and the image of a ruler, crying and laughing, shouting and yelling.
Thousands of years of grievance, thousands of years of forbearance, were all waiting for this moment.
They had finally waited for it.
The Chu clan could finally hold their heads high.
"Song Gudu, you're finally dead — — you're finally dead — —"
He gnashed his teeth and roared, "Song Gudu is dead, the people of the Song clan must also die — — all the people of the Song clan must die, not a single one of them will live — — I want to confiscate the Song clan's property — — I want to destroy the Song clan — — I want to execute their nine generations — —"
"Flying feather army — — Monitoring Division — — I want them to capture all the people of the Song clan — — don't let a single one of them go — —"
"Your Majesty — —" The black-robed old man bowed, his voice low. "This matter, there is no need for Your Majesty to say anything, there will naturally be someone to take care of it for Your Majesty — —"
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