The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 383 Watermelon Split Open!
Trying to steal it?
Song Wanning's gaze darkened, and she quickened her pace, swiftly picking the fruit and placing it into her storage ring.

She then uprooted the mountain flowers under the moon and threw them at the approaching figure.

"Snapped--"

The object was dropped directly in front of the man, a silent provocation that ignited his anger.

"How dare you play me?"

The man froze in mid-air, his face flushed red with rage.

His eyes were filled with gloom.

When he saw Song Wanning's appearance clearly, he snorted coldly again, "So you're from the Ancient Cold Sect. No wonder you're so arrogant."

As he spoke, he took another step forward, his voice full of threat.

"Are you going to hand it over yourself, or will I find it myself?"

Unconsciously, a murderous intent flowed silently, as if he could plunge Song Wanning into an abyss of no return if she uttered a single word of dissent.

"Ah."

Song Wanning stood there indifferently, and gave a cold laugh upon hearing this.

"Do all people from your Misty Sect enjoy talking nonsense?"

"You think you can make me hand over the stuff?"

With a flick of her longsword, her eyes instantly turned incredibly dangerous.

The man, unaware of the danger, only felt insulted and immediately drew his natal magic weapon, attacking Song Wanning.

His signature weapon is the Meteor Hammers, which he can wield with great force using only one hand.

A powerful force was released from the twin hammers, and it seemed as if the surrounding air itself was cracking.

Song Wanning's expression was cold and gloomy. Since the other party didn't understand the principle of first come, first served, she would teach him.

Anyway, the secret realm is completely isolated from all outside investigation, so if someone dies, they just die, and no one can find the murderer.

Thinking of this, she suddenly smiled at the man.

Immediately, the longsword in his hand was drawn from its sheath and slashed fiercely at the opponent.

The powerful swordsmanship, with its overwhelming aura, shattered the spiritual energy vortex of the twin hammers and then attacked the man.

The man frowned, somewhat surprised. Suddenly, a folding fan appeared in his hand, which he waved toward the Sword Dao True Realm cultivator.

Instantly, a seven-colored radiance spread out, followed by a dense swarm of insects.

Those insects were incredibly fast, their mouths full of sharp teeth, and you could almost hear the gnawing sounds as they flew.

With so many insects, if they wanted to devour a person, it would only take them less than two minutes to completely consume that person.

This is a man's secret weapon, because these insects are extremely difficult to kill completely; as long as one remains, they will reproduce endlessly.

Furthermore, it has an extremely strong ability to devour, even magical auras can be eaten.

Swarms of insects attacked Song Wanning, instantly devouring all the remaining spiritual energy of the Sword Dao True Realm, causing Song Wanning to raise an eyebrow.

This is good stuff!

Her smile widened, and her gaze toward the man became much gentler.

But it was this sudden change in his gaze that made the man's heart sink, and he instinctively felt something was wrong.

He let out another low shout and swung his meteor hammers again.

Between heaven and earth, light shimmered, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Song Wanning remained calm and swung her sword.

He then moved with incredible speed, appearing behind the man in the blink of an eye.

She smiled and raised her large hand to slap the man's head.

She was incredibly fast and caught off guard; by the time the man reacted, a tremendous force had already slammed down on his head.

Before he could even turn around, his head shattered like a watermelon. Even his nascent soul was smashed apart.

"boom--"

The man's body fell straight down from mid-air, with only a bit of scalp still attached to his body.

The ground was covered in brain matter and blood, which looked both eerie and disgusting under the moonlight.

Song Wanning merely glanced at it indifferently, then casually lifted her hand and snatched off the other party's storage ring, immediately burning it to ashes.

She looked at her palm with satisfaction, gaining a renewed understanding of the power it contained.

With just one palm strike, he shattered the enemy's spiritual energy shield, cracked open his head, and destroyed his nascent soul in the process, demonstrating just how powerful this palm strike was.

Nowadays, most cultivators focus on magic cultivation, and very few people also cultivate their bodies, including herself.

Body tempering takes too much time and involves a lot of hardship, including countless medicinal baths.

Once you get stuck, it becomes extremely difficult to advance your cultivation level, which is why there are very few pure body cultivators in the cultivation world.

Cultivators rely on spiritual energy shields or defensive barriers to protect themselves, so few people would expect Song Wanning's fists to be so powerful.

Now, this has become an excellent tactic to catch people off guard, and it is also Song Wanning's new trump card.

Looking up, the insects, now without their owner, were scurrying about aimlessly in a state of panic.

She picked up the man's folding fan and discovered that it was actually a spatial magic artifact.

The insects usually live inside.

Without hesitation, Song Wanning claimed the folding fan as her own and then put the insects away.

These insects are numerous, have strong biting power, and are very useful in the secret realm.

She then stored the man's storage ring in her inner space, so that no one would notice that the item was on her, ensuring complete safety.

After quickly tidying up the battlefield, Song Wanning flew forward.

Half a minute after she left, a figure emerged from the cave and let out a long sigh of relief.

He held a photographic stone, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Luckily, she didn't discover us. This woman's combat power is too strong; she's definitely not just a mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator!"

The man let out a long sigh of relief. "Now that I've recorded the evidence, I'll sell it to the Misty Sect after we leave the secret realm and earn some favors..."

He had his own plans. After all, Song Wanning was powerful, and he didn't dare to take the initiative himself, so he could only give it to someone else.

"I have to hurry, or it'll be troublesome if she comes back!"

The man felt a pang of sympathy; the scene of the Misty Sect disciple being blown off his head was simply too shocking.

He's still scared to this day.

However, he had only taken a few steps when a figure in the darkness blocked his way.

Even though it was just a glimpse of his back, the man still recognized him.

not good!

His heart sank, and he immediately ran backward.

Suddenly, a small golden sword appeared, and in just a moment it transformed into a long golden sword, its tip gleaming with an eerie light, pointing straight at him.

If he dares to take another step, he will immediately be stabbed.

He froze, realizing he was doomed.

The man's expression changed, and he immediately took out the recording stone, respectfully saying to the figure, "Senior, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"I only recorded this because I admired your heroic demeanor..."

He cursed inwardly, but his mind was racing with thoughts of how to leave.

Although they were both at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm, Song Wanning could kill him with a single palm strike, so he really didn't dare to gamble.

(End of this chapter)