"Gu Huang, you really are heartless as a wolf and cruel as a dog. You would stand by and watch even your lover die!" Rong Luan said mockingly.
Song Wen's expression remained indifferent, utterly unmoved.
"Rong Luan, there is no need for these little tricks. Why would I mutilate myself for a woman? Your lamp is out and your oil is spent. Why not take your own life and leave yourself some dignity?"
"Take my own life? Dignity? I, Rong Luan, have roamed the cultivation world for over twenty thousand years and slaughtered countless people. Even if I am about to die, I have not yet fallen so low as to need to kill myself!" Rong Luan shouted coldly.
With a light beckoning gesture, the black spear shot out from the rocks below.
Catching the spear, Rong Luan soared upward and lunged straight at Song Wen above.
Looks like I'll have to waste another Death-Substitute Puppet.
Watching the murderous Rong Luan, Song Wen murmured inwardly.
But at that moment, Rong Luan's aura suddenly plummeted once more, and the fierce corpse qi erupting from her body deflated along with it.
Pfft!
Another mouthful of thick, black blood sprayed from her lips.
Her body swayed violently in midair, nearly falling.
Compared to before, her aura weakened even more sharply, directly dropping below the Mahayana realm and reaching the Integrated Body Peak Stage. Nor did it stop there—it continued to fall.
"Heh heh heh..."
Wild laughter rang out from Song Wen in the sky.
"Senior Rong Luan, it seems you can no longer hold on!"
As soon as Song Wen finished speaking, the blood mist and bloody rain filling the heavens converged toward that blood seal. In the blink of an eye, a thousand-mile sea of blood formed once more.
"Go!"
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