The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

In that critical moment, Song Feng felt a jolt in his heart, and a familiar feeling surged up.

"Again?"

Song Feng's eyes began to turn crimson, the three-colored symbol on his forehead reappeared, and black mist began to rise around his body.

"The Way Ends."

A hoarse voice announced the end, and all the clones cheered.

"Here it comes! The old thief is here again!"

"Ah... if that's how you put it, I think I know how to make that old thief show himself."

"I have a bold idea."

"Stop! There are three principles for creating clones. First, never harm the original body!"

At this very moment, the dozens of red needles that Liu Hongmei fired were about to pierce all the clones.

Song Feng's figure moved with lightning speed, suddenly leaping out.

Instead of blocking the red needle, he suddenly reached out in mid-air and grabbed a red thread.

Then, with even faster hand movements, he wrapped this red thread together with several other red threads.

The red needles that were about to pierce the split body were pulled apart by this knot, unable to advance any further, and fell down one after another.

Liu Hongmei frowned.

Only she knew what Song Feng had just done.

He saw through his own martial arts at a glance and found its weaknesses.

With a casual move, he broke his own technique.

It's not just about speed; it's also about a terrifying insight.

Song Feng began to spew flames from his feet, gradually lifting him into the air until he reached the same height as Liu Hongmei.

The provocative smile on Liu Hongmei's face finally disappeared.

She stared at Song Feng, who was gradually flying up, and said.

"As expected, you regain some of your former strength when you encounter danger, but even if I borrow the power of your clones using the Knot Path, it's still nothing. You have too few clones."

As Liu Hongmei spoke, the silk threads beneath her feet pulsed, and she retreated rapidly on the red threads while simultaneously controlling Huo Zi Ge to launch an attack on Song Feng.

Huo Zi Ge conjured a huge fireball and threw it with a punch.

Song Feng simply tilted his head slightly to avoid it.

He evaded the enemy's attacks with minimal movements, giving the impression of masterful martial arts.

Seeing this, Liu Hongmei controlled Huozi Ge to attack again.

More fireballs flew out, launching a saturation attack on Song Feng.

With a wave of his hand, Song Feng unleashed several identical fireballs from his five fingers, effortlessly thwarting Huo Zi Ge's attack.

During the collision of fireballs, some scattered sparks flew out, precisely burning through the red needle threads stuck in Huozi's body.

Huo Zi Ge thus escaped control.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

Looking up, he saw Song Feng, exuding an evil aura, lying in the unfinished building, approaching Liu Hongmei step by step.

"Good heavens, the old thief and the new one have changed again?"

Song Feng was just as menacing as before.

The three hundred gang members in the unfinished building were so frightened by Song Feng's murderous aura that they dared not stay under the same roof as him and scattered in a swarm.

The group had just escaped downstairs when they were caught red-handed by both unofficial and official bandits, and all of them were tied up. They were going to go through some formal procedures later.

Inside the unfinished building, Liu Hongmei's confidence began to crumble as she faced Song Feng's relentless approach.

"Even if your Dao of Limits gathers the power of dozens of clones, it's no match for my sixth-tier Overlord realm. My Red Thread Needle Technique is enough to take your life!"

Song Feng remained silent, only slightly raising his chin with a cold smile on his lips.

Liu Hongmei was very familiar with this expression; it was exactly how she looked when she was upstairs looking down at Song Feng.

"you……"

The battle inside the unfinished building was not clearly visible to those below.

All that is known is that not long after Song Feng, shrouded in black mist, went inside, loud noises began to echo from inside the building.

The unfinished building's structure has been damaged and it is beginning to crumble.

With a loud bang and a cloud of dust, the building collapsed.

Song Feng, his body ablaze with flames, rose from the ruins.

He was holding Liu Hongmei's head in his hand. Her face was covered with needles she had used herself, her eyes wide open, unable to close in death.

The members of each gang were stunned.

"Wasn't this assassin who impersonated the Wolf Howling Gang leader supposed to be a Conqueror Realm expert? He's dead just like that?"

"Could Song Feng really be the Song Gua?!"

"Song Guazhen is really back? No, then I'm willing to follow the founding father! Even if we round it up, I'm still a founding hero, right?"

"I'm not just willing, I suddenly feel unworthy to be the ancestor's little brother."

Only the clones know what just happened.

Song Feng couldn't actually rely on Liu Hongmei's help.

Even in his red-eyed state, Song Feng's Dao technique, which allows him to forcibly borrow the power of others, cannot be applied to those whose cultivation level is far higher than his own.

The reason he was able to kill this assassin at the Overlord Realm was because he actually borrowed the power of all the gang members present.

Indeed, they were all below the fourth level of the Acquired Spiritual Martial Realm.

However, when more than three thousand people are combined, their actual level of cultivation is approaching that of a hegemon.

With Song Feng's super self-healing ability, and the borrowed abilities of Huo Zi Ge and Si Tiao, Liu Hongmei's limited martial arts skills were bound to lead to her defeat.

The clones swarmed forward and surrounded Song Feng, who was in a red-eyed state.

"You old scoundrel! Is that you?!"

"Say something, you old scoundrel! Stop showing off!"

"Tell us quickly, what exactly is your condition? How can we completely revive you?"

"Say something, you son of a bitch! Do you want me to curse you out?!"

As if unable to bear the warm greetings from his clones, the red-eyed Song Feng actually spoke.

However, he only managed to utter two words before he seemed to have used up all his consciousness and immediately fainted.

"Stone statues".

The clones held the unconscious Song Feng and took him away from the area temporarily.

"It spoke! I heard it clearly, it was the stone statue!"

"It seems we were right; the old thief's consciousness resides within his divided stone statue!"

"Song Feng obtained a small portion, which is why the old thief's consciousness can appear from time to time like this."

"If we find all the statues, the old thief can be completely resurrected! Is that what you mean?"

"Will the consciousness of the old and new thieves still exist at that time?"

"This... I think both the old and new thieves are good people. Is this fair to him?"

"Let's discuss this with both the old and new thieves!"

Song Feng woke up again.

It was still on the rocks by the sea.

In this area, there are no modern urban technological creations to be seen, and the clones feel that they will not be noticed if they stay here.

"It looks like the same situation as that night."

The clones surrounded him, but hesitated to speak when they saw Song Feng wake up.

Song Feng felt that the clones were strange.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Um...uh..."

The clones found it difficult to speak out.

Song Feng smiled.

"Have you forgotten? I can read memories."

"Hey, no..."

It was too late for Huozi to stop it.

Song Feng had already learned about what his clones had discussed last night by reading their memories.

"Do you want to use my body to resurrect Emperor Song?"

The clones remained silent.

Song Feng smiled.

"Great, I agree."