Even as Ye Pi dealt with Shi Sanniang, he was already closing in on Song Wen.
But what greeted him was the hundred-zhang bronze mace.
Bearing the force of ten thousand tons, the bronze mace crashed down like a toppling mountain.
Yet Ye Pi did not use the Ghost-Faced Shield again. Instead, he clenched both hands into fists and met the bronze mace head-on.
Clang-
His black-scaled fists struck the bronze mace; with a dull hum, the mace was sent flying backward.
Ye Pi merely faltered slightly before continuing his charge toward Song Wen, mocking him as he went.
"By trying to kill me, you're indirectly helping Shi Sanniang. Yet all she wants is to save her own skin. She couldn't care less whether you live or die. Don't you find yourself pathetic and laughable?"
As he spoke, those strands of Origin Qi had already dragged Shi Sanniang's soul to his side.
As Ye Pi withdrew the Origin Qi, a Soul Bottle suddenly appeared before him, and he stuffed Shi Sanniang's soul inside.
Then the Soul Bottle floated on its own and slipped into Ye Pi's sleeve.
Throughout the entire process of capturing Shi Sanniang's soul, Ye Pi had not slowed in the slightest. By now, he was only a few dozen li from Song Wen.
A savage smile spread across his face.
"Die!"
Ye Pi swept out both claws, reaching for Song Wen's face and chest.
A smile also appeared on Song Wen's face, and he cast a meaningful glance at Ye Pi's sleeve.
Shi Sanniang's soul had been imprisoned.
The Soul Bottle blocked a soul's perception, meaning she could no longer sense anything outside.
Song Wen no longer needed to fight with his hands and feet bound.
The Thunder Kui Wings suddenly appeared behind Song Wen, and purple