Song Wen emerged from the sword formation in Xi Fei's direction, racing straight toward her.
Xi Fei could not help but feel a surge of delight at the sight.
The enormous orchid-blue dragon she had formed to attack the sword formation curled its tail and lashed it toward Song Wen.
Facing the giant dragon that radiated bone-piercing cold, Song Wen neither dodged nor evaded. He allowed the dragon's tail to strike him, and his fleshly body exploded into pieces.
He had deliberately left the sword formation because he wanted to keep Wen Xuan and the other two behind.
While inside the sword formation, he had already seen that, with Ying Wu's strength, even with him as a "burden," she could defeat the three. But killing all three of them would be quite difficult.
After all, once the three realized things had gone wrong, there was no way they would not flee!
Moreover, Ying Wu did not seem determined to kill all three of them.
Ying Wu's thinking was likely: kill them if she could; if not, it did not matter.
But Song Wen intended to slaughter all three.
If any of them escaped alive—especially Wen Xuan or Xi Fei—they would certainly not let the matter rest and would surely seek every means to retaliate.
As a Body Integration Realm elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Ying Wu was not worried about their retaliation. Even if it alarmed Mahayana Realm cultivators from the Azure Flame Sect and brought them to Southern Nether Province for revenge, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion would naturally shield her.
But Song Wen could not afford that.
If the three gathered allies and lay in wait for him where Thunder Hou appeared, not only would he fail to obtain Thunder Hou blood, his very life could