His mind was in chaos, and with his body already wounded, Feng San completely lost the upper hand. If he had pushed through with everything he had, maybe he could've fought Song Wanníng to a draw. Unfortunately, he'd already lost his nerve.
Now he was fully on the defensive.
Song Wanníng's eyes were unwavering as she closed in, folding space and freezing time over and over again. On top of that, streaks of divine thunder kept crashing down, blocking Feng San's escape every single time.
He couldn't get away. Instead, he only made his injuries worse. He spat a mouthful of blood, his face twisting in rage and humiliation, hatred for Song Wanníng burning to its peak.
Even if he wanted to strike back, it was already too late.
A deafening rumble split the air as another bolt of divine thunder crashed down. Feng San was sent flying, his body smashing into the ground.
Song Wanníng flashed forward. A blade of sword light shot for his neck.
A chill shot down his spine. Ignoring the agony from the thunder's strike, he rolled aside in desperation. He still failed to dodge completely. A deep wound split open half his neck and shoulder.
Blood sprayed wildly. His entire body spasmed from the pain. He let out a hoarse scream as if his veins were about to burst open.
The power of the divine thunder was still ripping through him. Feng San's immortal force spun wildly out of control, rampaging through his internal world. His eyes bulged, and he collapsed to his knees, clawing trenches into the ground as his fingers gouged through stone.
Anyone who saw him would instantly know how unbearable the pain was.
Song Wanníng's expression stayed icy. Her gaze grew even colder as she stared at him. She summoned thunder again.
Purple Nine Heavens Divine Thunder tore through the sky, carrying the raw power of destruction. The surrounding mountains shook with deafening roars like earth dragons waking beneath them.
Feng San looked up in despair, terror and disbelief flooding his eyes. More than anything, he regretted it. He couldn't accept it. He shouldn't have gone after Song Wanníng... he never should've underestimated her...
Song Wanníng was the biggest liar... a liar... a liar!
Feng San burst into laughter that sounded more like sobbing.
In the next breath, the thunder slammed into him.
He was completely swallowed.
A roar full of unwillingness and fury echoed through the entire mountain range. It was his final cry.
Song Wanníng stood silently, staring at the fading thunder. She felt nothing.
She wasn't wrong. And she didn't fear anything. Still, trouble was coming. She narrowed her eyes. When the thunder finally dispersed, only a storage ring remained on the scorched ground.
Feng San's clothes, body, and soul had all been reduced to nothing.
She lifted her hand and summoned the ring. After glancing at it, she turned and flew toward the direction of the Wuji Sect.
This wasn't over.
...
Inside the Wuji Sect, Mu Zixu sat cross-legged, cultivating quietly. Suddenly, his soul sense rippled violently, jolting him awake. His eyes snapped open, and he vomited blood.
Mu Zixu stared in disbelief. With a flick of his hand, an image materialized in front of him. It was the final three seconds before Feng San died.
He saw his disciple screaming in agony, he saw the terrifying divine thunder, and he saw a face faintly visible behind it. His mind went blank. His eyes reddened. Then a firestorm of fury exploded inside him.
"Song Wanníng!"
His roar shook the peak.
Disciples nearby turned pale and stared in shock as Mu Zixu stormed out of the palace hall, his robes whipping violently from his raging aura.
"Master, what happened?"
Wu Wang and Ouyang Lin rushed out, abandoning the pills in their furnace. They were completely confused.
They'd never seen their master like this.
"Feng San is dead!"
Mu Zixu's voice was filled with bloodlust, his glare like a beast ready to tear everything apart. His words hit like thunder, freezing everyone in place.
"Master, you can't be serious..." Wu Wang forced a shaky smile, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Ouyang Lin's face twisted with shock and grief. His eyes reddened with rage.
"Who? Who killed Second Senior Brother?!"
Just moments ago, Second Senior Brother had been fine. He'd even visited him before he left, telling him to avoid conflict with Song Wanníng.
Who would've thought that in such a short time, life and death would separate them forever?
Air warped around Mu Zixu, his aura turning violent enough to suffocate.
He launched into the sky, flying straight toward the Alchemy Peak.
Disciples on the summit finally realized what they heard earlier. Mu Zixu had shouted Song Wanníng's name.
Could it be Song Wanníng killed Feng San?
Impossible.
Their cultivation levels were worlds apart. There was no way Song Wanníng could kill Feng San.
Wu Wang's heart sank. He ordered disciples to call the sect master and the others, then flew with Ouyang Lin toward the Alchemy Peak. If Song Wanníng really killed Feng San, then she had to pay with her life. Genius or not, she had to die.
A furious crowd rushed toward the Alchemy Peak. Others sensed something was wrong and followed to witness what happened.
At that moment, Dao Qing was teaching Lan Yue alchemy when a furious roar exploded across the sky.
"Dao Qing, hand Song Wanníng over to me to die!"
The roar shook everyone inside the palace. People dashed outside in shock.
Dao Qing flickered into the air outside the palace, blocking the enraged Mu Zixu.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Dao Qing's face twisted with fury. To him, Mu Zixu looked insane. He barged in screaming like a madman. For what reason?
Situ Yue and several others also appeared, glaring angrily.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Mu Zixu laughed coldly, madness burning in his eyes.
"Song Wanníng killed Feng San. What do you think I'm doing?"
The words hit like pouring water into hot oil. Chaos erupted instantly.
Disciples stared, unsure if Mu Zixu was spouting nonsense or telling the truth.
Dao Qing's heart stopped cold. His expression changed instantly. He knew nothing about this. None of them did.
Just then, Dao Qing received a message talisman from Song Wanníng. After reading it, he frowned. Then he let out a quiet breath of relief. He'd been worried Song Wanníng might've lost control and killed Feng San. But since Feng San provoked the fight, he only had himself to blame for losing.
Dao Qing hadn't even settled accounts with Mu Zixu yet.
"Mu Zixu, you can say whatever you want, but don't you dare spit nonsense. We'll hear everything from Song Wanníng herself right now and clear up the truth."