Seeing that Su Wei seemed about to strike, Ming Yuan immediately braced himself as though facing a formidable enemy.
Ying Wu also stared coldly at Su Wei, a hundred and eight supreme-grade spirit treasure flying swords circling his body, their Sword Qi soaring into the heavens.
Only Song Wen grew even more deferential.
"With your strength, seniors, taking the lives of the three of us would naturally be as easy as turning over your hands. However, although neither Ying Wu nor I knows the true reason Xugeng values the Void Dragon Vine, it did, after all, come from Ying Wu. Sparing him might one day bring you unexpected benefits."
"Extreme Yin, there is some sense in what you say," Su Wei said. "I should indeed spare Ying Wu. But... you seem to have no value that warrants keeping you alive!"
Unruffled, Song Wen continued.
"Please understand, senior. Ying Wu and I are Dao companions. Our love is stronger than gold; we depend on each other in life and death, sharing fortune and calamity alike. If one of us dies, the other will never live on alone."
"Oh? Is that so?" Su Wei raised an eyebrow, her gaze drifting between Song Wen and Ying Wu, a playful note in her voice. "Then I would very much like to see how the other kills himself after I dispose of one of you!"
Song Wen's expression darkened.
She really was impervious to all persuasion.
"Fellow Daoist Ming Yuan, we are willing to join forces with you. But Ying Wu and I must first discuss a strategy. Hold off Su Wei and Qingxuanzi for now."
With that, Song Wen gave Ying Wu a meaningful look.
The two immediately sank into the surging Blood Tide.
By now, the Blood Sea had recovered its depth of