The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 995: Killing God Descended

Killing God Descended . . .

A multitude of individuals who stood behind the middle-aged man nodded in agreement. They recognized that the outsiders might have gone to extremes in this situation, but the truth remained the truth. The outsiders hadn't initiated trouble on their own; they had responded to a mistake made by a member of the Song Clan.

Furthermore, the fact that Song Fei had bullied Song Xuan weighed on the hearts of these Song Clan members. Regardless of how lowly Song Xuan was regarded within the clan, he was still a member of the same bloodline. These clan members felt deeply troubled by the mistreatment.

If Song Clan initiated a conflict while disregarding the truth, it would be a source of immense regret and shame for these individuals.

Song Wuyang seethed with anger. He retorted, "How have I distorted the truth? Didn't they kill our men? Didn't they publicly insult Fei-er? The truth is plain for all to see! Third Elder, when did we become so weak? Do you believe we should accept such an affront to our clan?"

Witnessing his son being slapped and humiliated, Song Wuyang's emotions reached a boiling point. He was consumed by the desire to rescue his beloved son and disregarded everything else, unconcerned about who was right and who was wrong.

At that moment, Cjha Eun Xiao's face contorted into an eerie smile, and he nonchalantly remarked, "I understand now. In your eyes, Clan Chief Song, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong. You insist that we must release your son, correct?"

Song Wuyang snapped, "Indeed! You must not only release my son, but you must also atone for the harm inflicted upon him! The people of the Song Clan are not to be trifled with!"

Cha Eun Xiao's smile became even more peculiar as he inquired, "Chief Song, I believe I now grasp your perspective. You are willing to defend your son regardless of the injustice he has committed. You condone his actions? Are you prepared to stake your life in protecting your clan's honor, as you so fervently believe?"

"People will ultimately make their judgment about what is just!" Song Wuyang's expression remained unchanged. "You are tarnishing the reputation of the Song Clan in public. You must provide an explanation!"

Cha Eun Xiao nodded and responded, "I see your perspective now. I'm at a loss for words."

He then continued, "Do the others share your viewpoint? Are they in agreement with you, Chief?"

"I will not!" On the opposing side, an elderly man shouted indignantly, his face turning red. "It is evident that our member has erred in this matter! The principles of justice are engraved in our hearts! We cannot condone wrongdoing or distort the truth! Someone is twisting the facts, despite the glaring truth before us. I am ashamed to share a clan with him!"

As he spoke, members of the Song Clan clearly divided into two opposing factions with contrasting opinions.

Cha Eun Xiao observed this and nodded. He turned to Han Bingxue with a smile and said, "They have made their choice. Proceed with what needs to be done."

Han Bingxue let out a hearty laugh and spoke in a deep voice, "I have traversed the world, and now I am taking action for the sake of the innocent. It is a pity, though, that the opponent is too inept!"

Xuan Bing's eyes radiated coldness. Her visage remained stern, and she remained silent, yet she exuded an intense murderous aura.

Han Bingxue unsheathed a white long sword with a black hilt – Clang! –

It was none other than the renowned Mountain Ice Sword.

The sword's aura surged into the sky, filling the surroundings with an icy chill. This unmistakable coldness served as an unequivocal identifier of the individual wielding it. Many women exhibited a similar aura, but in the annals of history, only one man had possessed such frigid energy.

"Han Bingxue!"

"He is Han Bingxue!"

"Frost Sword Han Bingxue has returned?"

The people of the Song Clan were filled with terror, as if their very souls had been spirited away.

They currently resided within Oracle District, and while they weren't entirely cut off from the outside world, they possessed some knowledge of the prominent figures in the martial realm. Understanding the names of these powerful cultivators was a fundamental lesson, especially for those dwelling in Oracle District. Here, even cultivators at the first or second level of the Dao Origin Stage were regarded as formidable individuals. Han Bingxue, a renowned cultivator at the ninth level of the Dao Origin Stage, was practically a legendary figure. Not knowing Han Bingxue's name was akin to cultural ignorance.

Attempting to provoke a superlative powerhouse like Han Bingxue was akin to signing one's clan's death warrant.

Yet, the inexplicable events that were unfolding left Song Wuyang flabbergasted. As he stared at Han Bingxue, disbelief welled within him. The idea that his son had antagonized such a formidable figure seemed inconceivable.

For Han Bingxue, the Frost Sword, a martial artist who had been absent from the martial world for a considerable period, to behave like a subordinate and lackey was astounding. It led some to suspect that this was an imposter impersonating Han Bingxue.

Song Wuyang earnestly wished that this was a masquerader posing as Han Bingxue, despite the improbability of it. He desperately clung to this hope. If the individual was not the genuine Frost Sword, then there was still hope for Song Clan. They could potentially apprehend the imposter and, perhaps, even befriend the real Han Bingxue.

Regrettably, the piercing coldness radiating from Han Bingxue extinguished Song Wuyang's last flicker of hope. It was a cold aura so absolute and chilling that it dispelled any notion of deception. Song Wuyang and the others couldn't help but surrender to the irrefutable truth.

As the pervasive icy aura enveloped them, they felt as though they were exposed in a frigid expanse. Their bodies were invaded by the biting cold, their faces growing pallid in the frigid air.

This numbing effect afflicted individuals of all cultivation levels. Even the three most potent elders of Song Clan, all at the first level of the Dao Origin Stage, endured no less distress than the rest. They trembled with ashen faces, their hair and eyebrows adorned with frost.

The prospect of Han Bingxue being an imposter was eradicated by the overwhelming power and unmistakable sensation of his presence. This was a might that only Han Bingxue himself could emanate, and it confirmed his true identity.

The legendary and superlative cultivator had made an unprecedented appearance in their district.

In truth, even if Han Bingxue weren't the genuine article, Song Clan should have hesitated to antagonize such an individual. He was evidently powerful enough to obliterate them. His strength left no room for doubt, regardless of his true identity.

Song Wuyang was quaking, and as he witnessed Han Bingxue raising his long sword in preparation to bisect his son, he cried out in desperation, striving to summon the last vestiges of courage within him.

Han Bingxue's sword hovered in the air, and he turned his gaze toward Song Wuyang. His response was cold and direct: "Why are you screaming? I'm merely eliminating a piece of excrement from the world – a righteous deed! Close your mouth and allow me to conclude this matter. Should you dare to interrupt again, I won't hesitate to add a few more casualties. Do you wish for more lives to be lost alongside your son? If so, speak your mind!"ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ (f)ir(e).nᴇt