Ying Wu slid down from the Kui Bull's back. Seeing Song Wen flying toward her, a smile instantly blossomed across her face.
"Extreme Yin, it's only been a few years, and the moment I returned, I helped you solve a huge problem." Ying Wu's tone was smug, like a little girl seeking credit and a reward.
Song Wen landed beside Ying Wu.
As for the others from the Divine Blood Sect, they merely watched from afar, not daring to approach.
Song Wen casually glanced at the Kui Bull lying prone on the ground before turning his gaze to Ying Wu, a smile appearing on his face.
"Ying Wu, you truly made me see you in a new light this time. Then again, you have always been so exceptionally gifted."
Upon hearing this, Ying Wu's brows curved, and the corners of her red lips could not help but rise.
Then she changed the subject.
"By the way, I have another grand gift for you."
As she spoke, she raised her foot and lightly kicked the Kui Bull's belly.
As though no communication was needed, the Kui Bull understood Ying Wu's meaning.
The next instant, two clusters of lightning shot over from afar.
Within those two clusters of lightning were Bi Jing, grievously wounded, and Qing Yuan, with only his divine soul remaining.
"I'll leave them to you. I presume... you'll be satisfied with this grand gift." Ying Wu spoke meaningfully.
Qing Yuan, a sword cultivator, had only his divine soul left, while Bi Jing, who cultivated the Corpse King Reincarnation Art, had merely suffered grievous injuries.
How could Song Wen fail to understand the meaning beneath Ying Wu's words?
"Ying Wu, thank you."
Song Wen cupped his hands and spoke solemnly.
Ying Wu was just about to speak.
Snort!
The Kui