Within the dark clouds high above, a resplendent heavenly might and a vast, mountain-heavy pressure seeped forth, making Fierce Nightmare and Huo Ming's hearts quake as instinctive fear welled up within them.
Fortunately, the lightning in the clouds gathered without striking, and did not descend again.
Just then, a figure came racing from beneath the distant storm clouds.
"Fellow Daoist, it seems there is some misunderstanding between us..." Fierce Nightmare said hastily, staring at the approaching figure.
The newcomer was naturally Song Wen.
As he rapidly drew closer, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared before him and shot toward the two men ahead at even greater speed.
"There is no misunderstanding. You two are precisely the ones I intend to kill."
Despair immediately flashed through Fierce Nightmare's eyes. With the other party's strength, he stood no chance of resisting.
Yet in the next instant, the despair in his eyes turned into ruthless savagery.
With a sudden exertion of his hand, he hurled Huo Ming, whom he had been holding, toward the incoming cold gleam.
He himself used the momentum to retreat violently backward, while billowing blood mist rose around him and gradually swallowed his figure.
"Heh! Blood Escape Technique!"
Song Wen's somewhat disdainful voice reached Huo Ming's ears.
Yet Huo Ming paid it no heed, his eyes fixed desperately upon the short blade inches from his face.
The blade was no more than a foot long and hovered before his brow. As its sharp radiance flickered, it stabbed pain into his face and tore open bloody cuts across it.
"Young Master Huo, it seems this guard of yours is not particularly loyal."
Huo Ming suddenly jolted awake at those words, only then realizing that Song Wen had somehow come within several yards of him.
"Senior... this junior..."
Before he