Nothing More Than This, Overt and Covert Strife

"What is Xianghu doing? He still hasn't taken down a mere Late Purple Mansion Stage Cultivator after all this time!"

Song Wuji's gaze shifted back and forth between the two battlefields, his mood growing somewhat irritated.

More and more people had gathered at the scene. Half an hour had already passed since the two had come to challenge the mountain; given how quickly news traveled through Great Qian, who knew how far word had spread by now.

The longer they dragged this out, the more disadvantageous it became for them.

A group of Song Clan Elders looked at each other. Anyone with eyes could see that Song Xianghu had already gone all out. Unfortunately, that woman's movement technique was simply too swift. Though Song Xianghu held the advantage in cultivation, his fists were like striking cotton, leaving him able to unleash only seventy percent of his strength.

If that woman truly wanted to leave, Song Xianghu would probably be left eating her dust.

"Patriarch, why don't we..."

A Song Clan Elder's eyes flickered as he made a gesture indicating they should swarm them together.

Hearing his proposal, Song Wuji was somewhat tempted. But as he looked at the sea of black below, he ultimately suppressed the restless impulse in his heart.

"Wait a little longer. Wait a little longer." He still harbored hopes for Song Yuqing, firmly believing that Song Yuqing, giving it his all, could create a miracle.

Little did he know that Song Qingxing would soon shatter those hopes.

"Chi—"

Beneath the clear sky, ten-thousand-foot sword qi erupted. Tens of thousands of phantom swords appeared around Song Qingxing, and everything within a hundred li was shrouded beneath his resplendent sword might.

Song Yuqing's expression was grave. This was the most powerful strike since the battle began, and even