Song Wen looked at the Ant King charging toward him, a mocking sneer appearing on his face.
Like a moth flying into the flames—seeking its own death!
With a flick of his right hand, a palm-length dagger appeared in Song Wen's grasp.
As the Ant King drew near and swung its massive mandibles down to bite him, Song Wen neither dodged nor retreated. The dagger in his hand suddenly slashed out.
The Ant King's mandibles were like two heavy iron pincers, viciously clamping down toward Song Wen's waist.
A green shield condensed by the Mount Tai Ring covered Song Wen from head to toe.
The Ant King felt as though it had bitten into metal forged through a thousand hammerings. It could not budge it in the slightest.
Instead, a powerful rebounding force surged back, making its mandibles ache sharply.
Just then, the blade flashed.
The short blade in Song Wen's hand struck the side of the Ant King's head.
Even the shell that Mo Yexue's life-bound flying sword, comparable to a top-grade magic treasure, could not damage was as fragile as rotten wood before the short blade. It was effortlessly torn open, exposing the pale white tissue within.
The sharp energy emitted by the Soul-Splitting Blade invaded the Ant King's skull through the gash, grinding the tissue in nearly half its head into pulp.
The Ant King possessed tenacious vitality and did not die at once, but it squealed miserably in agony.
Its body also spun out of control and plummeted to the ground below, sending rocks flying everywhere.
Unable to bear the excruciating pain, the Ant King flailed its six long limbs wildly, churning the surrounding ground into a complete mess.
"Despicable humans! You go back on your word and break your promises—you will surely be spurned by