As Song Wen watched the Nascent Soul flee into the distance, a flash of understanding crossed his eyes. He immediately realized he had been deceived.
The Blood Sacrifice Technique Chi Pei had used had never restored his magical power to its peak. That had merely been an illusion Chi Pei deliberately created to mislead him into believing Chi Pei had the strength to contend with him.
Chi Pei had then acted as though he intended to fight to the death, but that, too, had been a bluff to secure a chance to escape.
Chi Pei's Nascent Soul was so fast that even magical treasures would struggle to catch him.
Song Wen made a snap decision. He raised his right hand and struck the top of his own head.
His head exploded, and his flesh instantly withered into a desiccated corpse that fell from the sky.
When Song Wen reappeared, he was already over a hundred li away, directly blocking the fleeing Nascent Soul's path several li ahead.
"Chi Pei, you cannot escape."
A vast surge of corpse qi suddenly poured out of Song Wen.
The corpse qi spread rapidly, forming a towering wall.
Panic flashed through the Nascent Soul's eyes. He turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Yet another enormous wall, this one of blood, came surging toward him from behind.
The walls of blood and corpse qi extended in every direction and steadily closed in, cutting off every route around the Nascent Soul-front, back, left, right, above, and below.
Seeing that escape was impossible, despair flashed through Chi Pei's eyes, only to be swiftly replaced by madness.
His Nascent Soul abruptly swelled, radiating blinding bloody light as terrifying waves of energy erupted from within him.
"Still trying to detonate your Nascent Soul? Dream on!"
Song Wen seemed to