When the sword technique reached a silent, seamless state, it meant it had reached a minor completion. Song Wanníng's rapid comprehension was also aided by her true body outside, working alongside her clone to grasp the legacy together. This naturally sped up the process.
Boom—
Sword light collided with the giant's body again.
A loud crash echoed as a stone chunk was sliced off and fell heavily to the ground.
Feng Jinchuan's pupils shrank sharply. His gaze toward Song Wanníng turned as if he had seen a ghost. "What trick are you playing?"
He could no longer hold back his doubt and shouted angrily. This move was his ultimate life-saving card, nearly unstoppable in the lower realm.
At first, Song Wanníng couldn't touch him, so how could she suddenly injure him?
What exactly was this sword technique?
Countless questions surged inside Feng Jinchuan's mind. Now he truly regretted targeting the Song family. He had investigated before and learned the Song family was just an ordinary noble clan; their cultivators were nothing to worry about.
But now this abnormality appeared and made him regret provoking them. If not for all this, the Feng family would still exist peacefully. As long as they had strength, survival outside was easy. But because of his ambition, the whole Feng family had to pay the price. Even his sister was dead.
Feng Jinchuan's hatred grew stronger.
"Enough talk. Prepare to die!"
Song Wanníng stared coldly at Feng Jinchuan and swung her sword again. She did not fear Feng Jinchuan's self-destruction. Even if he destroyed the method to awaken the dragon vein, she would not care.
As long as she could wipe out the Feng family, the Song family could live in peace.
Therefore, Feng Jinchuan had to die.
Boom—
Boom—
Their duel quickened again, so fast that Bai Yang couldn't see their movements clearly. All he heard were explosions and saw stones flying everywhere.
Bai Yang's palm was slick with sweat. He stared fixedly at the two figures fighting, silently praying his master would win. What worried him more was the formation before him, looking dangerously close to collapse despite his constant reinforcement with spirit stones.
In an instant, another flash of sword light flew out, blasting a large stone from the giant's body. With a thunderous crash, the stone hit the ground, leaving a huge crater. That stone covered the giant's lower abdomen, the location of Feng Jinchuan's dantian.
Once the stone fell, the giant seemed drained of power. It began to weaken and falter.
This was bad!
Feng Jinchuan's face turned deathly pale as he quickly retreated.
Song Wanníng's eyes brightened. She pressed her attack with newfound insight. She began targeting the giant's sensitive spots—heart, head, neck—like fighting a Zhēnrén, launching relentless strikes.
Because the dantian was destroyed, the giant moved slower and was soon struck repeatedly by Song Wanníng.
Bang—
The giant was knocked down for the first time. More stones cracked and fell away, revealing Feng Jinchuan inside. His pupils contracted sharply as he scrambled to dodge. Before he could shift position again, a sword light cut down. The powerful impact tore his skin, blood blossoming vividly. His expression twisted with hatred. Black whirlpools churned in his eyes.
"You want me dead? Then come with me to hell!"
Feng Jinchuan laughed wildly and lunged at Song Wanníng with madness in his eyes.
Song Wanníng remained cold and calm, swinging her longsword methodically.
The once solid stones became like tofu, easily sliced away. She was pleased, moving with increasing composure. Despite being bloodied, she looked like an untouchable war goddess, terrifying to behold.
Crash—
The giant was hit again.
Boom—
One of its legs shattered.
Another sword strike followed, and the other leg broke with a loud crack. The towering giant dropped to its knees, crumbling into stone fragments within moments.
Feng Jinchuan's form was exposed. His face was pale, and his aura unstable. His cultivation had regressed.
Song Wanníng raised an eyebrow. No wonder Feng Jinchuan only used this move at his last breath. It caused his cultivation to fall back.
Divine Transformation level advancement was notoriously difficult, sometimes taking hundreds or thousands of years. No wonder he was reluctant.
Looking down on Feng Jinchuan, she pointed her sword at him.
"Feng Jinchuan, if you hand over the method to awaken the dragon vein, I can spare your corpse."
"Heh..."
Feng Jinchuan sneered coldly.
"In the end, you still can't bear to give up the dragon vein, can you?"
His mocking words grew sharper.
"I'll die before you get the dragon vein! If I can't have it, no one will! Ha ha ha ha!"
Feng Jinchuan laughed wildly. His last bit of spiritual power searched desperately in his storage ring for any chance to survive.
Song Wanníng frowned and snorted coldly.
"Don't you care about the lives of so many Feng family members?"
Her words held a clear threat. Yet she would not harm innocent Feng family members.
Just like those in the Wentian Sect, many ordinary cultivators had no choice but to obey orders. If she killed them all, the weight of her sins would be unbearable. She only wanted revenge, not to become a killer without conscience. But she never expected Feng Jinchuan not to care about the lives of his own people.
"Kill them all! Let them accompany me to hell! I fell to this because of them. They can die with me! Ha ha ha—"
Feng Jinchuan laughed recklessly, almost to tears.
Song Wanníng's frown deepened. Just as she was about to speak, Feng Jinchuan's hand twitched, revealing something.
She swept it with her divine sense and found it was a talisman, even more powerful than Peng Yu's. Her heart stirred. She guessed Feng Jinchuan's plan. Even now, he refused to give up without a fight. She pretended not to notice and continued to threaten him.
Feng Jinchuan responded, drawing her attention while quickly activating the talisman.
The talisman exploded violently.
The formation shattered.
Song Wanníng had long anticipated this and quickly dodged. Amid the huge dust cloud, she saw Feng Jinchuan fleeing in panic. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she shouted to Bai Yang.
"Bai Yang, get out of the way, now!" Her shout startled Bai Yang, who shivered.
Then his eyes met Feng Jinchuan's murderous gaze.