"What do you mean?"
Song Shadao looked at the group of men and women, his face gradually darkening. "This is my home. You want to make trouble with me here?"
"Mr. Song, you jest. How would we dare to make trouble with you? However, Marshal Shen has issued an order that from now on, anyone who wishes to see Madam must report it and obtain his approval."
An elder looked at Song Shadao. Although his face showed respect, his eyes held a hint of defiance. "If Mr. Song has any objections, you can take them up with Marshal Shen. But for now, we are conducting official business."
"Mr. Song and Marshal Shen are fellow disciples. Others may not understand his temperament, but you should. What he says must be done, without question or disobedience."
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing this, Song Shadao smiled. "This is my home. You people barge in here, blocking my nephew from returning, and then you want to lay down rules in my house."
"I'll give you one minute to get out of here, all of you. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences yourselves."
"Protect my sister?"
Song Shadao scoffed. "What were you doing all these past ten years? You come to protect her now, it's too late."
"Mr. Song, you're making things very difficult for us. We cannot comply."
The elder smiled. "Please, Mr. Song, follow the rules."
"Bang—"
As the elder's words fell, Song Shadao unleashed a powerful punch. The punch was like a thunderclap, and the elder had no time to react before he was struck heavily in the chest. He then flew backward like a kite with a broken string, finally falling thirty meters away, his bones broken, his life hanging by a thread. He was breathing more than he was inhaling, and even if he survived, he would be a cripple.
Ruthless, so ruthless.
Seeing Song Shadao incapacitate a peak Earth Realm martial artist in an instant, the expressions of the others changed slightly. They knew Song Shadao was not simple, but they never imagined he was this terrifying.
At this moment, they finally understood why even Marshal Shen was so wary of Song Shadao.
It was indeed from the same sect. Song Shadao's strength, even if not equal to Marshal Shen, was not far behind.
However, even after Song Shadao continuously displayed his terrifying strength, these people still showed no intention of leaving. Another elder spoke to Song Shadao, "As expected of the King of Mad Killing, you truly make us feel ashamed. However, as I said before, if Shen Lang wants to enter Song Family Manor, he must wait for us to report to Marshal Shen and get his consent."
"Alas..."
Hearing this, Song Shadao sighed and said, "It seems words are not enough. Alright, if that's the case, then let's not talk anymore. How many of you are there, openly and secretly? Come out, all of you. I'll deal with you all at once."
In his youth, Song Shadao achieved enlightenment through slaughter, becoming the feared King of Mad Killing. After joining the Martial Guard Department, he restrained himself considerably. Then, at the age of forty, Song Shadao crippled his own martial arts cultivation and started from scratch. His mindset underwent a transformation from then on.
From then on, the King of Mad Killing disappeared, replaced by Song Shadao, a Song Shadao without any definition.
However, this did not mean Song Shadao had changed. On the contrary, he had merely hidden another self. Today, facing the aggressive subordinates of Shen Tianjun, the hidden self of Song Shadao had emerged.
One could see Song Shadao's face transform from refined and amiable to arrogant and untamed, as if everyone in the world was beneath his notice.
However, this was merely Song Shadao's arrogance. What followed was Song Shadao's "killing" nature.
In an instant, Song Shadao erupted with a terrifying killing intent, as if thousands of troops were united. The temperature in a ten-meter radius dropped as if by thirty degrees, chilling to the bone.
"Come on, let me see what capabilities you have to dare lay down rules at my doorstep."
Song Shadao's pupils instantly turned blood red as he spoke to Shen Tianjun's subordinates.
Without waiting for them to speak, Song Shadao moved like a ghost and appeared before an elder. The elder, seeing Song Shadao's sudden speed, recoiled in fear. But his opponent was clearly no ordinary person. In a hasty move, he counterattacked, throwing a punch at Song Shadao.
"Hmph, throwing a punch in front of me?"
Facing the elder's counterattack, Song Shadao sneered. "Let alone you, even Shen Tianjun wouldn't dare to throw a punch at me. Because he knows that in this world, no one's punch is faster than mine, nor more arrogant, nor more overbearing."
As he spoke, Song Shadao swiftly reached out with his left hand, grabbing the elder's fist. With his right hand, he formed a fist and smashed it into the elder's chest, instantly shattering one of his arms. The residual force even sent the elder's body flying backward.
"Elder Yuan—"
The other three elders saw this and leaped forward, preparing to catch the disarmed elder in mid-air.
However, the moment their arms touched the disarmed elder, a terrifying force erupted from his body and quickly surged into theirs.
"This is..."
The three elders instantly seemed to realize something, their faces becoming extremely grim.
But in the next second, their arms exploded, reduced to nothing but dust.
In less than thirty seconds, Song Shadao had crippled four peak Earth Realm experts. His terrifying strength even startled Shen Lang, who was standing nearby.
He and his uncle had known each other for a considerable time since their first meeting, but this was the first time he had seen Song Shadao this formidable.
Of course, that incident at Shanyuan Villa didn't count, as Song Shadao had only assisted Shen Lang from the shadows and had not directly confronted Shanyuan.
"King... of... Mad... Killing..."
Shen Lang uttered these four words word by word. He finally understood why Qi Tuojiang and others were so wary of Song Shadao.
While Shen Lang was in awe, Song Shadao did not stop. He leaped ten meters into the air. Raising his right hand, five red thunderballs appeared between his fingers. With a powerful shake, the five thunderballs instantly shattered, transforming into dozens of red lightning bolts.
In an instant, just an instant, all the black-clothed men and women, whether they were injured by Song Shadao earlier or standing elsewhere, were struck by the red lightning and let out screams of agony.
But this was not the end. Dozens of people were drawn by the red lightning, their bodies flying uncontrollably and being manipulated by Song Shadao.
"Scram! Go back and tell Shen Tianjun that his rules don't apply here."
Song Shadao roared, then, like tossing trash, he hurled dozens of people hundreds of meters away.
"Whoa..."
Seeing this, Shen Lang's eyes widened. "Uncle... Uncle... Uncle... Is... is this... is this still human?"