Killing Your Man Right Before Your Eyes

Half a刻 later, the forces of the Prince Muyeno Estate arrived at the Song Residence, surrounding the entire manor. However, they did not attack immediately, as Young Prince Muyeno had yet to arrive.

"Tsk tsk, there are more than fifty Fusion-realm experts, including eight at late Fusion stage. Unless a Tribulation-realm powerhouse shows up in person, Ian Song is dead for sure today!"

In a small courtyard, Vergil Beigong lounged leisurely, sipping tea and speaking with a tone of schadenfreude.

On the other side.

"Ian Song is doomed this time—no one can save him!" Brandon Nangong shook his head, sounding almost regretful.

Inside a private box.

Honor Shangguan slowly withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "Miss, the Prince Muyeno Estate has come in full force. I'm afraid Ian Song..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear—he had little hope for Ian Song.

"Maybe there'll be a twist." Haitang Shangguan smiled lightly.

At the same time, all the cultivators who had come to watch the showdown were stunned by the Prince Muyeno Estate's lineup. Not a single one of them thought Ian Song had a chance—they all believed he was doomed.

But just as he finished speaking...

Bang!

The tightly shut gates of the Song Residence swung open with a crash.

Ian Song stepped out calmly, his gaze landing on Young Prince Muyeno. Only six people followed behind him: two early-stage Fusion experts, two mid-stage, and two late-stage.

Are you Ian Song?" Young Prince Muyeno glanced at Ian Song with a playful tone.

And you must be Young Prince Muyeno!" Ian Song replied with a smile.

How dare you, lowly commoner! Why haven't you bowed before Young Prince Muyeno?" Big Steward Wu barked.

Why should I bow?" Ian Song asked, looking puzzled.

At those words, Young Prince Muyeno's face turned cold, and Big Steward Wu's eyes flashed with hostility: "Standing before you is the Young Prince Muyeno of the Prince Muyeno Estate—the future Prince Muyeno. You're just a lowly commoner. Shouldn't you bow?"

Is that so?

Ian Song looked even more puzzled: "As far as I recall, there's no such title as 'Young Prince Muyeno' in the High Zhou Imperium. Am I just too ignorant?"

Hearing Ian Song's veiled sarcasm, Soren Wu's face turned ugly. His phoenix eyes shot out two venomous glances as he glared coldly at Ian Song. "You dare mock me?"

Though he was currently called Young Prince Muyeno, the Empress had hinted she would soon make him the next Prince Muyeno. But until she formally invested him, he couldn't claim the title and had to keep the 'Young' prefix.

Not at all! I'm just a humble commoner—how could I dare mock Young Prince Muyeno?" Ian Song replied with a smile, but he deliberately emphasized the word 'Young.'

For a moment, Soren Wu's face went white with rage.

Heh, sharp-tongued—quite amusing! In the nearby house, Mooncaller let out a soft laugh.

Verbal sparring won't get you anywhere! Vergil Beigong sneered.

Tsk tsk, Ian Song actually dares to openly satirize Young Prince Muyeno. Impressive!" one of the spectators whispered.

Ian Song!

At that moment, Big Steward Wu stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "This manor originally belonged to the Prince Muyeno Estate. If you hand it over now and kowtow to beg Young Prince Muyeno for mercy, maybe he'll spare your life!"

Soren Wu was clearly displeased and was about to speak, but Big Steward Wu suddenly sent him a sound transmission: "Young Prince Muyeno, please be patient. Until the Empress formally invests you as Prince Muyeno, let's keep a low profile. Our goal today is to reclaim the manor. Once everything is settled, dealing with Ian Song will be easy."

Soren Wu's eyes flickered, but in the end he said nothing, clearly agreeing to Big Steward Wu's advice.

Ian Song continued, "This is nothing but a bandit's tone. I spent hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit crystals to buy this estate, and with just a word you want to take it and force me to kowtow and beg for mercy. That's far too domineering!"

So what if it's domineering? It's only right and natural for me to reclaim my own estate. Anyone who opposes me will live worse than death!" Soren Wu couldn't hold back and spoke again.

Heh! Ian Song showed a mocking smile. "Then allow me to share a saying from my hometown: If a friend comes, I have fine wine; if a bully comes, I have blades and spears! If Young Prince Muyeno had come as a guest, he'd be welcome. Since he's here to cause trouble, I won't indulge him!"

What? Soren Wu was nearly driven mad by Ian Song's words. The other actually dared to call him a bully! Furious, he pointed at Ian Song and shouted, 'Whoever kills this lowly commoner, I'll reward with a thousand top-grade spirit crystals!'

Young Prince Muyeno, allow me!" An early-stage Fusion guard stepped forward eagerly.

The other guards felt secretly disappointed—they'd missed their chance to earn merit.

Good. You have one cup of tea's time. I want to use this lowly commoner's head as a wine cup!" Soren Wu said viciously.

Young Prince Muyeno, just leave it to me!

The guard spun around, strode forward, and glared fiercely at Ian Song. "Lowly wretch, come and meet your death!"

Seeing this, one of the spectators asked, "Do you think Ian Song dares to kill that guard?"

Why wouldn't he? Didn't he kill one before?

That's different—last time Young Prince Muyeno wasn't here. Now that he is, if Ian Song kills his man again, there'll be no turning back!

Ian Song didn't reply; instead, he let his actions speak. He stepped forward a few paces and beckoned to the early-stage Fusion guard.

Seeing Ian Song's provocative gesture, the guard flew into a rage.

Die!

The early-stage Fusion guard shouted and shot forward like a streak of light, crashing toward Ian Song.

The two were barely ten meters apart, and with the guard's incredible speed, he reached Ian Song in less than a thousandth of a blink.

But at that moment, a thin sword light flashed and vanished.

With a "pfft," the streak of light dissipated, revealing the guard's body. His eyes were wide, staring at Ian Song with disbelief and unwillingness.

The next moment, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

For a moment, the whole crowd was silent—dead quiet.

Not even a crow's caw could be heard.

Ian Song had just killed Young Prince Muyeno's man right in front of him, with a single thread of sword-light, stunning every onlooker and marking the true beginning of this city-shaking clash.