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The newcomer was an elderly man with snow-white hair and beard, clad in a gray Daoist robe. He streaked across the sky like a shooting star.
His icy eyes flashed with a sharp, thunderous glint as he fixed his gaze on the fleeing figure ahead.
To his surprise, the fleeing figure suddenly stopped.
"Boy, why aren't you running anymore?" the elder roared, his voice booming like a great bell, causing the clouds above to churn violently.
The Cosmic Transformation Incarnation turned to face the elder, its face drained of color, deathly pale.
"S-Senior, this junior has not harmed Miss Qinghan. Please spare my life," the Incarnation stammered in terror.
"Hmph! You think you deserve to live? Wishful thinking!"
As the elder spoke, a colossal Sword Qi blade materialized, stretching across the heavens. With a sudden slash, it threatened to tear the sky and cleave the earth.
Just as the massive Sword Qi blade was about to strike the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation, it abruptly shattered without warning.
"Aaaah—!"
A piercing wail erupted from the elder's throat.
A bizarre humming sound had invaded his Sea of Consciousness, exploding like thunder within his mind.
The old man's face contorted, veins bulging as he endured unimaginable agony. Yet a flicker of sharpness remained in his eyes, showing he hadn't completely lost his consciousness.
A bell radiating divine sense power suddenly appeared before him. Under the old man's clenched-jawed persistence, the bell gradually began to glow faintly.
But before the glow could intensify, a cold glint flashed, aimed directly at his dantian.
The old man, already under a divine sense attack, was utterly defenseless.
The cold glint pierced through his body, piercing his dantian and crushing his nascent soul.
Instantly, a torrent of spiritual power erupted from the bloody hole in his abdomen, like a dam bursting, transforming into chaotic streams of Spiritual Qi that swirled through the air.
"No!"
A heart-wrenching scream tore through the heavens.
Witnessing the complete loss of the spiritual power he had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, the old man sank into utter despair. He didn't even notice that the agonizing buzzing sound had ceased.
Without the support of his spiritual power, the old man plummeted from the sky.
Simultaneously, his once jade-like skin withered visibly, and his spine instantly hunched over.
Without the nourishment of spiritual power, his physical body decayed as rapidly as rotten wood.
The elder's eyes, once sharp and piercing, now clouded with turbidity.
Yet within those murky depths burned an unyielding resentment.
He had fallen in defeat without even seeing his opponent, utterly bewildered by his sudden downfall.
At that moment, a surge of spiritual power rose from below, catching his falling body. Simultaneously, the sky darkened slightly as a figure materialized before him.
"Wu Bo, never thought you'd see this day, did you?" Song Wen's gaze was dark and intense as he stared down at Wu Bo.
"Who are you? Was this all your scheme? Did you kidnap Wu Qinghan just to target me?" Wu Bo demanded, his words tumbling out like a string of pearls, fueled by his burning resentment.
Song Wen ignored Wu Bo's questions. With a wave of his hand, a Giant Flying Ship, hundreds of feet long, materialized abruptly.
Using spiritual power to drag Wu Bo along, Song Wen boarded the ship.
Just as he tossed Wu Bo onto the deck, two more figures rapidly approached: the young man from the mid-stage Divine Transformation Stage and Wu Qinghan.
Both had been forcibly brought here by Song Wen's spiritual power.
A gray barrier gradually materialized around the Giant Flying Ship, enveloping the entire vessel to prevent external observation.
Song Wen then retracted his Cosmic Transformation Incarnation and activated the ship, sending it hurtling forward at breakneck speed.
Gazing coldly at the three figures sprawled on the deck, Song Wen's mind stirred, and the Soul Cleaving Blade suddenly materialized.
The blade shot through the air, repeatedly slashing across Wu Qinghan's legs. Within moments, her limbs were severed into dozens of pieces, blood gushing forth as severed limbs littered the deck.
"Ah—!"
The excruciating pain of her legs being repeatedly severed jolted Wu Qinghan awake from her unconsciousness, and she let out a piercing scream.
Her eyes immediately fell upon Wu Bo lying beside her, and as if grasping at a lifeline, she instinctively cried out for help.
"Ancestor... save me! My legs..."
Wu Bo, powerless to aid her, could only glare at Song Wen with burning hatred.
"Fellow Daoist, we are already your prisoners, our lives hanging by a thread at your whim. Why humiliate us further?"
"Humiliate?"
Song Wen snorted coldly, and a sudden surge of murderous aura erupted from his body, surging directly toward the young man in the mid-stage Divine Transformation Stage.
The young man's face turned deathly pale, his eyes wide with terror. He tried to flee, but his body remained frozen in place.
Boom!
The oppressive aura, like countless razor-sharp blades, instantly shredded his flesh, bones, and internal organs.
In an instant, his entire body dissolved into a crimson slurry that splattered across half the deck, staining it crimson.
Song Wen crouched down, leaning close to Wu Bo.
"Do you remember, roughly two centuries ago, in Thousand Blades City, you took a liking to a beautiful woman and sought to make her your concubine. When she refused, you had her executed and her soul scattered, her spirit vanished."
To Song Wen's surprise, Wu Bo stared back blankly, utterly bewildered.
Instantly, Song Wen's eyes blazed with murderous intent, his killing aura solidifying into a palpable force.
"So, the life and death of a mere Divine Transformation Stage woman meant nothing to you. You don't even remember her!"
Song Wen's rage burned uncontrollably, but instead of venting it on Wu Bo, Wu Qinghan bore the brunt of his fury.
The Soul Cleaving Blade suddenly materialized in her abdomen, piercing through flesh and bone to writhe within her body.
Wu Qinghan screamed in agony once more.
Seeing Wu Qinghan's miserable state, a pang of heartache flashed through Wu Bo's eyes. As if suddenly remembering something, he shouted,
"Stop! This old man remembers now—that woman isn't dead!"
Song Wen's eyes widened instantly, staring at Wu Bo with a mixture of shock and elation.
"Is that true?"
"N-no! This old man misspoke," Wu Bo stammered, flustered. "Her physical body has been destroyed, but her divine soul still exists."
"Where is her divine soul?" Song Wen pressed urgently.
"Imprisoned in the Wu Clan's Frozen Hell," Wu Bo replied.
"Frozen Hell?"
Song Wen mentally reviewed the intelligence he had on the Wu Clan's Frozen Hell.
The Frozen Hell was located on a small island in a lake at the heart of the Wu Clan's territory, serving as the clan's prison for mortal enemies.
These enemies often harbored deep-seated grudges against the Wu Clan. Unwilling to grant them a swift death, the clan imprisoned them here, subjecting them to daily torment.
"You're not trying to deceive me, are you? Luring me to your Frozen Hell to kill me?" Song Wen asked coldly.
"Absolutely not a word of falsehood," Wu Bo insisted. "If this old man remembers correctly, that woman's name was Lan Chen, wasn't it?"
Song Wen's gaze sharpened. It seemed Wu Bo truly had remembered.
(End of the Chapter)
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