Yuan Rong moved like wind and lightning, rapidly closing in on Song Wen.
One hand curled into a claw, he lunged straight for Song Wen's face.
Since "Gou Jun" was no longer fleeing, he would crush this ant with his own hands.
A pitch-black short sword suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.
As spiritual power continuously flowed into it, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword emitted a faint black glow.
Song Wen circulated all the spiritual power in his body and gathered his full strength. Gripping the short sword, he slashed at Yuan Rong, who had already closed in.
"The Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword! You dare wield this sword before me?!" Yuan Rong flew into a rage, gritting his teeth. "A mere ant, even holding a divine artifact, is nothing more than a child swinging a sledgehammer!"
Yuan Rong neither dodged nor evaded. His hooked claws glinted with a golden sheen as they met the blade head-on.
Clang!
The ring of metal against metal shook the heavens.
Song Wen felt a tremendous force carrying sharp sword intent crash into him.
The sword intent instantly shredded the flesh from his sword-wielding left hand, leaving it bloody and mangled, white bones exposed.
The short sword flew from his grasp, hurtling high into the sky behind him.
Unable to withstand that immense force, Song Wen was sent flying back like a kite with its string cut. He flew dozens of li before barely stabilizing himself.
Yuan Rong stood suspended in the air. Though he appeared to hold every advantage, droplets of blood had already seeped from between his fingers.
The Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword was, after all, a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure. Even if Song Wen could not unleash much of its power, and even if Yuan Rong's cultivation exceeded Song Wen's by an