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Chapter 853 - 853 853 Did I Not Win

853: Chapter 853: Did I Not Win?

853: Chapter 853: Did I Not Win?

Song Yinghao hoped that Song Feng could stop immediately and not take things further.

Right or wrong between Song Feng and Song Wei, Song Yinghao didn’t want to judge—he only wished for both of his sons to survive today, without either of them dying.

He believed that if Song Feng could cease now, it might still be possible to plead with Song Wei and save a life.

“Haha, patricide?

So what?

Today, no matter who it is, if they dare block my path to that position, they will die—including you!”

Song Feng sneered disdainfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the seat his father occupied.

“Outrageous!

This is an act of rebellion!”

“Kneel down and apologize immediately, or I’ll break your legs!”

“Song Feng, are you out of your mind?

Do you even know who this is?

This is your father!”

“Take another step forward and don’t blame us for being ruthless!”

Several of the clan’s enforcers stepped forward after hearing Song Feng’s words, angrily berating him with their weapons aimed at him.

“You decrepit fools?

You think you can stop me?

Back when I asked you to support me as the next Family Head, you rejected me without a second thought.

Do you regret it now?”

Song Feng, however, showed no concern for their threats.

He glared at them coldly, continuing to walk slowly upward.

As if the weapons in their hands posed no threat to him at all.

“Regret?

You rebellious scoundrel, die!”

As soon as Song Feng’s words fell, one elder let out a furious shout, raised his longsword, and stabbed forward.

This elder had reached the Half-Step Nascent Soul stage in cultivation, making him quite the expert.

As the elder launched his attack, the thoughts in the hall varied widely.

Song Wei’s eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction—this elder was his supporter.

If Song Feng could be killed outright, it would be perfect.

Song Yinghao felt both shocked and anxious, rushing forward in an attempt to stop it.

As for Song Feng, one of the central figures, he remained utterly unfazed.

Clang!

In the next second, the longsword pierced a body, fresh blood dripping from the blade onto the floor.

Thud!

A heavy object hit the floor with a loud sound.

Everyone focused their gaze, only to be horrified!

The person whose dantian had been pierced and collapsed lifeless onto the ground wasn’t Song Feng—it was the elder who had attempted to attack him.

And standing behind the fallen elder was another venerable figure, holding a blood-covered longsword that steadily dripped crimson liquid.

This man was also one of the clan’s enforcers, and he was a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert.

“Grand Enforcer, you …?”

Song Yinghao froze, staring incredulously at this elder, unable to understand his actions.

“Family Head, you’ve been far too indecisive in choosing who should inherit the Clan Leader’s position.

I think Eldest Young Master is a splendid choice, so my colleagues and I decided to support him instead!”

The Grand Enforcer responded nonchalantly, then turned to glance at the other two enforcers who had hesitated.

“Are you two still choosing to support Young Master Song Wei?

If you’ve got any sense, join me and the Eldest Young Master.

Only under his leadership can the Song family thrive!”

The Grand Enforcer’s succinct words proved incredibly persuasive.

Especially after he had demonstrated his power by killing another enforcer—his stance became even more intimidating to the remaining two.

The two weren’t foolish.

Right now, the visible strength in the hall clearly tipped in Song Feng’s favor.

Even if Song Yinghao chose to side with Song Wei, what difference would it make?

Would Song Feng alter his plan because of their decision?

That was impossible!

The remaining two enforcers cast an apologetic glance at Song Wei before decisively choosing to stand behind the Grand Enforcer.

With this, including the slain enforcer, all six of the remaining enforcers sided with Song Feng.

This shift gave Song Feng an overwhelming advantage.

“Hahaha, Song Wei, what can you possibly do to defeat me now?

With that wretched dog at your side, who I’ve hunted down like a mutt?

With his pitiful strength, any one of my enforcers could easily kill him!”

Song Feng pushed past Song Yinghao, seated himself at the head position, and gazed arrogantly down at Song Wei.

His words brimmed with unrestrained arrogance.

In his eyes, the title of Family Head was now his; no one could take it away.

“Song Feng, do you think you’ve already won?”

Song Wei hadn’t expected his three supporters to face such disgrace—one killed, two defecting.

But his gaze flicked toward Bai Xiaofan, who sat to the side sipping tea, and a glimmer of confidence returned to him.

Song Wei realized he hadn’t been completely defeated, not while killer Bai Xiaofan was still on his side.

Even if Bai Xiaofan couldn’t win against all these experts, he could likely ensure their safe escape.

And once Bai Xiaofan brought him to Southern River City, he could recuperate before returning with reinforcements to seize the Family Head position.

“Haha, haven’t I already won?

What other cards do you have?

That cold-blooded fool is trash.

Are you relying on those two behind you?

Laughable!”

“If you kneel and apologize now, I’ll spare you a complete corpse for Father’s sake.

Otherwise, I’ll ensure you die a mangled mess today!”

Song Feng’s icy gaze locked onto Song Wei, his unbridled voice reverberating through the hall.

“Song Feng, don’t be so arrogant!

You called me trash earlier, didn’t you?

Fine—today this piece of trash will test the strength of your so-called experts!”

Cold-Blood strode into the center of the hall with his blade in hand, shouting toward Song Feng seated above.

“You?

Hahaha, ridiculous!

Last time, you barely escaped like a mouse thanks to that wretch Song Wei, and now you think you stand a chance today?

Look at the situation—you and Song Wei will both die here today!”

Song Feng laughed mockingly at Cold-Blood, his words filled with contempt.

“Enough talk!

I’ll kill you today and avenge my family!”

Cold-Blood roared furiously and charged toward Song Feng, his blade cutting through the air with fierce speed and energy.

One of Song Feng’s late-Golden Core enforcers stepped forward to intercept Cold-Blood, swinging his longsword horizontally toward his neck.

In his mind, Cold-Blood was merely a low-level Golden Core cultivator, hardly worth his serious attention—he was already showing him mercy by stepping in personally rather than letting the Grand Enforcer handle it.