At the last moment, seeing that Xu Yang truly didn't care if he lived or died, he decided he didn't want to die alongside Song Wenxuan and the other two. He let out a shout and backed away.
His face was flushed with shame, and he didn't dare look at Song Wenxuan. He told himself, 'I'm not afraid of death. I have to survive to report what happened here to the Song Family and my uncle, Liu Qingyuan.'
Song Wenxuan's face was a mask of disbelief. 'Weren't we supposed to be family? This bastard is finally showing his true colors.'
"Liu Xunjiang, you bastard!" he couldn't help but roar.
"Trying to back out now? Too late!"
Li Haoran's icy voice rang out, followed by a slash of crimson Sword Qi.
The crimson Sword Qi flashed like a bolt of lightning. Empowered by the Half-Spirit Weapon, it crashed down with the force of a thunderclap, seemingly unstoppable.
