He let out a roar, whipping his body forward to strike the two of them again.
The Patriarch, who had originally thought she could directly persuade Dragon Soul, grew furious. She shot Song Wanníng a sharp glare, then stopped wasting words and retaliated against Dragon Soul.
She had already seen the so-called treasure, so she wouldn't miss it.
As for what Song Wanníng had said, it was pure nonsense.
The Mùsù star system? That had nothing to do with them!
The Patriarch launched a ferocious attack at Dragon Soul, but the man moved with a strange expression, heading straight for Song Wanníng.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, not understanding how she could have discovered these secrets. But no matter what, anyone who knew these secrets had to die.
Including the Patriarch.
No, to be precise, he had never planned on letting the Patriarch leave alive from the start. The "Many Children, Many Blessings System" had to belong to him alone. The Patriarch was nothing more than cannon fodder.
The man pushed his hands forward, and a storm erupted again, charging toward the two of them. His figure flickered in the raging energy currents, a cruel malice flashing across his sharp features.
He formed hand seals at incredible speed. The green Fengling around him transformed from soft flowing winds into countless spinning, razor-sharp teal-black wind blade vortices.
Wherever they passed, the air warped and tore, shrieking violently.
"Die!"
The storm surged, and Song Wanníng stiffened, instantly putting distance between herself and Dragon Soul.
Space runes appeared, quickly folding the storm. But the next second, the storm broke through the space-folding technique and rushed directly at her.
Song Wanníng's pupils shrank. "You've detoxed?"
No wonder the man was so confident. His Immortal Realm power had returned to the peak of Tianxian, something she couldn't possibly resist.
Just like at the start, she could only hide; there was no way to strike head-on.
"Hmph, you just realized? Not too late."
The man snorted coldly, his eyes full of indifference.
His attacks grew even more vicious.
Meanwhile, the Patriarch closed in, countering Dragon Soul while muttering pointedly, "Why didn't you detox me?!"
Her eyes were full of warning, suspicion, and a hint of anger.
The man casually pinched her on the ass, grinning. "There's only one detox pill."
"Roar!"
Dragon Soul charged, and the Patriarch had no time for questions, spinning through the air to attack him.
The jade flute hovered near her lips, ten fingers dancing like phantoms across the holes.
"Nine Nether Soul-Calming Melody!"
An almost invisible soundwave shot from the flute, ignoring spatial distance. Everything in its path seemed to vanish silently. At the same time, countless twisted phantom souls appeared around the soundwave, radiating destructive energy as they pounced toward Dragon Soul.
The Patriarch seemed unharmed, but doubts flickered in her heart.
Could it be a coincidence? Only one detox pill left? Or was the man unwilling to give it to her?
She couldn't blame herself for overthinking. The man had always been mysterious. Though her heart leaned toward him, she'd never fully trusted him. If he played any tricks, she wouldn't let him off.
A shadow of darkness passed through the Patriarch's eyes as she split off a thread of consciousness to observe the man.
At that moment, the man roared and slammed his hands together, compressing the storm at terrifying speed.
The entire space holding Song Wanníng and Dragon Soul was instantly sealed by a massive cage of teal-black wind blades.
The whole domain thrummed with overwhelming power.
The combined attack from the Patriarch and the man targeted Dragon Soul and Song Wanníng directly.
"Roar!"
Dragon Soul bellowed, coiling his massive form around Song Wanníng again to protect her at the core.
Song Wanníng shouted sharply, summoning the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder the next instant.
Boom!
Her dense dragon energy merged with the divine thunder, forming a thick dragon-thunder shield that resisted the inward-whipping wind blade cocoon.
The screeching slashes and explosive annihilation filled the air as everything around them warped.
Chaos erupted. All four were flung away by the immense power.
Before the dust settled, they launched another round of attacks.
Purple-gold lightning flashed in Song Wanníng's eyes as she swung her sword.
At the tip, a raging black hole of space seemed to open.
Her gaze hardened as she drew out her mixed-attribute power, channeling the divine thunder into the sword.
The enormous force poured through the annihilation-space black hole of her sword domain, radiating a judgmental, destructive aura, aiming straight for the Patriarch playing the jade flute.
The Patriarch's pupils constricted. She never expected Song Wanníng to summon thunder, let alone the legendary divine thunder!
The destructive Nine Heavens Divine Thunder bore down. She forced the flute's music to halt, crossing it before her and pouring in all her Immortal Realm power.
The green jade flute erupted with unprecedented spectral light, forming a deep green shield covered with mysterious patterns.
Boom!
The clash of purple-gold lightning and the emerald shield instantly engulfed the Patriarch's position.
The terrifying explosion's shockwave mixed with fragments of collapsing space and the remaining divine thunder, spreading outward!
Almost simultaneously, the man's storm, pushed to the limit, shattered under Dragon Soul's resistance and the purple divine thunder.
Boom!
The storm exploded, countless wild wind blades spiraling out of control in all directions, striking the wind-based man first.
"Pfft!"
His own out-of-control technique backfired, piercing him with wind blades. Blood sprayed as he was blasted away like a ragdoll.
Elsewhere, a charred figure flew out from the smoky explosion—the Patriarch.
Her clothes were torn, hair disheveled, reeking of burned flesh.
Song Wanníng and Dragon Soul were also flung by the blast.
Thanks to Dragon Soul shielding her, Song Wanníng only spat a few mouthfuls of blood; otherwise, she'd have been severely injured and unable to rise.
But Dragon Soul's aura visibly dimmed, growing unstable.
The system, however, remained steadfast, completely unharmed.
"Pfft!"
Song Wanníng clutched her chest, blood dripping from her chin. Her face was pale.
There was little time to rest. The four clashed again almost immediately.
Explosions rang out constantly, shaking the unstable space, ready to collapse at any moment.
All four were blinded by bloodlust.
Song Wanníng was knocked away repeatedly, and even with her constant intake of pills, her injuries couldn't be fully recovered.
Dragon Soul also grew dimmer with each exchange.
At this rate, things would turn very unfavorable for them.
Just as Song Wanníng made her move, a figure suddenly appeared, striking toward the Patriarch's back.
It was Song Wanníng's true body!