Ji Lin shook his head helplessly upon hearing Zuo Hui's words.
But the next moment, his gaze toward Song Wen turned icy.
He had not wished to clash with "Jiang Yushan," but Zuo Hui had spoken disrespectfully, and the other party seemed to have come with ill intent as well, leaving him riding a tiger with no way to dismount.
But "Jiang Yushan" was merely a Rogue Cultivator at the mid-stage of Void Refinement. Even in his current poor condition, Ji Lin did not believe the other man could pose much of a threat.
"Jiang Yushan, I do not care why you have approached me time and again. If you obediently hand over the Mountain-Devouring Rat's corpse and leave, I can spare your life."
Song Wen's expression abruptly turned cold.
To avoid putting Mo Yexue in a difficult position, he had not intended to act. But Zuo Hui and Ji Lin had provoked him one after another, instantly igniting the fury he had forcibly suppressed deep within his heart.
It was as though magma that had been compressed beneath the earth for a thousand years had suddenly burst through the restraints of the surface rock, its ferocious flames soaring to the heavens.
A foot-long short blade abruptly appeared, its cold gleam piercing the night as it shot straight for Zuo Hui's face.
Clang!
A flying sword suffused with an eerie blue chill suddenly streaked out from the side, knocking the short blade away.
"Jiang Yushan, you are courting death."
With Ji Lin's furious roar, the flying sword changed direction and flew toward Song Wen.
Ji Lin's flying sword was incomparably sharp, far beyond those of ordinary cultivators. Like a shooting star chasing the moon, it instantly closed in on Song Wen.
A vast amount of Blood Tide suddenly surged from