At the moment the fireworks exploded, Song Di raised his head. He was not as composed as he appeared on the surface.

"Mr. Xu, they've made their move."

Xu Guang could hear the obvious tremor in his voice.

It was a loss of composure for something beyond his control.

From the commotion, it was clear this was not a planned assassination but a massive, bold slaughter!

They were fearless, and their target was Song Di's life.

The agreed time was midnight last night. If Tu Biao and his group hadn't shown up, with Tie Kuang and their warhorses, a night raid would have already brought them back to Qingshuo County.

But they hadn't returned up till now, being held up by someone...

Who could it be? His few good brothers?

Or was it that Tu Biao had found more help than he had imagined?

He quickly thought of the worst-case scenario, Lou Kun had betrayed them…

Xu Guang did not concern himself with Song Di's thoughts. His spiritual power was immense, and his absolute perception covered a range of one hundred meters. If not seeking precision, he could actually sense even farther.

He saw...

Someone picked up a butcher knife and kicked over a pregnant woman blocking the way.

Someone slashed down the head of an infant, face filled with ferocity.

Xu Guang remained expressionless, but his heart was not at peace.

He was not someone who liked to meddle in others' affairs, but he could not remain indifferent seeing the elderly, the weak, and the women die in front of him.

Embarking on the Martial Dao, one must be prepared to face death, especially in these chaotic times.

So when Tu Biao's people and the Iron Armor Sect fought, he did not interfere.

But he couldn't stand these people attacking common folk.

Thus, he took a step and stood on the rooftop.

He raised his bow and notched an arrow.

Anyone who attacked the common people amidst the chaos would face an arrow.

Even with a simple shot, given his strength, no one could survive under a single arrow.

At the right moment, the rioters on the periphery tumbled over, chaos seemed to hit a pause button in an instant.

Until the killing intent appeared again,

Song Di watched this scene with a difficult expression.

"Mr. Xu..."

Xu Guang landed, expressionless, "What Xu Mou promised, I will definitely accomplish."

Song Di spoke no more.

He was indeed worried that Xu Guang would leave him behind to save those civilians.

...

This ambush was planned by the Tujia Brothers for a long time, attacking the entire city with more than three hundred people simultaneously.

This was almost equivalent to an Iron Armor Sect.

In this clash filled with experts, Wu Fengqin was not considered strong, she was like a reed in torrential waters, fighting while retreating with the tide of people.

This battle taking place in Qingshuo County quickly spread throughout the city.

"It's those from the Ghost Horse Sect!"

"Does the Iron Armor Sect have a grudge with the Ghost Horse Sect?"

"Not sure, what should we do? Stay put or help the Iron Armor Sect?"

"Let's watch Master Xu's actions."

Several families closely related to Xu Guang almost simultaneously chose to observe Xu Guang's stance.

As for the other families, they mostly remained onlookers.

...

Not only did people in the city watch, but people outside the city watched too.

The leader was a woman.

Among the younger generation of the Shen Family, there were many women in the direct lineage, totaling thirty-six, but only two men.

Shen Suyao, besides the Great Duke, had the best martial arts talent. The Great Duke, being the family's precious treasure, was naturally not allowed to leave home, and the Shen Family's second son made efforts for the family's prosperity at home.

The one exposing herself to the outside was the young lady before them.

Her power in the Shen Family was unparalleled.

She was also the benefactor behind Tu Biao.

At least, the young masters of the Song Family envied the power this woman wielded.

Of course, Shen Suyao was not some dim-witted character, her innate cultivation at the age of twenty-three proving to the world that Shen Family women were not inferior to men.

"Miss, are we really going to wait here?"

An old man next to her asked softly.

He showed some hesitation on his face.

He knew what they were here to do this time, to kill the legitimate sons of the Song family, yet they were here waiting for the killers.

Once it spread, the already incompatible two families would inevitably spark conflict again.

The Shen Family and the Song Family were ancestral enemies; back when the Great Zhou Imperial Court had not collapsed, the noble sons from both families entered the court as officials where they were almost irreconcilable; in these chaotic times, their restraint had relaxed somewhat.

Shen Suyao glanced at the old man before her, her face softening a bit. She was still very respectful towards the innate elders of her family.

"Third Grandfather, this is a matter of attitude. Since I incited Tu Biao, then I need to take on some of the risk. If I hadn't come today, perhaps Tu Biao would not have shown up either.

Moreover, even if Tu Biao did kill someone, running to seek refuge with my Shen Family, but full of fear and distrust, betrayal would be just a matter of time."

"On the contrary, if I wait here today, outsiders as well as Tu Biao would be eternally grateful to my Shen Family, because I have taken on the consequences of killing the legitimate son of the Song Family for him."

"But..." The old man wanted to say something.

Shen Suyao interrupted him again, "If the Song family really wants to fight with my Shen family over this, that would be fine. It would also serve to tell the world that those who work for my Shen family need not worry about becoming abandonments."

Saying this, the corners of her mouth curved into an eerie smile.

It was a time of chaos; constrained by their environment, martial experts either submitted to others, but how many would truly fight with all their hearts?

She thought of Lou Kun under Song Di's command.

Though he had not yet betrayed, he had already been treated as an abandonment by several young masters of the Song Family.

Even though he was merely a straw bag innate.

A straw bag innate refers to one whose practice of innate technique and visualization image is unpaired. Such a person, in the eyes of noble families, is indeed the same as a straw bag.

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