The giant's foot swung forward again.
Song Wanníng's face darkened. She cursed under her breath and quickly retreated, soaring upward. She stopped after rising more than forty meters and looked down. Despite her injuries, she remained calm. Coldly, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Feng Jinchuan held such a devastating move but only used it when cornered. It must come with a backlash, impossible to use lightly. Perhaps if she could stall until the effect of that move faded, she could solve this problem.
The enmity between her and the Feng family was now an unbreakable life-and-death feud. The only solution was to eliminate the root of the problem. Otherwise, the next time Feng Jinchuan went out, disciples of the Song family would suffer.
"Hmph, prepare to die!"
A muffled voice emerged from the giant, full of cold murderous intent.
With a powerful leap, the giant also soared into the air.
"!!!!!!"
Song Wanníng cursed silently, shifting her form with incredible speed. She hadn't found the giant's weakness yet. Blindly attacking would only waste spiritual energy. So she silently recited her body movement techniques, pushing her speed to the limit.
The giant's repeated attacks missed. Frustration and anger flared as it roared and lunged again. Even through the stone body, Song Wanníng could feel Feng Jinchuan's killing intent burning like a death stare.
She had ruined all his plans, eating away at his heart. No matter if she turned his bones to ashes, it couldn't quench his fury. "Feng Jinchuan, you can't defeat me. Even with your ultimate move, you still can't kill me! Too bad your comrades died because of your blind arrogance.
If you didn't harbor ill will toward the Song family, none of them would have suffered this tragedy! They all died because of you, because of your baseless vanity!"
Did he really want to bring the whole clan out safely?
No, it was more about satisfying his inner challenge and personal achievement. Now the Feng family's downfall was an undeniable fact. Even if Feng Jinchuan survived, the family was finished. "The Feng family is completely buried by your own hands. You will become the sinner of the Feng family!"
Those last words drove Feng Jinchuan into madness. His eyes turned blood red, and he charged at Song Wanníng like a maniac. The more frenzied he became, the more chaotic his attacks were, repeatedly missing.
Song Wanníng dodged while swallowing pills, her expression still calm and composed. She had time to outlast him but feared he wouldn't.
...
Time passed quickly, and the giant's movements slowed.
Feng Jinchuan finally regained his composure, returning to his initial strength.
Bang!
Song Wanníng was struck and blasted away again. She crashed into the formation barrier and bounced back.
Feng Jinchuan charged again, his fierce palm wind wounding her once more.
"Ugh!"
Song Wanníng muffled a grunt, swallowing the metallic taste of blood before flying back.
Feng Jinchuan's recovery was faster than she expected. Now he attacked with a desperate resolve to take her down with him, putting her at a disadvantage.
No matter how she countered, she couldn't break through the giant's stone body. The stones seemed made of some unknown, incredibly tough material. Thinking quickly, she threw a handful of explosive talismans at the giant, buying herself a brief respite.
The talismans detonated, shaking the formation dangerously. Yet the giant only suffered minor scratches with no real damage. Her brow furrowed with frustration. At this rate, the formation would collapse first.
If Feng Jinchuan escaped, she would never find him again. She had to fight head-on. Endless hiding was useless.
Song Wanníng quickly activated her defensive artifacts to shield herself from serious injury. Then she reached into her spirit sea and pulled out the legacy of Mo Yang Xiānjūn.
Mo Yang Xiānjūn's legacy was swordsmanship—the path she had always pursued.
Only swordsmanship might be able to shatter the giant.
She decided to gamble everything.
A ruthless glint flashed in Song Wanníng's eyes. She swung her longsword toward the giant.
In her spirit sea, a silent book opened.
A familiar figure appeared in midair once again. He stood with sword in hand, as if sensing Song Wanníng's plight.
"The world is vast and boundless. Without breaking, there is no standing."
A whisper echoed from the horizon. Mo Yang Xiānjūn raised his longsword and slashed down.
Before her eyes, a towering mountain appeared, soaring into the clouds, limitless in size. Where the sword light touched, the mountain trembled, then collapsed with a thunderous roar.
In just a blink, only rubble remained.
Song Wanníng's heart shook. Such a majestic mountain destroyed by a single sword—how immense was that power?
Excitement sparked in her eyes.
The sword technique echoed in her mind. She swung her sword again, and the giant was the only target left. Her irritation vanished. With one swing, the giant was struck.
A deep gash appeared across the giant's body. Although the damage was still slight, it was much deeper than the previous scratch.
Song Wanníng's gaze sharpened. As she prepared another strike, the giant swung its palm.
She chose not to dodge. Instead, she struck again.
The process of grasping the legacy was tedious and long. She had to calm her mind.
Boom!
The giant was hit again, the scar deepening.
Song Wanníng was blasted away once more, bouncing on the formation barrier before regaining altitude.
Strike.
Giant's counterattack.
Strike again.
Counterattack again.
Strike again.
Counterattack again.
...
The cycle repeated, both descending into madness.
Bang!
Song Wanníng crashed to the ground, blood covering her body. Several ribs were broken. Her face was pale. Her body swayed, barely standing.
The giant was in better shape. Though scratched, it moved with surprising agility and strength. Yet its attacks seemed noticeably weaker.
Inside the giant, Feng Jinchuan was anxious. Despite her injuries, Song Wanníng had countless top-tier pills. Just when it seemed she would collapse, she'd swallow one and instantly regain vitality, driving him mad. If he couldn't kill Song Wanníng soon, once his energy depleted, he would be doomed. Filled with determination, Feng Jinchuan commanded the giant to charge again.
Song Wanníng's eyes darkened as she swung her longsword again. With each strike, the image of Mo Yang Xiānjūn wielding his sword appeared before her. The more she understood, the less spiritual fluctuation her sword attacks caused, but their power grew stronger.