Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1833 - 1717: Confronted at the Door

As for the Tang Family, Song Yun wasn’t particularly interested. As long as they didn’t bother him, he wasn’t inclined to kill them. After all, Song Yun prided himself on not being a murderous Demon King.

But if they dared to disturb him, touch his reverse scale, it didn’t matter who they were, Song Yun would take them down.

Moreover, the most important thing right now wasn’t to deal with the Tang Family but to find his aunt Song Qingyan and Azure Dragon. These two had been missing for two months, and the Song Family had utilized its global network but still hadn’t found them. It’s unclear if they were alive or dead.

The only good news was, after challenging the masters, the Little Sword God visited Song Yun.

Song Yun directly hosted the Little Sword God at the Shura Alliance Branch in Yanjing, treating him well.

On this day, Song Yun was dining with Li Shishi and Zhao Yan at the Shura Alliance Branch when someone suddenly released news that Azure Dragon and Song Qingyan had been sighted. Song Yun put aside the meal, took Zhao Yan to gather intelligence, leaving Li Shishi and the Little Sword God at the branch.

Just as Song Yun left, a car stopped at the branch entrance.

In the front passenger seat sat Tang Jia, and in the driver’s seat was Tang Shisan.

A young man sat in the back seat, dressed in a proper suit, with a stern face and indifferent gaze, as if nothing could stir his heart.

This was the Tang Family’s most formidable figure, known to them as the prodigious genius, Tang Xiaoyun.

Tang Xiaoyun was extremely proud and arrogant.

And traveling with his master had shown him many powerful figures, now he looked down on everyone.

Returning to the Tang Family, he found out that someone had injured his brother Tang Jia and Fourth Uncle Tang Chuan, and he felt displeased.

He didn’t consider that the cause of the trouble was his Tang Family’s arrogance, bullying others.

At this moment, he sat in the car, eyes slightly closed, and asked Tang Jia in the passenger seat, "Brother, is the one who hurt you and Fourth Uncle in here?"

Tang Jia frowned slightly, feeling depressed.

Originally, he wanted to use Song Yun to kill his brother Tang Xiaoyun, but he didn’t expect his brother’s astonishing talent, now surpassing even their grandfather Tang Yue.

Now that the Tang Family confidently let Tang Xiaoyun come alone, it proved their trust in him.

Tang Xiaoyun, seeing Tang Jia unresponsive, asked again, "Brother, is Song Yun inside?"

Tang Jia came to his senses and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Song Yun is inside."

"Good, then I’ll kill him."

Tang Xiaoyun nodded, opened the car door, got out, and paused at the branch entrance, then drew a Soft Sword from his waist.

The sword was hidden in his belt, specially made to be the sword’s sheath.

Then he led two men up all the way to the top floor, directly pushing open the general manager’s office door.

Inside were only two people, Li Shishi and the Little Sword God.

The Little Sword God was wiping his sword, Li Shishi was playing on her phone.

Hearing the door open, they both stopped their actions and looked toward the door.

Tang Xiaoyun stood at the door, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the Little Sword God and Li Shishi, instinct telling him, the man practicing sword wasn’t Song Yun.

"Where’s Song Yun?"

He asked arrogantly, as if interrogating his slaves.

"Ah! Tang Jia!"

Li Shishi’s heart skipped a beat, Song Yun had previously told her and her sisters about the Tang Family’s matters, and even sent them Tang Jia’s photo saying not to get involved when seeing him, the guy was too sinister. Li Shishi wanted to step forward, but the Little Sword God signaled her to step back, then stood out and said to Tang Xiaoyun, "What’s your business with Song Yun?"

The other carried a sword and broke in, the Little Sword God didn’t think he was here to have a drink with Song Yun.

Tang Xiaoyun said, "I’m here to kill him."

The Little Sword God’s eyes sharpened, "Who are you?"

"You’re not worthy to know."

Tang Xiaoyun coldly said, pointing the Soft Sword at the Little Sword God, his gaze full of provocation and disdain, then looked at the Little Sword God’s long sword.

"Your tone is quite big, since that’s the case, let’s have a duel."

The Little Sword God showed excitement; the opponent used a sword, was a swordsman, he liked fighting swordsmen.

