Qiao Mengyu's body trembled violently, her face turning pale in an instant.
The fact that the other party had approached without making a sound already showed that his strength surpassed both her and Lei Yue's.
She suddenly raised her head, staring warily toward the source of the voice.
There, a man wreathed in corpse qi and wearing a mask stood in the air not far away.
"Meng Yu, don't be afraid! I'm here!" Song Wen's steady voice rang out.
Song Wen turned to face the newcomer, shielding Qiao Mengyu behind him at the same time.
Looking at Song Wen's straight back, the panic in Qiao Mengyu's heart instantly faded by more than half.
As for her earlier doubts over Song Wen's name, she had long since cast them to the back of her mind.
"Who are you, sir? Why have you appeared here?" Song Wen asked coldly.
The newcomer was naturally the Heaven-and-Earth Avatar.
The eyes exposed through the gaps in its mask had originally been appraising Qiao Mengyu with burning interest. But when Song Wen blocked its view of her, they turned mocking.
"Youngster, this lovely little wife of yours has caught this old man's eye. Since your cultivation has not come easily, why not withdraw now? This old man will spare your life. What do you say?"
"What a grand mouth you have! You are merely at the mid-stage of Void Refinement, only one minor realm above me. Besides, cultivation does not represent strength. Who is stronger between us remains to be seen!" Song Wen retorted.
"Youngster, you are right—cultivation does not represent strength. But this old man has always been the one who defeats the strong while weak. And you, youngster, are clearly a Rogue Cultivator. I fear that this cultivation of yours is nothing but a