Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1834 - 1718: Torrential Fury

"Let me see how long you can hold on!"

Tang Xiaoyun slashed down with his sword, swiftly cutting through Little Sword God’s right hand artery.

Blood spurted out like a water gun, and the excruciating pain drained the color from Little Sword God’s face, but the determination in his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

The swordsman’s conviction, that’s what kept him standing!

He struggled to control his right hand, gripping his sword tightly; no matter how strong the opponent was, he wouldn’t let go.

"You bastard!"

Tang Xiaoyun was infuriated, hating this feeling of not being able to make the opponent submit.

The Soft Sword in his hand became like a stormy tempest, focusing attacks on Little Sword God’s right arm, slicing it into pieces, severing the tendons completely.

Gradually, Little Sword God found his arm numb, but his fingers still clutched the sword hilt tightly.

It was muscle memory; his body ingrained with his belief.

Due to excessive blood loss, Little Sword God was weakened, swaying on his feet, but he shouted at Tang Xiaoyun: "Don’t even think about making me drop my sword!"

"Hmph! Then let’s see!"

Tang Xiaoyun’s gaze was fierce, and with a swift motion, his Soft Sword swung down.

With a slicing sound, Little Sword God’s right arm was severed from the shoulder, and though it fell to the ground, the severed arm still clutched the sword firmly.

Tang Xiaoyun wore a sinister cold smile, yelling, "Hahaha, let’s see if you can still stay inseparable from your sword now!"

Little Sword God turned pale and was in a daze.

He looked down at the sword on the ground, his expression maddened, eyes wide open, stunned in place.

Tang Xiaoyun was overjoyed at this sight, pointing at Little Sword God with excitement: "Haha, trash, how dare you talk about the honor and principles of a swordsman with me? It’s all a joke."

Little Sword God fell silent, ignoring Tang Xiaoyun’s mockery.

After a while, he murmured quietly, "I’m not a competent swordsman. If I survive, I will become the strongest swordsman in the world! My sword will never leave me."

His tone was calm, with a sense of enlightenment.

This attitude drove Tang Xiaoyun crazy.

"You piece of trash!"

Tang Xiaoyun roared, stabbing repeatedly with the Soft Sword, adding countless wounds to Little Sword God until he fell to the ground unconscious before stopping.

He grabbed Little Sword God’s leg, dragging him outside.

At the doorway, he looked back and shouted: "To that woman just now, tell Song Yun to meet me at the Tang Family in ten days. Otherwise, I’ll come back and kill everyone here. As for this piece of trash in my hand, I’ll make him wish for death, hahaha..."

After saying that, he walked straight out.

The room was silent, with blood everywhere, and a severed arm clutching a long sword on the ground, desolate and murderous.

Li Shishi emerged from behind the sofa, eyes filled with fear, her face pale with fright.

Earlier, as Little Sword God was attacked, she was powerless, unable even to show her face, or she would just add to Little Sword God’s burdens, and she herself would die.

She couldn’t understand why Tang Xiaoyun was acting like a madman.

She quickly called Song Yun, crying, "Song Yun, come back quickly, something happened, Little Sword God was..."

At this point, she couldn’t continue.

Receiving this call, Song Yun was out with Zhao Yan searching for the person who sent the message. Hearing Li Shishi’s voice, he knew there was trouble.

He immediately hurried back with Zhao Yan. Upon entering headquarters, he saw people strewn on the floor, his heart skipped a beat, and he rushed to the top-floor office.

Li Shishi came out to meet him, and Song Yun immediately asked, "Shishi, what happened?"

"It was just me and Little Sword God earlier. A man named Tang suddenly appeared, claiming he’s here to kill you, he did this to Little Sword God..."

Li Shishi recounted what had happened. After listening, Song Yun felt immense anger and fury!

The sword was Little Sword God’s belief, and now that belief might be shattered.

Little Sword God was Song Yun’s brother, yet he was so abused by the Tang Family, largely because of Song Yun.

He had expected the Tang Family’s retaliation but had been careless.

This made Song Yun feel self-blame, feeling guilt-ridden.

But more than anything, it was anger.

No one could stop Song Yun from getting revenge on the Tang Family.

"Tang Family, you’re all doomed!"

Song Yun’s gaze was filled with murderous intent, his heart was raging, yet he tried hard to control his emotions, asking Li Shishi, "Shishi, where is Little Sword God’s arm?"

"I put it in the freezer."

"Good, have Sister Xia Tian arrange to send Little Sword God’s arm to the hospital, using specialized technology to preserve it. If Little Sword God survives, I want that arm reattached."

"Okay."

Li Shishi agreed quickly and started calling the rest of the Song Family members one by one.

She looked at Song Yun, frowning and said, "I don’t know why, but that person was extraordinarily powerful, even Little Sword God lost."

Song Yun said, "That person is the twin brother of that bastard Tang Jia, named Tang Xiaoyun."

"Ah! So that’s it!"

Li Shishi exclaimed, finally understanding.

After Li Shishi’s call, everyone arrived not long after.

Seeing the general manager’s office covered in blood, even the flower stand had collapsed, everyone’s expression turned grim.

Upon learning what had happened, the atmosphere in the room was very oppressive, and everyone was worried sick.

Xia Tian quickly used her connections, and the equipment was sent to the branch, then Little Sword God’s arm was refrigerated there.

Little Sword God’s longsword, stained with blood, leaned against the door, emitting a chilling aura.

Song Yun kept staring at that sword, memories of his moments with Little Sword God flashing through his mind, his heart growing heavier.

"Song Yun, what do you intend to do?"

Qingluan broke the silence, deliberately asking.

Song Yun snapped out of it, stood up, and walked towards the sword, saying calmly, "I need to step out for a bit."

Although Song Yun didn’t spell it out, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

Stepping out now could only mean heading to the Tang Family for vengeance.

Qingluan’s gaze sharpened, standing up, "I’ll go with you."

Hua Qingcheng also stood up, "I will go with you too."

The other women wanted to accompany Song Yun as well, but they were not skilled fighters; following Song Yun would only be a burden.

Even though they shared the same thoughts as Hua Qingcheng and Qingluan, they were powerless.

Song Yun glanced at the women and shook his head, "No need, I will handle it."

As he spoke, he looked at Hua Qingcheng, Xia Tian, and Qingluan, "While I’m away, you three must protect them, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt."

Xia Tian promptly agreed, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Qingluan hesitated a bit but nodded as well.

Song Yun turned to Li Shishi, "Shishi, today you’ve been frightened, follow Qingluan and the others back, keep an eye on Little Gangbeng, nothing can happen to him."

Having said that, Song Yun walked to the door, grasping the blood-stained sword, and walked out without looking back.