He moved, attacking Tang Xiaoyun, a single sword piercing the void, directly aiming at Tang Xiaoyun’s brow.

But, unexpectedly, Tang Xiaoyun was extremely fast, the Soft Sword clanged against his long sword, not only blocking his sword, but twisting around, the tip pointing at his wrist.

Everything happened too quickly, the Little Sword God could only release the long sword to avoid the attack.

However, for the Little Sword God, the sword leaving the hand was against the swordman’s rule.

Thud.

The Little Sword God’s wrist was pierced, blood splattered, the wound deep enough to see the bone.

"Foolish!"

Tang Xiaoyun snorted coldly, kicking the Little Sword God.

The Little Sword God tried to dodge, but was too slow, getting kicked flying, crashing into a flower stand inside the room, smashing it.

Splutter.

A mouthful of blood came out, the Little Sword God looked at Tang Xiaoyun with shock.

Except when facing Song Yun, he’d never felt such powerlessness, the opponent’s combat power far exceeded his, they weren’t on the same level.

"You’re close to Inner Strength, can be considered a master. But to me, you’re just an ant, I can crush you with one foot!"

Tang Xiaoyun disdainfully looked at the Little Sword God, arrogantly said, "Tell me, where’s Song Yun?"

The Little Sword God didn’t answer, his gaze cold, enduring the intense pain coming from his internal organs, raising his sword towards Tang Xiaoyun, "Come, continue."

"A worthless bug dares to challenge me!"

Tang Xiaoyun showed anger, holding the Soft Sword, approaching the Little Sword God.

His aura was expanding, murderous intent surging, putting immense pressure on the Little Sword God.

However, the Little Sword God didn’t back down.

At this moment, he had only one thought in mind, fight!

Even if he knew he wasn’t the opponent, he had to keep fighting, it was the swordsman’s rule!

"Ah!"

The Little Sword God roared, swinging his long sword, attacking Tang Xiaoyun.

But due to his injuries, his speed and power were diminished, his attack was weak.

Swish, swish, swish.

Tang Xiaoyun struck three times, the Soft Sword bending intricately, making it impossible for the Little Sword God to defend, stabbing into his left shoulder, right chest, and right leg.

Tang Xiaoyun was toying with the Little Sword God, he didn’t use full strength, each strike only piercing the Little Sword God’s skin, blood flowed freely, but didn’t penetrate the bone.

"Tell me, where’s Song Yun?"

Tang Xiaoyun sheathed his sword, speaking in a condescending tone.

"Come, continue!"

The Little Sword God was staggering but gripped his sword tightly, his gaze full of resolve.

"Courting death!"

Tang Xiaoyun roared, pointing his sword at the Little Sword God, shouting, "I order you to drop your sword, or I’ll make your life worse than death!"

"I’m a swordsman, the sword is my honor! A sword never leaves my hand, it’s my rule!"

The Little Sword God licked the blood on his lips, showing no fear towards Tang Xiaoyun’s threats.

Tang Xiaoyun felt his authority was challenged, a weakling dared to provoke his prestige, dared to speak of honor, rules.

Weaklings were not qualified to speak of these!

He coldly shouted, "Rules! Hmph, then I’ll break your rules!"

For the first time, Tang Xiaoyun took the initiative to attack.

This time, he unleashed real power, and the Little Sword God’s eyes were filled with disbelief because he couldn’t see Tang Xiaoyun’s sword movements clearly.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

The Soft Sword fell like rain, dense and overwhelming, sword lights shining.

The Little Sword God’s body was covered in countless wounds, his flesh flipping open, blood flowing, completely drenched in red.

"I order you, drop your sword!"

Tang Xiaoyun yelled while attacking.

"You’ll never make me drop my sword, unless I’m dead!"

The Little Sword God’s attitude was firm, he stood there with difficulty, a grin at the corner of his mouth, taunting Tang Xiaoyun, "Ha ha, losing composure, aren’t you, you bastard."

"Rules! Honor! Today I’ll destroy everything of yours!"

Tang Xiaoyun gritted his teeth in anger, the Soft Sword flashed coldly, slashing towards the Little Sword God’s arm.