Song Wen's gaze tightened slightly as he watched the sword light steadily close in.
Though this strike had been launched while Yuan Rong was distracted, it had been fueled by rage and could not be underestimated.
The wings on Song Wen's back gave a slight tremor, firing two silver bolts of lightning as thick as water vats.
The two bolts tore through the air and struck the incoming sword light at the same time.
The lightning exploded, turning into countless tiny arcs that raced in all directions through the air.
The sword light, meanwhile, was blasted away by the lightning.
"Mid-stage Mahayana?!"
A flash of astonishment crossed the eyes of all four people on the battlefield.
The instant Song Wen made his move, his cultivation aura had been completely exposed.
"Yang Yu, I never expected that you had concealed your strength from beginning to end. You are quite deep-minded," Yuan Rong said.
His words echoed the thoughts in Ji Yue and Xuan Li's hearts.
They firmly believed that Song Wen had deliberately hidden his strength. None of them considered that, after merely a dozen or so days apart, someone could break through the bottleneck of early-stage Mahayana and advance to mid-stage Mahayana.
Feng Zhongli alone found it utterly unbelievable.
She had personally seen Song Wen fight with all his strength.
She could not possibly have been mistaken. At that time, Song Wen had only been at early-stage Mahayana.
She truly could not understand how Song Wen's cultivation could have soared so dramatically in such a short time. Yet the tense battle before them allowed her no time for further thought.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong, please do not attack again. I said earlier that I merely came over out of curiosity to take a look. Since the four of you do