"Did I hit the mark? You are destined to fail your whole life, hahahaha—"
Song Wanníng suddenly laughed aloud. Her provocation was so sharp that even King Yama and the others closed their eyes in despair. What benefit could come from angering Mu Zixu like this? Young people were just hotheaded, daring to dismiss everything.
Meanwhile, Mu Zixu's expression turned ferocious. Red light glimmered in his eyes as his heart demon was fully provoked. He flashed forward, speeding toward Song Wanníng, his mind consumed by thoughts of tearing her apart. In his rage, he had no thought left, only thick killing intent surrounding him.
This was exactly what Song Wanníng wanted. She suddenly lifted her head. Following her will, a strange rune appeared.
Mu Zixu did not dodge at all, charging straight into it.
The next moment, the space around him shattered with a roar. Countless spatial storms swept toward him.
"Spatial storms?!!"
King Yama and the others twitched and quickly scrambled back, keeping their distance. They did not dare approach even an inch. The spatial storms within these fragments could easily tear them apart. Even immortals would not touch them recklessly; one slip could mean death and Dao annihilation.
At this moment, they finally understood Song Wanníng's intent. She had done all this just to force Mu Zixu to confront danger. No matter how powerful the rune, if Mu Zixu refused to engage, she could do nothing to him.
Their gazes toward Song Wanníng grew complex, mixed with awe and caution. A person like her, fighting them, would probably do so effortlessly.
Mu Zixu finally regained some clarity, but it was too late. He had already entered the spatial fragments. He would need to wait until the rune expired to escape. Until then, he had to find a way to evade the spatial storms.
The storms were unpredictable and elusive. Even with careful evasion, a fingertip was severed by a storm within seconds.
The connection of ten fingers brought excruciating pain, making his face twitch. His killing intent toward Song Wanníng nearly drowned out his consciousness again.
This woman had dared to trap him!
He did not even have a chance to curse her before the storms struck again. He scrambled to avoid them, looking utterly humiliated.
Song Wanníng deliberately produced a recording stone, capturing his every move.
Mu Zixu's scalp was bare, leaping and dodging within the spatial fragments, looking ridiculous.
"Ugh—"
Blood spilled from her mouth. Song Wanníng wiped it away, her face turning paler. The rune had consumed too much of her mental energy. Combined with the earlier continuous summoning of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, she was extremely weak, barely holding her mind together.
Fortunately, she had nourishing pills in her storage ring to temporarily sustain her.
"Hahaha, so this is the legendary immortal? Look at him jumping around, it's so comical!
Is this all an immortal can do? So disappointing."
Song Wanníng continued provoking him. Only if Mu Zixu lost composure would the spatial storms hit him more effectively. The rune could not last indefinitely. She had to race against time.
King Yama and the others covered their wounds but flashed a faint light of agreement, joining in the ridicule.
"You're right. An immortal? Pfft, not a true immortal!"
"Hahaha—"
"Let's send this recording out later. Everyone can see what a so-called immortal really looks like."
Their laughter was loud and unrestrained.
Mu Zixu, already enraged, felt fury surge from his feet to the crown of his head.
Worse yet, he could not accept what came next.
Song Wanníng sneered. "Tell me, if I show this recording stone to Dao Qing, how would he react?"
Strike the snake at its seven-inch, and Mu Zixu's weakness was Dao Qing. Her words completely drowned out the last fragments of his rationality. He launched a frenzied counterattack, trying to escape the rune.
Yet he was quickly injured. In just a few breaths, half a leg was nearly destroyed. Flesh had been torn away completely, leaving a bare strip of bone, a terrifying sight. His face twisted with rage, bloodthirsty eyes staring at Song Wanníng. Soon, the spatial storms struck him again.
"The rune won't last much longer. I'll distract him; you all find a way to force him away!"
Song Wanníng knew the rune had limited duration. She immediately coordinated with King Yama and the others.
They exchanged a glance. Without paying a price, this battle could not end well.
"Good!"
Killing Mu Zixu was impossible.
Their only option was to drive him away and protect the Red Lotus Karma Fire.
Boom—
No sooner had she spoken than the rune shattered. Mu Zixu burst from the spatial fragments, a black long blade appearing in his hand, swinging toward Song Wanníng.
But in the next instant, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder struck again, engulfing him entirely.
The razor-sharp blade sliced through the air. Song Wanníng leaped back, another rune flying out, breaking the blade in half.
"Pfft!"
Her mental energy was drained. She coughed up blood, quickly swallowing a pill. Her dantian spun rapidly, absorbing nearby Yin energy to repair her Primordial Soul.
King Yama and several Mahayana cultivators formed a formation, quickly taking their positions. In an instant, Yin wind rose, nearly blocking all sight.
Mu Zixu broke through the thunder only to collide with the formation, hitting his heart. A terrifying Yin energy surged into his body, spreading rapidly. His internal immortal energy became chaotic, losing control over his aura. He attempted to suppress the Yin energy, trying to expel it.
Yet the formation amplified it. More Yin energy flooded into him. His face turned pale. Without using immortal energy, he could only endure the attacks passively. Panicked, he ignored the danger of falling, charging at King Yama and the others.
Next, Song Wanníng tossed the Immortal Furnace, shifting it in response to Mu Zixu's attack.
After some effort, he failed to touch King Yama or the others, instead putting himself in danger. The Yin energy inside him needed to be expelled quickly; otherwise, he risked internal collapse.
But surrendering was unacceptable.
In a brief hesitation, Song Wanníng launched another attack. She endured excruciating Primordial Soul pain, once again activating the spatial fragment rune to strike Mu Zixu.
His face suddenly went pale, his eyes bulging with rage.
"You—"