Chapter 548 First Come, First Served

Song Yueming looked at the arrogant Sikong Bai and shook his head with a bitter smile.

He put away his interest in arguing with Sikong Bai. He knew that his master had already lost the last bit of reason. No matter how great his reasoning was or how clear his logic was, he wouldn't be able to listen to it. Moreover, Song Yueming didn't have the strength to waste the slightest bit of time with him at this moment.

He's too tired.

The Xing Tian Sword devoured a large amount of his life force. He was like an old tree that was on the verge of collapse. From the inside out, it was rotting. Just waiting for a gust of wind to blow, he would collapse to the ground.

At that time, his limbs and bones were constantly emitting waves of overwhelming tiredness. At this time, opening his eyes had gradually become a very difficult task for him. Therefore, he narrowed his eyes.

"As for you, go to the Underworld Springs and witness all of this!" At this moment, Sikong Bai's voice sounded again. He said this, and the black dragon that defeated Song Yueming appeared next to Sikong Bai. It opened its mouth, and its white fangs flickered with a cold light.

The smell of death wrapped around Song Yueming at that time. The black dragon slowly leaned towards him, its white fangs pressing down on his neck. With just a bite, his flesh and blood would be blurry and his head would be separated.

Ever since the rainy night at the Linglong Pavilion, Song Yueming had expected that he would think of today.

He was prepared for the sake of faith, for the sake of the sect.

He was not afraid of imminent death. He was just unwilling to change anything in the end. Of course, this was a very sad thing to do, but strangely enough, the moment before his death, he did not forget this matter any longer.

He thought of her, of the child who was still speechless.

Suddenly, a bitter smile appeared on his face. He thought that he had done everything for the sect. He thought that he had fulfilled all his promises so that he could have a clear conscience. At this moment, he could safely close his eyes.

However, in reality, he was far from being able to feel at ease. Only then did he realize that he was worthy of the sect, but he owed some people too much.

He suddenly understood Ning Zhumang's words. He was not a hero, he was just a selfish bastard who abandoned his wife and son.

The black dragon's enormous body enveloped him, and the scene in front of him also darkened.

He didn't know if it was because of the return of light when he was dying, or because he was too weak. In a trance, he saw something light up in the darkness, one after another, the night sky and starlight. Then, in front of his eyes, a green figure ran under the illumination of the starlight, and a familiar voice rang in his ears, "I, Xia Zichuan, am not a monarch who will not marry in this life."

Song Yueming suddenly woke up. This was the Linglong Pavilion of that year.

A genuine smile appeared on his pale and wrinkled face, "Little Xu Lai… Zichuan… I'm sorry…"

As he said this, his eyes, which had narrowed to the point that there was only an imperceptible crack left, finally closed.

…

Death did not come as expected.

A long sigh came to Song Yueming before death.

The sigh carried a hint of anger, as if the villagers in the mountains were dissatisfied with the gains and losses of one acre of land, but they could not do anything about it.

Song Yueming was stunned. He felt something. He closed his eyes and suddenly opened them.

What came into view was not the darkness of imagination, The enormous dragon figure that enveloped his head disappeared uncomfortably. Instead, he was dressed in a black robe, The man with white eyebrows and black hair, and not far away, the black dragon that even Xing Tian Jian was unable to contend against, actually fell to the ground. Although it looked like it was inadvertently defeated because of a surprise attack, and there were no injuries on its body, being able to do so could already be said to be a very unbelievable thing.

'"Sect Leader" Song Yueming muttered to himself as he looked at the figure. Only then did he remember that the Sect Leader hadn't really attacked yet.

The white-browed, black-haired man tilted his head slightly, and the corner of his eyes landed on Song Yueming's body. "It's very difficult to be the head teacher, and it's even more difficult to be a father."

"You have to work hard."

After he finished speaking, regardless of whether Song Yueming understood what he meant, he turned around again and looked at the old man who was also looking at him at that time.

Then, he respectfully cupped his hands towards the old man and said, "Ning Zhumang, the twelfth generation disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion, may I ask for Martial Uncle's guidance?"

The aggressive Sikong Bai didn't respond to Ning Zhumang's words immediately. He frowned strangely. Black gas surged around him, and his pitch-black eyes flickered. He seemed to be looking at Ning Zhumang.

This was a very unusual thing. He was unusual. Since he had already made up his mind to get rid of everyone, there was naturally no chance for Si Black's temperament to hold back. Naturally, he did not suddenly stop because of some strange reason, such as softness of heart. In fact, he was on guard. He was vigilant against Ning Zhumang, who had ignored him before, but had suddenly attacked.

Such vigilance is not without reason.

He knew very well what level his cultivation had reached after absorbing the power of those disciples. He could easily kill a Great Evolution Realm cultivator even if he wanted to kill an ordinary immortal. Although the black dragon that he was planning to seize Song Yueming's cultivation wasn't fully activated by him, its might couldn't be underestimated. However, Ning Zhumang had just sent the black dragon flying and saved Song Yueming.

This was clearly not something an ordinary Great Evolution Realm cultivator could accomplish.

After experiencing the accident that almost killed Song Yueming, Sikong Bai also became vigilant. Therefore, he carefully sized up this man with a faint smile on his face. After not getting any results he wanted, he said in a calm voice, "You also need to rush to die?"

Compared to Sikong Bai's appearance of facing a great enemy, Ning Zhumang appeared to be very calm.

He smiled again and muttered, "Martial Uncle also said that he was going to die."

"But all things are based on the superiority and inferiority of an elder. In this world, there is no reason for an elder to still be alive, but for a junior to die in front of them."

Hearing this, Sikong Bai's eyes glowed with a dark light. He said in a deep voice, "You have obtained a bit of Senior Brother's true inheritance in your words. Unfortunately, you have not learned the sect's righteousness at all."

After saying that, he waved his long sleeve and the black dragon was once again poured into a boundless stream of black gas. At that moment, its momentum emitted a loud roar as it charged straight towards Ning Zhumang, carrying the black gas that filled the sky.

Facing the Black Dragon whose aura was several times stronger than before, Ning Zhumang still had a faint smile on his face.

He shook his head and whispered, "Martial Uncle, what are you talking about? After Master left, I have always followed Martial Uncle's lead."

"Whatever Martial Uncle asks me to do, I will naturally do it…"

"What did Martial Uncle want me to learn? I naturally …"

"What did you learn as well …"

Saying this, Ning Zhumang's tone suddenly became gloomy and cold. His lowered head suddenly raised at that moment. At that time, Sikong Bai could clearly see that Ning Zhumang's eyes were enveloped in the same pitch-black color as his.

Behind him, a lion bathed in monstrous black gas gradually emerged.

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