Peerless Taoist

Even the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Yan Sui, had been mobilized by him to personally capture Song Xuanwu. Even a normal person would dare to feel some respect for him.    

However, what Lu Yu saw was Song Xuanwu's incomparable arrogance.    

That kind of arrogant attitude was not fake at all. Song Xuanwu must be extremely arrogant. He didn't even put Yan Sui in his eyes.    

"Don't force me to use the Song Clan's martial art. Come over and admit your mistake. I am angry!" Song Xuan-Wu shouted with a dark face.    

"Do you want to die? How dare you talk to me like that?"    

Lu Yu raised his finger and tapped on the armrest.    

A terrifying force suddenly descended like Mount Tai, pressing down on Song Xuanwu's body. The sudden suppression caught Song Xuanwu off guard. He screamed and fell to the floor on his knees.    

"- Puff! -"    

Song Xuanwu couldn't bear the suppression. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.    

"Stop! You made a big mistake!"    

"Our young master has a golden body! You lowly thing, stop it now!"    

Now that the officials of the Song Family knew that Lu Yu was only a High Scholar, they no longer cared and started to scold him.    

However, when Lu Yu's gaze swept across them, a similarly terrifying pressure suddenly assaulted them. The group of Song Family officials were caught off guard and all of them spat out blood and fell to the ground.    

"You do have some ability, but so what? I have already informed my big brother. My big brother will be here soon!"    

Song Xuan-Wu raised his head and spoke loudly, "My brother is a senior disciple of the Imperial Academy. According to his title, he is equal to you. If he comes, you are dead!"    

When he was in the Bright Moon Tower, he was suppressed by Lu Yu until he fainted. Of course, he knew Lu Yu's methods.    

However, with Song Qilin here, Song Xuanwu firmly believed that he would be safe.    

"Oh, then let Song Qilin come." Lu Yu's expression remained the same.    

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside Xianyang Palace, "I also want to know who dares to touch my Song Family!"    

The person who came was dressed in luxurious silk clothes, and there was a berserk aura between his brows. His eyes seemed to be flickering with a hint of purple lightning. It was obvious that he had a strong mana and had cultivated the Cultivation Methods to an extremely profound level.    

"Big brother, you came at the right time. Hurry up and save me!"    

Song Xuan-Wu was happy. He hurriedly said, "He dared to go against our Song Clan and hurt me. He is guilty. Hurry up and suppress him."    

"A mere High Scholar dares to make an enemy out of the Song Clan. He is simply courting death!"    

All the officials of the Song Clan agreed, "Young Master, kill this man!"    

Song Qilin heard it and his eyes lit up. Lightning and thunder appeared around him.    

"Song Qilin, are you going to stand up for them?" Lu Yu's voice sounded.    

"How dare you speak to my young master like that!" An official of the Song Family stood up angrily. "You are just a High Scholar. What right do you have to call my young master by his name?"    

"Come here and apologize to our young master!"    

The officials of the Song Family were all furious. They all stood up and started to criticize Lu Yu.    

However, right at this moment, a violent gust of wind suddenly exploded and landed heavily on the group of people.    

"Bam!"    

A dull sound echoed in the air. All the officials of the Song Clan spat out blood and fell down to the floor, howling in pain.    

"All of you shut up!" Song Qilin shouted at the officials of the Song Clan.    

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Song Qilin quickly walked in front of Lu Yu and said with a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I didn't know they provoked you."