Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 207 - 206: One Slice

Chapter 207: Chapter 206: One Slice

"Song Manjiang’s words were light and breezy, standing three meters away from Lin Hao, he completely ignored Song Guolong and looked down upon Lin Hao with condescension."

"Old man, are you begging me?" Lin Hao turned his head, asking with a playful interest.

"Beg?" Song Manjiang sneered, "Haha, you are indeed very strong; at such a young age, you have become a Grandmaster."

"But, my Song Family’s domination over Jiangbei doesn’t rely on the likes of Grandmasters," Song Manjiang arrogantly proclaimed,

"I’m not begging you, and this is not even a negotiation, I’m issuing you an order. Do you understand what an order is?"

"Ordering me? You are quite brave." Lin Hao suddenly laughed, a charming and profoundly meaningful smile.

In his previous life, Song Manjiang had some disputes with him.

The first time Lin Hao encountered Song Manjiang, he wasn’t this powerful.

It was simply because he offended a junior from the Song Family, and he even let that person go.

But what about Song Manjiang?

Upon finding out, he personally sent people to capture Lin Hao.

And subjected Lin Hao to extreme torture!

For three days and three nights!

Torment that was more hellish than Hell itself!

And in the end, Song Manjiang nearly took his life with Cold Blade!

Had it not been for his unique physique, which allowed his strength to leap and ascend amidst the brutal torture.

If not for Huai Shian crossing thousands of miles, leading the entire Mingyang Sect at the risk of sect annihilation for his rescue.

He would have certainly died,

And died without a place to bury his body!

Later he learned, the junior from the Song Family that he had offended, in fact, did not have a high status in the family.

Thus, Lin Hao knew Song Manjiang was overly protective.

Knew that Song Manjiang would definitely show up today.

Today, he was not solely there to deal with Cold Blade’s matter.

But also to settle the grudges of his previous life.

The tortures endured in his past life, even now when he recalls them, Lin Hao can’t help but feel an unquenchable rage.

And in this life, at this moment, this old man, still dares to order him around?

"Kid, I appreciate your demeanor, still able to laugh at a time like this, it seems you have some strong backing," Song Manjiang was complacent, not at all panicked, "But do you know that in Jiangbei, it is I, Song Manjiang, who calls the shots?"

"I know, your Song Family, is very powerful," Lin Hao honestly replied; just the force present was invincible in Jiangbei, not to mention there was an old ancestor in the Song Family.

This is why the Song Family could dominate Jiangbei, why Song Guolong held such a low status yet still ranked above others.

The Song Family’s rise to its position today indeed merits praise.

"It seems you are not entirely foolish," satisfied with Lin Hao’s response, Song Manjiang nodded approvingly.

This time, he felt he had caused a fuss over nothing.

Originally, he thought that someone who dared capture Song Wuji must surely be a significant figure or force.

However, unexpectedly, it turned out to be just a child.

From the moment he entered the hall and saw Lin Hao, he had determined Lin Hao wouldn’t dare to kill.

That’s why he lacked even the desire to take action.

As for why Song Yidao was injured, and why the scene was so chaotic, he couldn’t be bothered to ask.

"Since you’re aware of the power of my Song Family, yet you still dared to lay hands on Wuji, haha, let me return your words to you; young man, you are very courageous," a trace of killing intent flashed deep in Song Manjiang’s eyes, but on the surface, he remained calm.

"If you’re not releasing him now, what are you waiting for?"

"Releasing him is out of the question, not in this lifetime. I am prepared to send Song Wuji to Hell, where people speak pleasantly, and everyone is talented; he will be very pleased there," Lin Hao said, sitting in a chair, carefreely crossing one leg over the other.

"You mean to say, you want to kill him?" Killing intent appeared instantly in Song Manjiang’s eyes, "If you kill him today, you too will die. Do you dare?"

His words had just fallen.

At that instant.

Lin Hao showed Song Manjiang with action whether he dared or not.

A Dagger appeared.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced Song Wuji’s chest.

Smoothly, without any resistance, as if slicing through tofu.

Song Wuji’s body trembled, staring at Lin Hao in disbelief.

Then.

He trembled as he fell to the ground, like a struggling dead fish, soon lying motionless.

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Blood surged wildly within, staining the ground red.

The stench of blood filled every corner of the room.

"In this lifetime, what I hate the most is others commanding me, threatening me," Lin Hao remained seated in his chair, "Congratulations, you’ve successfully driven me to kill."

"Kill him for me, tear him to pieces, chop him into bits!" In an instant, Song Manjiang flew into a rage; he never imagined that Lin Hao would truly kill Song Wuji.

And to do it so swiftly, without any forewarning!

Song Wuji, his own grandson, his most favored grandson, just died right in front of him!

Song Manjiang was furious, his words fell like thunder, and the bodyguards around him all charged forward.

Fifteen people!

Plus Song Wuji’s bodyguards, more than thirty people rushed up together.

The weakest among them were ordinary people, the strongest were Grandmasters.

He’s going to die, this kid is going to die.

Outside the hall, whether it was the bodyguards, Nangong Lin, or the other three who remained behind, everyone believed Lin Hao was doomed.

Over thirty people, among them, three were Grandmasters.

With such a lineup, how could they fail to kill a young kid?

Nangong Wan’er clenched the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Has he lost his mind with fear?

Why isn’t he running?

Lin Hao sat unmoving, staring at the thirty-odd people charging at him, without the slightest flinch.

Nangong Lin sighed inwardly; no wonder, facing so many people, who wouldn’t be petrified with fear? Especially with Song Manjiang of the Song Family and the four elite fighters by his side yet to make a move.

Under such pressure, who could remain calm and composed?

In their eyes, Lin Hao had been scared silly, preparing to just sit there and await death.

Song Guolong’s continuous stream of cold sweat, standing behind Lin Hao, if not for the support of the table, he would have collapsed long ago.

They’re close!

More than thirty people, with the one at the forefront already upon Lin Hao, swung his knife down.

"Puchi!"

Just as the man’s knife approached Lin Hao, a sudden sound was heard.

In the next instant, everyone saw that man collapse rigidly.

His chopping knife was now in Lin Hao’s hands, the blade dripped with fresh blood.

This was just the first one.

A sanguinary glint appeared in Lin Hao’s eyes: "It’s been a long time since I’ve killed so many people."

As soon as his voice fell.

The second one rushed up close.

A single stroke.

The second one fell.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

A shocking scene unfolded.

Anyone who rushed up, Lin Hao expressionless, would be met with a knife, like slaughtering pigs.

Ordinary people.

One stroke!

Martial Artists.

One stroke!

Grandmasters.

One stroke!

No matter who, as long as they charged at him, as long as they approached Lin Hao.

All of them would die!

One came forward, one fell.

In less than a minute, ten people had fallen at Lin Hao’s feet, beside him!

Among them, two were Grandmasters, three were Martial Artists!

Lin Hao’s clothes, his hands, were covered in bright red blood, the stench of blood was detectable even from a distance.

The remaining people surrounded Lin Hao and Song Guolong in the center.

But not a single one dared to advance, trembling with apprehension.

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