The moment those words left his mouth, Princess Claire's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes faintly reddened, and her face turned chill and sinister. The aura around her grew dense and oppressive, radiating a bone-chilling killing intent. As it spread, snow-white crystalline flowers bloomed in the surrounding void.
Instinctively, Ian Song shivered, raised the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword in his hand, and stared warily at Princess Claire. He knew that his words had completely enraged this woman.
The Azureglass Immortal had always been Princess Claire's deepest wound. Rejected by him again and again, she saw it as a bitter humiliation. Now, with Ian Song openly speaking it aloud, it was like rubbing salt into her wound. One could easily imagine the rage burning in Princess Claire's heart.
"Today, I will definitely cut you down!"
Sure enough, in the next moment, Princess Claire spoke, her words colder than ten thousand years of ice.
"Die!"
Her sword light flashed like lightning, reaching Ian Song in an instant.
Even though he was already on guard, he still felt caught off-balance. In a rush, he barely managed to swing the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword to meet the attack.
But in the next instant, Ian Song's expression changed drastically—he realized the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword had struck nothing but air.
"Not good!"
Just as the thought of dodging flashed through his mind, a long sword containing boundless killing intent struck him hard. At the same time, a tyrannical and icy sword-qi exploded into his body, frantically tearing his flesh apart.
The Star Map appeared, and his Body of Ten Thousand Stars was pushed to its limit once again.
At the same time, the immortal yuan force within his body clashed head-on with the invading sword-qi, turning his body into their battlefield.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Blood sprayed from Ian Song's mouth as if it cost nothing. In an instant, nearly half his body was destroyed.
Radiance of Life!!
Radiant light burst forth, and a surge of restorative energy appeared out of nowhere, rapidly repairing his body. Unfortunately, the sword-qi was simply too terrifying—his body was barely healed before it was destroyed again.
"Boom!"
At that moment, Ian Song sensed another terrifying sword-qi locking onto him—it was Princess Claire, her eyes scarlet, unleashing a second sword strike.
"Damn, this woman really does want me dead!"
Ian Song let out a wild yell and quickly activated the Art of Great Teleportation, shifting himself dozens of li away.
But before he could catch his breath, that woman stuck to him like a maggot on rotting bone, teleporting right after him and continuing her sword assault.
"Damn! If the tiger doesn't bare its fangs, do you really think I'm just a sick cat?"
Ian Song was finally enraged. He stopped worrying about the remaining sword-qi inside him and let it keep tearing through his body.
Immortalsbane!!!
Ian Song swung the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword, and instantly, a surge of destruction sword intent erupted, enveloping the entire void.
"Slash!"
In the next moment, Ian Song raised the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword and slashed out. The destruction sword intent covering the void instantly poured into the sword. Previously, none of his spirit swords could withstand the terrifying sword intent of Immortalsbane, so he never fused sword intent into the blade, using it only as a support attack. But now, everything changed.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The two swords collided in midair, and the terrifying power instantly shattered vast swathes of the surrounding void, opening up cracks everywhere. Chaotic currents poured out from the rifts, sweeping in all directions.
Luckily, their battle was taking place in the sky—otherwise, just the spatial chaos alone would have been enough to destroy all the buildings within dozens of li.
"Pfft!"
In the next moment, Ian Song staggered back, coughing up blood again.
He managed to block Princess Claire's sword, but the wounds inside him flared up once more.
"Damn it!"
His figure flickered, and Ian Song fled once again.
Princess Claire, without hesitation, chased right after him. She was genuinely surprised that Ian Song had managed to block her sword strike—she knew that attack was enough to kill an average mid-Tribulation cultivator.
While teleporting, Ian Song kept trying to wear down the sword-qi raging inside him. Occasionally glancing back, he found Princess Claire stuck to him like glue—no matter what, he just couldn't shake her off.
After dozens of breaths, the two—one chasing, one fleeing—had already left the imperial capital far behind.
Whoosh!
With another teleport, Ian Song landed by a riverbank and, without hesitation, dove into the water.
"Hmph!"
Before his body even touched the water, Princess Claire stepped out from the void and swung her sword.
"Splash!"
He finally hit the water, but a terrifying sword-qi slashed across the river right after him.
"Boom!"
The river was split in two by a single sword strike. Not only that, the sword-qi kept going, carving a canyon hundreds of meters deep into the riverbed.
"Rumble!"
In the next moment, the split river waters rushed back in, taking half a quarter of an hour to finally fill the canyon.
"Where is he?"
Princess Claire's vast spiritual sense swept out, but she found that Ian Song had vanished.
"Could that brat have actually been killed by my sword?"
For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder. But she quickly dismissed the thought—she hadn't sensed his death at all.
"Brat, I'll give you ten breaths. If you don't come out, I'll return to the capital and slaughter your entire family!"
"You old hag, don't you dare!"
A figure shot up from the water and hovered in midair—it was Ian Song. When he entered the water, he slipped into the Divine Temple, cranked time up a thousandfold, expelled the sword-qi from his body, and healed his injuries with Radiance of Life.
Sensing Ian Song's aura, Princess Claire's eyes flickered with surprise. That brat had clearly been gravely wounded—how could he vanish for a moment and then reappear fully healed?
Still, her curiosity didn't stop her from attacking Ian Song again.
"Heh, here we go again!"
Ian Song sneered and teleported hundreds of li away. His body surged, instantly transforming into a giant fifteen zhang tall. A pair of blood-red wings unfurled behind him, and his Azure Flood-Dragon Sword grew to seven or eight zhang long.
Inside the imperial capital, he'd been careful not to reveal all his trump cards. Now, outside the city, he had no such concerns—he unleashed World-Shaping Avatar, equipped the Blood-Emperor Wings, and activated Wind God Art.
Feeling the surge of immortal yuan force in his body, Ian Song's confidence soared.
Just as he finished transforming, Princess Claire tore through the sky to arrive. Seeing his new form, her expression changed slightly.
Blood-Soaked!!!
At that moment, Ian Song unleashed the fourth form of the Heavenbreaker Sword Art—Blood-Soaked. Instantly, a hundred-li radius was shrouded in a strange, oppressive sword intent. His giant body turned into a blood-colored afterimage, streaking toward Princess Claire.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of collisions rang out, followed by a muffled groan. Princess Claire's thin figure was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Feels good chasing me down, doesn't it? Now it's my turn!"
With a flicker, Ian Song appeared overhead, swinging the Azure Flood-Dragon Sword down once more.
Boom!
The ground split open—a fissure a hundred li long and dozens of li deep appeared. Unfortunately, Princess Claire was not struck; she'd already teleported hundreds of li away.
Cough, cough!
As she coughed, golden blood trickled from Princess Claire's lips. Then she looked up at Ian Song, her gaze calm and unreadable. She spoke slowly, "A disciple of the Male Phoenix Line truly is extraordinary—worthy of my full strength."