The three of us were stunned by Song Heting's stunt. Song Xingchen kicked the pillar next to him so his Tang Sword fell into his hand. 

Wiping the blade with his sleeve, he got back into battle.

Song Jie assumed a fighting stance as well. "Song Yang-gege, Song Xingchen and I will hold off my mother. Run!"

"Dream on!" sneered Song Heting.

She kicked the weapon on the ground — the pike drew an arc in the air and landed firmly in her hand. 

“Run!” Song Xingchen shouted.

"I'll wait for you at the mountain pass,” I nodded.

"Don't bother waiting for me. We won’t go!" he yelled in return.

With that, the two joined hands and charged towards Song Heting, sparks and silver glints dancing all over the room, the air thick with murder.

I gritted my teeth as I ran out of the manor, led by the...