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Chapter 856 - 856 856 Kill You Too

856: Chapter 856: Kill You Too 856: Chapter 856: Kill You Too “I don’t want this either, but I’m currently in a partnership with Young Master Song Wei.

I can’t just stand here and watch you kill my partner, can I?

Didn’t you notice I haven’t made a move?

I was hoping you’d retreat after realizing how difficult this would be!”

Bai Xiaofan spread his hands, indicating that he, too, was unwillingly caught in the situation.

“So what you’re saying is, today’s fight is unavoidable?”

The High Retainer exchanged a glance with Zhang Yi, then moved apart to flank Bai Xiaofan, questioning him in a low voice.

Their positioning now allowed them to attack Bai Xiaofan at any moment.

Additionally, if one of them was attacked, the other could counter and rescue their partner.

This arrangement could be considered a strategy that allowed both offense and defense—a safe stance.

“There’s always a choice!

You two could surrender, couldn’t you?

I’m someone who hates fighting more than anything, so I’d strongly advise you not to try battling—it’s really not a good idea!”

Bai Xiaofan, who had been terse mere moments before, abruptly transformed into a chatterbox, trying to dissuade Zhang Yi and the High Retainer from engaging him.

He genuinely didn’t want people to accuse him of bullying the weak!

The High Retainer and Zhang Yi, after all, were merely at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul cultivation.

While this level of cultivation ranked as top-tier for many,

To Bai Xiaofan, it was laughably weak.

Not even worth his serious attention.

Previously, his excessive killing had nearly affected his mental clarity, so Bai Xiaofan had resolved to avoid killing others whenever possible.

But once he struck, the result would either be death or severe injury!

“Heh, we’ve long heard that the arrogance of the Killing God grows proportionally to his strength.

Today, we’re finally getting a taste of that arrogance—but can you prove your strength is truly as formidable as your attitude?”

Zhang Yi and the High Retainer sneered at Bai Xiaofan’s words.

Surrender?

That was utterly impossible!

As their voices fell silent, the two moved as if perfectly synchronized, gripping their weapons and darting toward Bai Xiaofan in an attempt to stab him.

Noticing their assault, Bai Xiaofan’s expression gradually became serious.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

Although these two weren’t strong enough to pose a threat to him, Bai Xiaofan still treated the battle earnestly.

He didn’t wish to lose his life due to negligence!

Meanwhile, Song Wei was engaging Song Feng in a scuffle nearby.

Both of their cultivation levels barely reached Qi Cultivation.

That was only marginally stronger than average bodyguards.

Against a mercenary with extensive combat experience and familiarity with the edge of life and death, these two wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Song Wei, just give up!

You can’t beat me!

Hahaha…”

Song Feng pressed Song Wei forcefully onto the floor, his hands gripping Song Wei’s throat so hard the veins on his neck bulged.

“Y-you…

can’t…

dream of it!”

Song Wei strained to speak.

His face, due to the intense suffocation, had become swollen and pigmented like liver.

But his hands continued clutching and clawing at Song Feng’s body with desperate effort.

Indeed, the meager yuan energy within them had already been depleted in such a short time.

At this point, their fight resembled a common brawler’s scrap.

Watching the two wrestle on the floor, Song Yinghao’s aged face displayed profound helplessness.

Once close brothers, how had it come to this over the position of Family Head?

At that moment, yet another person stepped into the hall—a young man with features resembling Song Yinghao’s but closer in age to Song Wei and Song Feng.

“Dad, Big Brother, Third Brother, what’s happening here?”

Song Bao had originally returned to ask for spending money.

While entering, he had noticed the groups standing on either side of the courtyard.

Yet he never paid attention to family disputes, so he hadn’t even heard of Song Feng and Song Wei’s ongoing feud these past few days.

However, as soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw the corpses and the brothers brawling—and rushed to Song Yinghao in confusion.

“Song Bao, this is the money I’ve saved for you over the years.

Take this card and leave.

Go live abroad—it has enough funds for you.”

Seeing his second son walk in, Song Yinghao withdrew a bank card from his pocket and handed it to him, urging him to escape from the ruinous chaos overtaking their home.

“Dad, I’m not leaving.

What’s happened here?

Why are there dead people?

What’s wrong with Big Brother and Third Brother?”

Song Bao shook his head vigorously, refusing to accept the card Song Yinghao offered.

When Song Yinghao sighed and remained silent, Song Bao ran toward the brawling brothers instead.

Using all his strength, he rammed Song Feng, causing him to tumble onto the floor.

“Cough, cough…”

Song Wei immediately flipped over, coughing violently, greedily gasping for fresh air.

“What are you doing?

Have you gone mad?”

Song Feng, seconds away from choking Song Wei to death, felt himself toppled.

Upon looking up and noticing it was Song Bao, he immediately shouted furiously.

“Big Brother, what are you doing?

Why are you trying to kill Third Brother?”

Song Bao stared plaintively at Song Feng’s ferocious expression and the gasping Song Wei, demanding an explanation.

“Get lost, or I’ll kill you too!”

Ignoring Song Bao’s inquiry and spotting Song Wei seemingly regaining some strength, Song Feng roared, charging at Song Wei once more.

Simultaneously, Song Wei recklessly lunged toward Song Feng.

In an instant, the two were entangled in yet another fight.

“Song Bao, you need to leave now!

They’re fighting over the Family Head position—that’s why it’s come to this!”

Song Yinghao stood up, helping the stunned Song Bao to his feet.

He forced the bank card into his hand, pushing him toward the hall’s exit once again.

Two of his sons were already consumed by their feud—he refused to let Song Bao be dragged into it as well.

Among his three sons, he had always been least fond of Song Bao.

Compared to Song Feng and Song Wei, Song Bao was utterly unambitious, spending his days partying or mingling with models and minor celebrities.

But now, Song Yinghao realized that Song Bao’s lack of ambition wasn’t so bad, after all.

At least he wouldn’t scheme, wouldn’t plot to claim the Family Head position, and wouldn’t hurt his own brothers.

“The Family Head position?

Is that thing really worth it?

Isn’t living carefree like me, without a care in the world, much better?”

Song Bao sat slumped on the floor, staring confusedly at Song Yinghao and the two brothers still locked in their brutal struggle.