The Ghost-Head Long Saber, wrapped in rolling corpse qi, was like a meteor trailing a long black tail of flame as it charged fiercely toward the Stinger Needle.
Yet the imposing Ghost-Head Long Saber was utterly unable to withstand the Stinger Needle, which displayed not the slightest hint of power.
The instant the two met—
The Ghost-Head Long Saber was sent flying, and the surging corpse qi around it scattered with it.
The Stinger Needle continued unabated, piercing through the corpse qi filling the sky and arriving before Song Wen in an instant.
At some point, Song Wen had already gripped the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword tightly in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword slashed horizontally.
"Clang!"
The clash of metal rang out like thunder exploding, sending visible ripples of energy spreading through the air.
The Stinger Needle could advance no farther, but neither was it knocked away.
Its needlepoint, honed to the utmost sharpness, pressed tightly against the sword's edge.
The two tore madly at each other.
Magic power surged around Song Wen as his wrist remained steady, and he pressed the sword edge down.
"Buzz—"
The Stinger Needle gave a tremble like a mournful cry. At last, it lost its sharp momentum and spun as it flew backward.
Yet an afterimage detached from the Stinger Needle, completely ignoring the soaring sword intent bursting from the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, and shot straight into Song Wen's glabella.
A cold sneer flashed through the Insect Mother's eyes at the sight.
Ying Wu's expression changed drastically as well, and she hurriedly lunged toward Song Wen.
"Extreme Yin, are you all right?"
As she spoke, Ying Wu moved to support him, as though afraid something might happen to Song Wen.
But Song Wen spoke calmly.