Sikong Liang coughed up blood mid-air, and the faceless old man's face showed despair. He thought to himself that if the Holy Son was killed in front of him, he wouldn't need to go back...
He leaped up, caught Sikong Liang's body, and quickly took out a healing pill to feed the unconscious Sikong Liang...
Tuoba San gripped his trembling longsword tightly, a glint of disdain in his eyes, and ran his hand along the blade…
Sikong Liang's consciousness left in the magical artifact was directly erased. Having already fallen into a coma, Sikong Liang's body involuntarily convulsed due to the loss of this consciousness…
"Ding! It has been detected that Tuoba San has obtained a ninth-tier magic weapon, which is equivalent to 10 billion spiritual power. Ten times the amount, 100 billion spiritual power will be returned to him!"
I nodded in satisfaction. Tuoba San saw this as an acknowledgment of his abilities, and he was very happy...
"Tuoba San, you have such ruthless methods..."
The faceless old man glared angrily at Tuoba San and shouted, "Sikong Liang is already seriously injured, and the sect's most valuable treasure has been stolen. This is a double blow to the Remnant Blood Sect..."
Before Tuoba San could speak, I preemptively said...
"Oh dear, how did you get knocked away? And your weapon was taken away too. You're so useless. You're supposed to be a holy son? Why don't you become my golden boy instead?"
Sikong Liang, who had been slowly regaining consciousness, fainted again upon hearing these words. He felt like a joke today, having been humiliated time and time again…
"Tuoba San, we admit defeat today. We'll meet again..."
The faceless old man was about to leave with Sikong Liang, but how could I let them leave so easily in front of me? This was my precious son's experience point...
"Stop right there! Did we say you could leave?"
I snapped at them in a very angry tone…
The faceless old man knows I'm just an ordinary person and pose no threat to him. Whether I can leave today depends on Tuoba San...
So he asked Tuoba San...
"Tuoba San, do you want to fight to the death with my Remnant Blood Sect?"
"Hmph! A mere remnant of the Blood Clan poses no threat to me. Don't overestimate yourself..."
Even though he was injured, Tuoba San showed no intention of backing down when facing the enemy. His words were full of domineering arrogance, showing no respect whatsoever to his opponent...
"What exactly do you want? Draw a line in the sand..."
The faceless old man gritted his teeth and said, clearly unwilling...
"That's an interesting question. Your Holy Son showed up on his own initiative, set his sights on my servant, and when he saw my son was injured, he attacked again. Now that he can't win, he's leaving as if nothing happened. Is there such a good thing as a free lunch?"
I didn't let my older brother speak properly; I directly pointed at the faceless old man's nose and retorted...
Tuoba San stood there, a proud expression on his face, thinking to himself that he would give his father the same fearless life, no matter who it was, he would stand up to them head-on, and his father would be his strongest support...
The faceless old man glared at me with displeasure, then looked at Tuoba San. Seeing that Tuoba San was letting me run wild, he knew he had to give me an explanation, otherwise this matter would definitely not end well...
What do you want?
The Faceless Old Man's attitude towards an ordinary person like me was extremely hostile. In his subconscious, he didn't consider ordinary people to be human. If Tuoba San hadn't been there, I would have been ground to dust long ago if I had dared to utter a single word...
"Keep the Holy Son here, let him be my golden boy..."
Upon hearing my words, the faceless old man's lips twitched. I had just said that I was interested in the fair-skinned Holy Son. If he were to keep the Holy Son, he would be pushing him into a fire pit...
However, that wasn't what he cared about. What he really cared about was that not only had he lost the Holy Son, but he had also lost a ninth-tier magic weapon. He could never atone for his sins even if he died a thousand deaths…
"What? You don't want to?"
Seeing the faceless old man hesitate, Tuoba San immediately stepped forward, stared at him, and asked in return…
The faceless old man felt incredibly aggrieved. He was a protector of the Way, and now not only had he failed in his duty as a protector, he was also about to abandon the holy son he was protecting. This was utterly shameful…
Seeing the faceless old man hesitate, Tuoba Sanmo stroked the ninth-tier longsword in his hand, the threat clear: if you don't agree, I will resort to force…
The faceless old man frowned deeply. He had been able to repel Tuoba San when Tuoba San was unarmed; now, with a ninth-tier magic weapon in hand, wouldn't Tuoba San be able to kill him instantly, like a dragon charging towards his face?
He was unaware that Tuoba San was also very nervous. Tuoba San's consciousness had just returned, and he had not yet calmed the chaotic power within his body. He could only unleash half of his full strength. If the Faceless Old Man went all out, even if he could kill him, he would pay a certain price...
Even within the Demon Sect's territory, he still needed to maintain his fighting strength. Like in the situation just now, if he hadn't woken up in time, everyone would have been in danger…
The faceless old man realized he was no match for Tuoba San, who wielded a ninth-tier magic weapon. To survive, he had to make a decision…
With his strength as a ninth-grade Martial Emperor, even if his status is inferior to that of the Holy Son, the sect wouldn't really do anything to him; at most, they would impose some minor punishments.
Moreover, as long as he is alive, he can ask the sect for help and find an opportunity to rescue their holy son. At that time, not only will he not be punished, but he will also be credited with a great achievement...
Thinking of this, he put Sikong Liang on the ground, and was about to say something harsh when I pointed at his nose and said...
"If you dare utter a single harsh word, you're not leaving..."
It's so frustrating...
The faceless old man had truly lost face; he turned and fled without hesitation…
The sheer speed of this action stunned me. How could a ninth-rank Martial Emperor be so easily frightened?
"What trash, they don't even want their own holy son anymore..."
I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "I was hoping this guy would fight my eldest son. After all, a ninth-rank Martial Emperor is a worthy opponent in the same realm, and he could be a good whetstone. I didn't expect him to be such a coward..."
Am I not being unreasonable enough in my request?
Those around them thought, "What have you done to him? Only someone as awful as you, with a thought process so different from normal people, not only do you not use him as a whetstone for your son, but you even criticize him..."
"Father, now that we have the Golden Boy, let's kill this vixen..."
Sikong Liang was in a daze and didn't hear clearly, but when he heard "Kill Jin Tong," he was so frightened that he fainted again...
Shi Miaomiao hid behind me in fright, looking at Tuoba San with a pitiful expression. The feeling of sympathy she had for him earlier was completely thrown to the winds. After all, no one would sympathize with someone who was constantly threatening to kill her for no reason...
Watching my eldest son about to draw his sword again, I felt utterly miserable...
I really wanted to tell Tuoba San that this was a good tool for his father to sharpen his spear, and he couldn't kill it...
But Tuoba San's eyes were resolute, leaving me momentarily speechless...
I racked my brains trying to think of a reason that could dispel Tuoba San's murderous intent. Should I use this reason?
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