Above a valley tens of thousands of li southwest of Auspicious Celebration City.
Song Wen swept the spear in his hand, sending out a crescent-shaped spear radiance.
The spear radiance struck the rocks in the valley, ripping open a fissure ten li deep.
The fissure was about a zhang wide and roughly a li long.
Young Master Ming stared at the torn earth, deep terror filling his eyes. For a moment, he even forgot the searing pain in his chest.
"Senior, I don't want to die. Please don't kill me. I only accidentally killed your wife... Ah..."
A shrill scream suddenly burst from his mouth.
The sword embedded in his chest suddenly moved, dragging him down toward the ground.
"My father is the Li Clan's Great Elder—Li Rui. If you let me go, he will definitely give you many treasures..."
Amid his panicked cries, Young Master Ming fell together with the flying sword into the fissure, all the way to its bottom.
The flying sword sank three inches into the stone, nailing Young Master Ming firmly to the ground.
Pain twisted Young Master Ming's pale face. He desperately writhed, seemingly trying to break free of the flying sword's restraint.
But the blade suddenly trembled, erupting with several strands of Sword Qi.
Like fine silver threads, the Sword Qi ravaged his body.
Piercing pain surged over him like a tidal wave, as though countless sharp daggers were stirring through his body at once.
Young Master Ming's vision went dark. Under the agony, even his consciousness began to blur.
He no longer dared make the slightest movement. He could only lie obediently nailed to the ground, his eyes staring in despair at the unreachable patch of sky above.
Song Wen ignored Young Master Ming. He summoned the Heaven-and-Earth Avatar and had it