"Any last words?" Song Changsheng asked, his expression indifferent as he gently rubbed his fingers together.
Upon hearing this, the white-haired and white-bearded Foundation Establishment Cultivator fell to his knees before Song Changsheng with a THUD. He pleaded, "Clan Leader Song, if you must kill someone, kill this old man! They are just children! I beg you, Clan Leader Song, have mercy and grant them a path to survival. This old man guarantees they will never oppose the Song Clan again for the rest of their lives."
Song Changsheng's gaze slowly swept over the young people. He finally let out a soft sigh and said, "Your guarantee... is worthless."
The moment his words fell, a ferocious look appeared on the Foundation Establishment Cultivator's face. Wielding a short blade, he suddenly lunged, stabbing straight for Song Changsheng's heart.
