"Understood, Father!"
The eldest son's face turned crimson, and his pores were enlarged to twice their original size. He unsheathed his saber and held it upside down in his hand. Looking around at the warriors of sacrifice behind him, he bellowed, "Everyone, it's time to take a different path now that the situation has turned so bad. Let's do it!"
"Wait—"
A death warrior, who was lurking in the deepest part of the shadow and wearing a bright green combat suit with fish scales, whose skin was as smooth as jade and whose age could not be distinguished, but whose aura was extremely strong, pushed everyone away and walked out. Staring at Song Bugui, he asked impolitely, "Fellow Cultivator Song, let me ask you one last time on behalf of everyone—have you really won over Elder Song Chenglong and Elder Song Feibao?"