After Carl finished speaking, the battle on the other side was also coming to an end.
Even though Song Tian’s strength was outstanding among True Essence Realm Martial Artists, he was ultimately a major Realm below Shi Tao and quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Hearing Carl’s plea for mercy, Song Tian hesitated for a moment, feigned an attack, and then directly fled outside.
He didn’t believe his own ancestor had been harmed, but Chen Fan’s strength far surpassed his expectations. If he stayed, he had no chance of winning, so it was better to leave this troubled place and find a way to contact his own ancestor.
The fallen Song Wu and others had a tinge of sorrow in their eyes.
But they knew this was the best course of action. If the elder brother escaped and found the Seventh Ancestor, that would be best. If not, he would quickly return to the family and inform the other two ancestors, and they might have a slim chance of survival.
"Where are you running to!"
Shi Tao shouted and hurried to chase after him.
However, a figure was even faster than him.
In the blink of an eye, Song Tian returned.
Of course, it wasn’t voluntary; he was paralyzed by Chen Fan at his acupoints and was brought back like a toy, casually thrown into the hall.
Immediately, the hall fell silent, and Chang Fei and the others present let out a sigh of relief.
The crisis at headquarters was considered resolved.
However, a greater problem followed: how to deal with these guys?
Kill them all?
If that happened, the Song Family and Chen Fan, as well as the association, would be in an eternal blood feud.
If unlucky, the other two Celestial Realm Martial Artists of the Song Family would rush here upon hearing the news, eager to level this place to the ground.
And Carl’s death would have even more dire consequences.
The Revival Association’s power far exceeded that of the Song Family. Excluding Carl, there were still six others with power equivalent to Yan Country’s Celestial Realm Martial Artists, two of whom were comparable to Mid-stage Celestial Realm Martial Artists.
The most troubling part was that these people, despite being from different families, were very united. If they learned of Carl’s death, they would certainly come for revenge in full force.
This doesn’t even consider some Yan Country Noble Families who were on good terms with them. With such a big event, they surely wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.
This meant that once Carl’s death got out, at least ten Celestial Realm Martial Artists would come, with at least four being Mid-stage.
How could the headquarters withstand this?
Even Elder Wang, in this case, would be like an ant trying to stop a cart, overestimating himself.
But not killing them, would the other side be grateful?
Even a three-year-old would know that’s impossible.
Chen Fan had just said that the Song Family’s ancestor died at his hands—they would definitely believe it after seeing how he subdued Carl, proving he had the strength.
Song Tian and the others might not believe it at first, but once they returned and couldn’t contact their ancestor for a long time, they would understand.
A Celestial Realm Martial Artist had died!
This was not something comparable to the previously deceased Song Gang.
Even if the Song Family wanted to let it go, public opinion wouldn’t allow them to, let alone normal human nature—no one would let the murder of a close kin go unpunished.
As for Carl?
Don’t forget, the Feng Country person who came with him also died.
And they just witnessed how shameless he was earlier.
Once he went back, he would surely exaggerate the situation to tell others, and by then, the Revival Association would still be their enemy, only less overtly.
So, killing them was bad, not killing them was also bad.
Even Shi Tao felt his head was splitting at the moment.
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At that moment, Ling Yu noticed the sudden quiet outside and felt a bit panicked.
What was happening? Why did it suddenly go silent?
Had the Song Family lost?
What happened to that Carl from Feng Country? He suddenly remembered Carl begging for mercy earlier.
And what about the Song Family’s ancestor? Since chasing out earlier, he hadn’t returned for a long time. Could it be, just as that Chen said, he was already dead?
Ling Yu shivered, feeling a frigid chill all over his body, as if he were in icy snow.
Impossible, right? Two Celestial Realm Martial Artists couldn’t kill one guy named Chen?
So useless?
"Cough."
A cough broke the silence in the hall.
Song Tian coughed up blood and glared at Chen Fan with hatred, saying, "Boy, I admit I underestimated you. If I had known, I would have asked the three ancestors of the family to come together. Unfortunately, there’s no regret medicine in this world. Come, kill me."
"Big brother!"
Hearing his words, Song Wu and the others were shocked.
At this moment, as the fish on the cutting board, it was unwise to provoke the opponent further.
Chen Fan, however, coldly smiled and said, "Do you think I don’t dare?"
"Then do it."
Song Tian fearlessly said, "As the Patriarch of the Song Family, if I blink, I’m your grandchild!"
Other members of the Song Family were gradually infected by his fearless attitude.
"That’s right, boy, if you have the guts, kill us all! Don’t worry, we’ll be waiting for you in the afterlife!"
"Hahaha, not just you, but Shi Tao and all of you here won’t escape! Our ancestors will avenge us!"
"Come on? Do it! Or are you too scared to act?"