Outside the poisonous fog.
At the Song family's camp.
Song Yuansi clutched his chest as anger flashed in his eyes. The front of his shirt had already cracked, and it was a sword mark.
Beside him stood his brother, who was also another Noble Realm cultivator of the Song family, Song Yuanding.
His eldest son, Song Tian, stood in front of the two of them and bowed respectfully.
Opposite him was a swordsman who looked like a handsome young master.
The reason why he was a swordsman was because he exuded an extremely sharp aura, like a sharp blade that soared into the sky. Just by being stared at by him, one would feel their hair stand on end, as if a sharp sword was pointing at their throat.
The swordsman put down the cold sword in his hand and looked at Song Tian, revealing a warm smile. "We're on the same side. We almost struck the wrong person. The Demon Suppression Division is doing something. You guys can retreat to the side and wait."