Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Do you have any... opinions?"

At the bottom of the pit, Su Changhe was like a lump of mud, his bones all broken, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

He could only let out a few weak "hoarse" sounds from his throat, and his eyes, which were once full of ambition and madness, were now filled with endless fear and pleading.

He doesn't want to die!

He is the patriarch of the Dark River Clan, a figure standing at the pinnacle of the martial arts world. How can he be trampled underfoot like a dead dog?

But reality is cruel. In the face of absolute power, all ambition and scheming seem so ridiculous.

Su Changqing ignored the now-dead patriarch and slowly turned around, turning his gaze to the old man Tang, who was still hanging on the wall like a hedgehog.

At this moment, Old Master Tang no longer possessed the arrogant and domineering air he had before.

He witnessed firsthand the entire process of Su Changhe being trampled to death, and the shock and fear he felt were like a cold dagger piercing his heart.

Finished!

It's completely over!

The Tang Clan is finished, and so is the Dark River!

He schemed and plotted, colluded with foreign enemies, and even risked the fate of the entire Tang Clan, all for that elusive pursuit of immortality and hegemony.

But the result?

In the face of absolute power, all of this is nothing but a mirage!

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su..."

Old Master Tang's voice trembled, and a fawning smile, more ugly than a cry, was squeezed out of his wrinkled old face.

"Spare me...spare me!"

"I...I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"My Tang Clan is willing to surrender! Willing to submit! As long as you spare me, the entire Tang Clan will follow your lead from now on! Whether it's money, beautiful women, or secret techniques, just ask for it, and my Tang Clan will offer it all with open arms!"

To survive, and for that damned obsession with immortality, this once-powerful patriarch of the Tang Clan abandoned all dignity without hesitation, wagging his tail and begging for mercy like an old dog.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Lei Qianhu, Lei Wujie, and all the other heroes of the martial arts world present felt disgusted and dismayed at the sight.

Is this what they call a seasoned veteran in the martial arts world?

Is this what they call a prestigious and upright sect?

How utterly pathetic they are in the face of life and death!

Lei Qianhu clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with rage. This old bastard had almost caused the annihilation of the Lei Family Fortress! He desperately wanted to rush up and smash that old man's head in with one punch!

But he didn't move.

All eyes were on Su Changqing, awaiting the judgment of this "true god".

Will you accept surrender?

After all, the Tang Clan is a behemoth in the martial arts world. If they could be subdued, they would be a force to be reckoned with. Any ambitious and ruthless leader would likely be tempted.

however.

Su Changqing's face remained completely expressionless.

He simply looked at Old Master Tang calmly, as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

"Submission?"

Su Changqing said calmly, "Do you think I'd need a few dogs who only stab me in the back?"

"No...not a dog! An ally! The most loyal ally!" Old Master Tang pleaded urgently. "Mr. Su, believe me! I am absolutely loyal to you! As long as you..."

"Shut up."

Su Changqing interrupted him, his tone tinged with disgust.

He slowly raised his hand, extending a slender finger and aiming it at Old Master Tang's forehead.

"I may be lazy, but I still have my limits."

Su Changqing's voice was soft, yet it carried clearly throughout the room: "My bottom line is very simple, and that is—family."

"You shouldn't have laid a hand on my daughter."

"A person who can even kill a three-year-old child is worse than an animal. What right does he have to live in this world?"

"so……"

As Su Changqing spoke, he reached out his other hand and gently covered the eyes of the little Nuomi in his arms.

"Honey, don't look, it's dirty."

"In your next life, be a good person. Oh wait, someone like you probably won't have a next life."

The words fell.

A red light flickered at the fingertip.

"puff!"

A soft sound.

A red finger gust instantly traversed a distance of dozens of feet, piercing through Old Master Tang's brow with unparalleled precision!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any scene of blood and gore.

A small, finger-sized hole appeared on Old Master Tang's forehead.

The expression on Old Master Tang's face froze instantly, and his eyes, which were filled with fear and a will to survive, gradually lost their luster.

Life cut off!

A powerful and ruthless figure, the patriarch of the Tang Clan, was killed with a single finger strike, nailed to the wall, his sinful life ending like a joke.

"Dead..."

"Old Master Tang...is dead?!"

Everyone present gasped.

This is Su Changqing's method!

Surrender is not accepted, negotiations are not accepted, and anyone who crosses the line will be killed without mercy!

This ruthless decisiveness and the swift vengeance stirred the blood of many chivalrous martial artists, who secretly exclaimed: "Well done!"

"Ancestor!"

The surviving Tang Clan disciples, seeing their ancestor die, were utterly devastated and lost all will to fight. They dropped their hidden weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The assassins from the Dark River knew that all was lost after seeing their leader crippled and their allies picked off.

"Run! Run now!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining assassins scattered like birds, trying to escape this terrifying place.

"Hmph, trying to run away?"

Before Su Changqing could even make a move, Li Hanyi, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer.

"You dare to mess with my people and expect to get away unscathed? Dream on!"

Li Hanyi swung the Iron Horse and Ice River sword in her hand, and the rain of flowers reappeared. This time, she didn't go berserk and controlled it very well.

"Moonlit Evening and Flowery Morning!"

Countless petals transformed into sharp blades, catching up with the fleeing assassins.

"ah--!!!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Upon seeing this, the other assassins in the Dark River either committed suicide or were eliminated.

The crisis at Leijiabao has been completely resolved.