At this moment, screams sounded one after another, and blood splashed, dyeing the ground around the fighting platform bright red.

The onlookers had withdrawn dozens of meters away, and looked at the scene in front of them in shock and excitement.

The originally elegant young master Song Wen and Song, now his long gown was covered with blood and stains, and he fell to the ground, rolling and crawling.

Behind him, Chen Fei, with a cold face, stepped forward, and the breath sword in his right hand was like the sickle of the god of death.

"No, don't kill me, don't-" Song Wen shouted in horror, heading towards a crowded place.

Behind him, the Song family thugs he brought were all lying in a pool of blood, with no breath.

"Rules are rules. The Song family is also the Zhenwu family, so naturally they must abide by the rules." Chen Fei said coldly, and he stepped on the blood on the ground and chased him step by step.

"I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong. Our Song family will never dare to attack you again, I promise." Song Wen cried out and said.

Chen Fei looked cold, shook his head gently, and said, "The promises of your Song family are meaningless."

"Death is the best guarantee."

"No--"

Seeing that Chen Fei came to him, the air blade in his hand had already swung, carrying the deathly aura of death, Song Wen let out an extremely terrified cry.

And at this critical moment, a whistle came quickly from far to near.

"stop!"

In an instant, everyone present was attracted by the sound and turned their heads to look over.

In the eyes of everyone's attention, the smoke and dust covered the sun, and a group of people rushed towards this side quickly.

All of these people were wearing blue shirts and long swords.

On their blue shirts, the logo of an ancient building was embroidered on their left chest, which was the badge of the Song family.

"There is someone from the Song family."

"Then, that's Song Qiyuan, Wen Shao's father is here."

"There is also a back, which is Song Hongyu, the worshiper of the Song family, and a demigod master."

"All the demigod masters have been moved, the Song family is really doing it."

………

Amid the discussion, Song Wen on the ground naturally noticed the visitor.

His face, burst into tears, was filled with excitement and he hurriedly shouted: "Father, save me. Chen Fei wants to kill me, you can save me."

"Wen'er, I'm here." Song Qiyuan shouted fiercely.

At the same time, Song Hongyu, behind him, took action, fired a ray of air, and quickly swung out, hitting the air blade emitted from Chen Fei's hand, and saving Song Wen.

"Wow!"

The Song family was in a vast and dozens of people were standing under the fighting stage at this moment, looking at Chen Fei in front of him with cold eyes, almost like a murderous look.

Song Qiyuan helped his son Song Wen up and handed him over to his servants for treatment. Then he stared at Chen Fei coldly and said in a cold voice: "You are so brave. You are here to kill my Song family's children in public."

Chen Fei looked at Song Qiyuan coldly and said, "You Song family members compete with me on the martial arts platform, and he lost."

"According to the rules, they let me deal with it."

"He is my son, you dare to do it!" Song Qiyuan gritted his teeth and furiously glared at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei's face was still cold and did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward and continued: "Rules are rules. If they lose, they will die."

"You are so brave!" Song Qiyuan shouted loudly, and dozens of people from the Song family instantly drew out their weapons and stared fiercely at Chen Fei.

The war is about to break out.

Such a scene made Zong Han, Chen Ziling and the others worried and wanted to persuade Chen Fei, but in the end they didn't say anything.

When Chen Fei saw this scene, he frowned slightly, glanced at the Song family members in front of him, and then looked at the person in charge on one side and asked, "The Song family is openly violating the rules of the fighting station and is so unruly behavior, don't you care?"

"Here, ahem, we--" The person in charge paused, looked at Song Qiyuan, and said, "Song Qiyuan, Mr. Song Wen was indeed defeated on the fighting platform just now. According to the rules, the winner can handle the defeat at will."

"Of course, life is at stake. If everyone sits down and talks and resolves peacefully, it would be better." The person in charge vaguely smoothed out the situation.

But Song Qiyuan did not give him any face and said in a deep voice: "I don't care about that much. Song Wen is my son. Whoever dares to touch him is to be an enemy of my Song family."

"Now, who wants to say anything?"

Faced with Song Qiyuan's questioning, the passers-by immediately bowed their heads and retreated one by one, saying that the matter was nothing to do with him.

Some people who are active even turned their eyes and curled up with the Song family.

"Has Mr. Wen been on the fighting stage? I didn't see it just now."

"Yes, he said that Young Master Wen had agreed to compete at the Martial Arts Battle Station, but Young Master Wen didn't even go to the Martial Arts Battle Station!"

"I saw that only this outsider stepped down and took action against Wen Shao."

"Yes, the martial arts competition in the Taiwan Strait may be a one-sided statement from some people, just an excuse."

………

This group of people shamelessly denied the existence of the martial arts competition, saying that they did not know about this.

Some people even turned black and white into the culprit.

For a moment, a craze forcing Chen Fei was set off on the scene.

Chen Fei looked at all this coldly, turned his head to look at the person in charge, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this the rules set by the Zhenwu family?"

"Ahem, this, I--" The person in charge's eyes flashed and there was no response.

Indeed, for him, it would be completely unworthy of his loss to offend a big family like the Song family for a ignorant outsider.

This made Chen Fei sneer in such a way.

"Okay, okay, it's worthy of being the Zhenwu family and the martial arts family."

"It seems that I understand one truth. No matter where I am, fists are the hard truth." Chen Fei sneered.

Song Qiyuan sneered proudly: "It's good that you understand."

"Since that's the case, now I'll surrender, otherwise-"

Just when Song Qiyuan spoke out arrogantly and was about to ask Chen Fei to accept the punishment.

Suddenly, Chen Fei's figure flashed, and a afterimage was pulled out, and he broke out into the air with a swagger.

Then, a "ah" scream rang out.

"Uh--" Song Qiyuan was stunned, then turned his head and saw his son Song Wen not far away, falling into a pool of blood in astonishment.

"Wen'er, no--" Song Qiyuan rushed over, hugged his son, and shouted wildly.

But the son in his arms gradually dissipated and his body became cold.

"Chen Fei, you, you killed my son. I want to kill you, I want to tear you into pieces." The angry Song Qiyuan shouted wildly, glared at Chen Fei fiercely, gritted his teeth, and seemed to be going crazy.
Chapter completed!