He stared at Song Wanníng in shock.
"Was this your doing?!"
The man almost immediately figured out who was responsible, though he was still surprised at how Song Wanníng had pulled it off. His brows furrowed, and he couldn't help thinking that the poison's potency was outrageously strong. Not only was it aggressive, but it also acted incredibly fast.
"You're a poison cultivator?"
Poison cultivators are a branch of alchemy, but not many study it. After all, who makes money off poison when they could refine pills? They're rare, and he hadn't expected his "luck" would land him face-to-face with one.
Song Wanníng's expression was serious, and she didn't relax even a little. Even poisoned, the man was still dangerous, and handling him required all her focus. Not to mention, there was still a Patriarch nearby.
Right now, Dragon Soul was blocking most of the attacks, and she only had to withstand a fraction of the remaining force.
"Hmph, petty tricks!"
The Patriarch snorted coldly, not giving Song Wanníng's poison a second thought, and went back to battling Dragon Soul.
Her sharp eyes suddenly widened, emitting a brilliant gleam, and she sliced the air with her fingers!
A piercing sound wave tore through the air in an instant.
The terrifying killing sound shattered the space like glass, sending fine black cracks straight toward Song Wanníng and Dragon Soul.
At the same time, countless grotesque ghostly figures, formed from the sound waves, screeched from the flute and swarmed like a tidal wave!
Almost simultaneously, the man moved. His figure blurred for a moment, as if merging with the wind, and the next instant he appeared diagonally above Song Wanníng. He slammed both hands downward.
In an instant, the area where Song Wanníng and Dragon Soul stood was completely covered by countless high-speed spinning cyan wind blades.
Each blade carried enough force to slice space itself. They collided and tore at each other, forming a deadly storm prison.
A double-layered attack had struck at once!
Song Wanníng's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly raised her sword high.
The next moment, a semi-transparent silver-gray spherical sword domain, several meters in radius, bloomed around her.
Inside the domain, time itself was forcibly slowed.
The space-tearing sound waves entered the domain and slowed down, and the sharp ghostly figures became sluggish and blurred.
At the same time, Dragon Soul let out a low, majestic roar!
"Roar!"
Invisible power, combined with dragon might and spatial vibrations, spread like an invisible tsunami. Dragon Soul's phantom claw struck out, silver-blue energy ripping through the void, smashing into the approaching cyan wind storm.
Boom—
The cyan wind blades collided violently with the dragon claw phantom, countless blades shattered, and a harsh explosion echoed.
Dragon Soul's claw trembled slightly, the silver-blue glow dimming a little.
Fragments of space scattered like shattered glass.
Under the cover of spatial folding, Song Wanníng suddenly vanished.
Inside the time-slowed sword domain, she used spatial folding for unpredictable, high-speed short-range teleportation.
Multiple illusory afterimages appeared, drawing in countless ghostly sound waves and wind blades.
Her real body had already ghosted to the Patriarch's side!
Her sword surged forward with relentless resolve.
The Patriarch didn't flinch, lightly touching the flute with her jade finger.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three sound wave shields of different colors instantly stacked in front of her.
Boom—
Song Wanníng was violently knocked back, crashing into the ground, spitting blood.
Dragon Soul wanted to rush to help.
"Don't even think about it!"
The man shouted, clasping his hands, pressing them toward Song Wanníng from afar.
In the next instant, the space around her froze. Countless fine cyan wind lines appeared out of nowhere, like millions of unbreakable wind chains, instantly wrapping around her!
The surrounding space was locked, and Song Wanníng tried to fold space but failed.
Above her, a massive high-speed spinning cyan wind drill formed, piercing downward with unstoppable force.
Dragon Soul roared in fury, golden light bursting from his massive eyes. mA terrifying pressure, born from his very soul, slammed into the mysterious man like a heavy hammer. The pressure ignored physical defenses and struck directly at his Primordial Soul.
The man groaned, his body trembling, and both the wind chains and wind drill momentarily stalled.
Song Wanníng seized the opportunity. The divine power from Dragon Soul surged through her, endless and inexhaustible.
The flow of time around her accelerated sharply, making her movements blur into a silver streak as she struck the wind chains.
Boom—
The wind chains shattered from the inside out, collapsing instantly.
Breaking free, she didn't face the falling wind drill head-on. She folded space again, quickly relocating.
Boom—
The massive cyan drill slammed into the spot she'd just vacated, boring a bottomless hole into the hard wasteland, sending debris and dust flying.
She dodged, but the residual force left streaks of blood across her face and body. Countless drops of blood dotted her fair skin, vivid against her pale complexion.
Song Wanníng's heart sank. Her strength was still lacking, and avoiding multiple attacks was already a challenge.
In this battle, she was almost entirely on the defensive, unable to launch an offensive.
Yet unbeknownst to her, both the man and the Patriarch were equally shocked. A single Renxian cultivator, almost a Dixian, how could she be this strong?
They'd thought two or three moves would reduce her to ashes, but she seemed untouchable.
Dragon Soul was also surprised, and his eyes glimmered brighter. This was the kind of junior he had always wished for, an exceptional one!
"Hmph, no wonder you're so confident. So you do have some tricks!"
The Patriarch snorted coldly, her hatred for Song Wanníng deepening. One after another, they were trouble. Dragon Clan really was the Yao family's bane!
"Yao family brat, don't bother. Even if I die here today, you'll never get that thing!"
Dragon Soul wasn't easy to bully, but sadly, he was only a fragment of his original self. His power was far weaker than before, or these two would've turned to ashes already.
"You old thing, I suggest you be smart. This isn't the Dragon Clan's world anymore. Why be so stubborn?"
The Patriarch knew they couldn't take them quickly, so she changed tactics. If intimidation didn't work, then offer a deal. With the right conditions, they couldn't refuse.
She glanced coldly and said, "Although the Yao family has a feud with the Dragon Clan, that was the Ancestors' business. It has nothing to do with us juniors.
This Dragon Clan junior is incredibly talented. It'd be a waste for her to perish here."