"Mystic Thunder Nine Heavens Escape Art!"
Ji Yue recognized Song Wen's escape art at a glance. Hearing his threat, her already furious expression became even more ferocious.
"No matter who you are or what status you hold in the Divine Blood Sect, you are doomed to die today!"
Before her words had faded, a short halberd appeared before Ji Yue.
The halberd was no more than half a zhang long, its entire body gleaming with golden light.
With a slight tremor, it shot forth.
As the short halberd tore through the air, streaks of golden lightning gradually burst from its surface.
The lightning serpents grew increasingly dense, swiftly forming a bolt of golden lightning that hurtled straight toward Song Wen.
Sensing the short halberd rapidly closing in from behind, Song Wen could not help but sigh inwardly.
It won't be so easy to get away today!
He had no choice but to slow his escape art and once again pour all his strength into the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword in his hand.
The sword gave a clear cry as it slashed toward the halberd!
Sword and halberd collided in midair.
The next instant, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword was sent flying back by an immense force.
The short halberd's momentum weakened slightly, but it continued shooting toward Song Wen.
As if he had anticipated this, dozens of scarlet tentacles surged from Song Wen's back and lashed wildly at the short halberd.
After one deafening boom after another, the scarlet tentacles continually shattered.
The short halberd's power was also steadily worn down. In the end, its force was exhausted, and it was whipped away.
"As expected of someone from the Divine Blood Sect—you do have some skill. I did underestimate you earlier. However..."
Ji Yue's tone changed as she instructed Zhu