Wu Lingzhu held a short sword and thrust it straight at Song Wen's face.
The short sword shot forward, a cold glint at its tip leading the way.
Yet when it came within an inch of Song Wen's brow, the tip struck as though against walls of bronze and iron. A faint spiritual glow blocked it, preventing it from advancing even a fraction.
Instead, a terrifying recoil traveled along the blade, sending searing pain through Wu Lingzhu's sword hand. The web between her thumb and forefinger split instantly, blood pouring out.
"A Void Refinement cultivator!"
Wu Lingzhu's eyes widened, terror surging through her heart.
She was about to pull back and retreat when she saw a smile bloom on "Jiang Yushan's" face, mere inches from her own.
It was an exceptionally happy smile, his mouth spreading wide to reveal two neat rows of teeth.
But to Wu Lingzhu, that smile was eerie and ferocious, making her hair stand on end.
Just then, a large hand shot toward her like lightning. Before Wu Lingzhu could react, it seized her long, snow-white neck.
The hand was like an iron vise, seemingly intent on crushing her neck outright.
Immediately afterward, a powerful surge of magical power flowed down that arm and poured into her body. Like a raging flood, it rampaged through her, instantly scattering the magical power that had been circulating in orderly fashion through her meridians.
Wu Lingzhu's vision darkened, thunderous buzzing filled her ears, and her limbs went limp. She lost consciousness and passed out.
Wu Qinghan suffered exactly the same fate. First, the short sword she thrust at Song Wen's chest was blocked by his protective magical power. Then his other hand seized her neck, and she too fell unconscious.
Without pausing, Song Wen soared upward, burst through the