Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1894 - 1759: Scheming

Bang boom.

A powerful energy wave surged, creating layer upon layer of air currents. Qingyang exploded entirely, spreading impact in all directions.

Like a bomb blast, the trees in the garden were blown apart, creating a deep crater on the ground.

Realizing he couldn’t escape, Qingyang decided to die together with Song Yun.

At the moment of the explosion, Song Yun was blown backward, hitting a tree and coming to a halt.

Poof

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, indicating Song Yun was seriously injured.

He could feel that the mysterious force within him had offset most of the power.

But the power of a mid SS-level self-destruction was too strong, and the force wasn’t fully counteracted, causing him to be injured.

"It seems that the power inside me isn’t invincible. If faced with an attack too strong, it’ll still injure me."

Song Yun pondered silently, stood up, and walked towards the location of Qingyang’s self-destruction.

Qingyang had disappeared completely, the self-destruction utterly obliterating him, including his clothes and personal items, turning them to dust.

The Throat Sealing Sword that had pierced Qingyang fell to the ground, and Song Yun reached out to pick it up.

Suddenly, next to the Throat Sealing Sword, he noticed a black token partly buried in the soil.

He picked up the token and cleaned it off; it was jet-black as ink, crafted from black jade.

What surprised Song Yun was that the surface of the black jade had the word "God" inscribed on it.

Song Yun’s eyes lit up with intrigue.

He didn’t have time to think deeply about it as people from the hall rushed out, alarmed by the explosion outside.

They hadn’t arrived quickly enough to know what happened.

"Song Yun, what happened to you?"

"Gosh, why are you covered in blood?"

"Where’s Qingyang?"

Little Sword God, Qiu Chumeng, and others surrounded him, looking at Song Yun’s blood-soaked appearance with concern.

Luo Badao, Sanjian, and Great Sacrificial Priest, among other elders, did not ask but awaited Song Yun’s response.

Only then did Song Yun notice the blood splattered all over him.

He told everyone: "I’m fine. Qingyang knew he couldn’t escape; he self-destructed his Dantian."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

To think a dignified mid SS-level master was forced into self-destructing his Dantian; only Song Yun could have managed this.

Reflecting on today’s events was truly terrifying.

Song Yun, all by himself, had killed nine SS-level experts.

Keep in mind, besides Shaolin and Wudang, many other clans wouldn’t have as many SS-level experts.

Luo Badao felt a surge of relief; fortunately, Song Yun wasn’t evil, or the Golden Dragon Palace would struggle to maintain order.

Of course, the Golden Dragon Palace had a formidable Hall Master, but he wasn’t present.

Meanwhile, commotion arose from the perimeter, as people from the poker faction attempted to flee.

"Arrest them all."

At Luo Badao’s command, the Golden Dragon Palace’s S-level experts sprang into action.

Soon, many vehicles entered the estate, with dozens of helicopters swirling overhead; the entire estate was under surveillance, capturing all attempting escape.

With several SS-level members from the poker faction missing, the remaining weren’t a match for the Golden Dragon Palace.

Moreover, the power of the establishment was in the hands of the Golden Dragon Palace.

Soon, the poker faction was completely subdued.

At that moment, the authorities entered the estate, and a thousand soldiers armed with weapons surrounded all attendees.

If so many weapons were fired simultaneously, besides several SS-level individuals capable of evading, others would be thoroughly riddled.

Those who had sided with the Blood Flow Path were dumbfounded, facing the dense array of gun barrels.

If the Golden Dragon Palace were to settle scores, they’d be powerless to resist; these small families and clans lacked SS-level guardians.

Some didn’t even have any S-level ones.

Even the S-levels stood no chance against the Golden Dragon Palace’s sheer force.

At this nerve-wracking moment, Luo Badao loudly declared: "Previously, I understand that everyone wasn’t aware the Blood Flow Path was antagonistic toward justice, and thus made certain mistakes. These will be forgiven today. In the future, when acting, weigh the righteousness versus wrong carefully, or the Golden Dragon Palace won’t show any more leniency."

Upon hearing this, many sighed in relief.

As long as there’s no blame, all can be discussed.

"Lord Luo Badao, the stability we now enjoy is thanks to the Golden Dragon Palace."

"Blood Flow Path is reprehensible, deceiving us; our Zhou Family has unwavering support for the Golden Dragon Palace."

"Hmph, if Song Yun hadn’t acted, I’d have certainly attacked Qingyang myself."

Listening to these, those already opposed to Blood Flow Path sneered with contempt at these individuals.

Song Yun glanced around, focusing on Zhou Shangtian and Zhu Ji.

He overheard their clamorous declarations, pledging loyalty to eradicating Blood Flow Path completely for the Golden Dragon Palace.

Observing their antics, Song Yun couldn’t help but find it amusing.

He said to Luo Badao: "Uncle, the Zhou Family where Zhou Shangtian belongs and the Zhu Family where Zhu Ji is from, both have close ties with Blood Flow Path. I suspect there might be more to it."

Luo Badao understood Song Yun’s implication, raising an eyebrow: "Forget feelings, Wang Dun, you two take action; bring Zhou Shangtian and Zhu Ji in. I suspect they might harbor secrets. Take them away for interrogation."

"Injustice, Lord Luo, we are dedicated to the Golden Dragon Palace."

"Lord Luo, it wasn’t my doing; it was Zhou Shangtian who persuaded me to side with Blood Flow Path."

Zhou Shangtian and Zhu Ji cried out incessantly.