Seeing Ji Yue's body swaying unsteadily, how could Song Wen let such a perfect opportunity slip away?
His figure shot forward more than ten feet in an instant. With a thrust of the short sword in his hand, he drove it straight into the back of Ji Yue's head.
A sharp aura abruptly erupted from the blade's edge, instantly shredding Ji Yue's skull, then her neck, her chest...
A bloody hole suddenly exploded in Ji Yue's lower abdomen.
A tiny figure barely an inch tall shot out of the bloody hole, its face full of terror. It turned into an afterimage too swift for the naked eye to catch and fled into the distance.
Song Wen was slightly taken aback.
He had not expected Ji Yue's divine soul to evade his earlier strike, slip into her dantian, and flee while carrying her Nascent Soul.
This could only mean that, the moment the circulation of spiritual power through her meridians became chaotic, Ji Yue had made the snap decision to abandon her fleshly body and escape.
Otherwise, when Song Wen's sword had plunged straight into Ji Yue's head, her divine soul would already have been ground to pieces by the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword.
"Ji Yue, where do you think you're running?!"
With a furious roar from Song Wen, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword tore through the air and shot after Ji Yue.
Ji Yue's Nascent Soul fled extremely quickly, clearly faster than an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, and far faster than when she still possessed her fleshly body.
But no matter how fast she was, she could not outrun a flying sword.
Seeing the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, its black gleam flickering, rapidly drawing closer, Ji Yue hurriedly opened her mouth and cried out.
"Yuan Rong, save me!"
At the same