On the arena, the battle was drawing to a close.

In the end, Zhou Zhiruo prevailed and defeated Song Qingshu.

A claw scratched Song Qingshu's chest, leaving a bloody scratch mark on his clothes.

Another sword was placed against Song Qingshu's neck.

"Senior Brother Song, you've lost."

"I...I lost."

Heartbroken, Song Qingshu knelt before Zhou Zhiruo and pleaded, "Zhiruo, just kill me."

"You want to die?" Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback.

Song Qingshu nodded: "I would be willing to die by your hand."

this……

Zhou Zhiruo turned to look at Lin Bufan, thinking to herself that if the young master heard these words, he would definitely be angry.

To avoid upsetting the young master, and since Senior Brother Song wants to die, let's grant his wish.

Zhou Zhiruo drew her sword, as if to stab Song Qingshu in the chest.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, gambling in his heart that Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't kill him.

After all, they've known each other for many years, so surely he wouldn't kill his senior brother Song for the sake of a Lin the Great Demon.

Zhou Zhiruo also hesitated, unable to thrust the Heaven-Slaying Sword into her hand for a long time.

But she noticed Lin Bufan's attitude. Lin Bufan wanted her to be the leader of the Emei Sect, and Song Qingshu was the biggest obstacle.

To make herself more decisive, Zhou Zhiruo activated the internal energy of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

The effect was immediate; Zhou Zhiruo's eyes instantly sharpened, and a murderous aura rose within her.

Seeing this scene from below the arena, Song Yuanqiao suddenly became worried.

If a child is not properly taught, it is the father's fault.

Although his son had made a mistake, if he were to die like this, the father would bear a considerable responsibility.

If a son must be punished, it has to be the father who does it.

Zhou Zhiruo seems to have decided to kill him; Qingshu will die.

Thinking of this, Song Yuanqiao exclaimed, "Wait!"

Using the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap technique, he once again flew onto the arena and stood in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

“Miss Zhou, it is the father’s fault if his son is not taught. Song Qingshu has committed numerous crimes. Please allow me, as his father, to punish him.”

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao looked very serious, Zhou Zhiruo, who didn't want to be the villain and get her hands on Song Qingshu's blood, nodded in agreement.

With a clang, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was sheathed.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was removed from Song Qingshu's neck. Song Qingshu knelt on the ground, opened his eyes, looked up at Song Yuanqiao, and called out, "Father."

Song Yuanqiao sternly rebuked, "You unfilial son, you have committed heinous crimes. I will first break one of your arms and escort you back to Wudang Mountain to await your master's judgment."

Having said that, he swung his sword with lightning speed.

Click!

To everyone's astonishment, an arm flew off, blood splattering several steps away.

Song Qingshu's left arm was cut off, leaving him with only one arm.

"Ah, my arm, my arm~"

Song Qingshu screamed in pain, clutching his arm, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Song Yuanqiao, and he shouted angrily, "Father, you cut off my arm! I'm your son!"

Song Yuanqiao was also deeply saddened.

Who can know the bitterness in his heart? This is the only way to save his son.

Trading an arm for a life is worth it.

Let's rescue our son from under the Heaven-Slaying Sword first.

Presumably, the great demon Lin will not make things difficult or aggressive.

As for how Zhang Sanfeng will deal with Song Qingshu after returning to Wudang Mountain, we'll figure out a way to handle it then.

"You unfilial son!" Song Yuanqiao scolded, "You killed your Uncle Mo Qi. Just for that, you're enough to be punished according to the sect rules. Cutting off an arm would be too lenient."

He cursed her out loud, but in his heart he thought: Son, bear with it. I have no choice. If I don't do this, how can I cover your tracks, save your life, and lessen your sins?

Song Yuanqiao's plan worked as expected. The people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult were all wide-eyed with surprise and astonishment.

Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting, and several others were heartbroken.

"Qingshu, sigh."

"It's really tough on Senior Brother Song, having to personally cut off his son's arm."

"I hope this arm can comfort the spirit of the seventh brother in heaven."

"Hopefully, this arm will bring Qing Shu back to his senses."

"Our most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of Wudang has turned out like this."

On the Ming Cult's side, Zhou Dian clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I killed my son and avenged myself, Zhou Dian. It's so satisfying, so damn satisfying."

Yin Tianzheng stroked his beard and sighed, "Song Yuanqiao is truly heartless."

The Laughing Buddha said in a gruff voice, "I really admire this old man Song for putting righteousness above family ties."

The Bat King joked with Yang Xiao, "Left Envoy Yang, if I asked you to cut off one of your daughter's arms, could you do it? Hehe."

Yang Xiao was slightly annoyed and retorted, "I'll chop you up before I chop my daughter up."

Bat King leaned back tactically, waved his hand, and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

He then turned to look at Yin Yewang, as if he wanted to ask the same question.

Yin Yewang said irritably, "My daughter has run away from home, and I haven't seen her in a long time."

"Zhu'er," Zhang Wuji murmured to himself upon hearing Yin Yewang's words.

After the six major sects besieged Lu Family Manor last time, Zhu'er was very disappointed in Zhang Wuji and left him heartbroken. Her whereabouts are unknown.

To be honest, Zhang Wuji also felt sorry for Zhu'er and missed her very much.

But now is not the time to miss Zhu'er; he came here to save his adoptive father, the Golden Lion King.

Senior Brother Song was defeated by Zhou Zhiruo, and then his arm was severed by his eldest uncle's sword, leaving him completely incapacitated.

Zhang Wuji's only remaining opponent is Zhou Zhiruo, and he is torn: Do I really want to face off against Sister Zhiruo with swords?

On the stage, Song Qingshu was pale and glared at Song Yuanqiao with resentment: "You cut off one of my arms. Do you know that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms requires both arms to be fully effective? Father, you have crippled me."

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