Seeing Ian Song shatter the combined attack of more than ten late Soul-Split experts with a single sword strike, a spectator couldn't help but exclaim, "That's Little Demon Song for you—his reputation is well-deserved!"
Another onlooker nodded in agreement, his eyes glazed as he stared at the scene. "He’s just at early Soul-Split and can take on more than ten late Soul-Split experts? Little Demon Song is way too savage!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd cried out, "Wait, isn’t Little Demon Song here to snatch the bride? Damn, does he have something going on with the Prime One Church Saintess? That would make Sixth Prince Lucas Li a green-hat prince—this is wild!"
With that, the eyes of everyone nearby lit up.
The crowd gazed at the spectacle in delight. Out on the field, after breaking the joint attack of more than ten late Soul-Split experts, Ian Song thrust his Ink-Black Sword forward—it shot out like a bolt of lightning.
"Splat!"
With a soft sound, blood spattered as the Ink-Black Sword withdrew from the brow of one late Soul-Split expert, then flashed toward another as a streak of residual light.
"Splat...!"
A fountain of blood sprayed into the air, and a severed head soared skyward.
In a single breath, Ian Song had slain two late Soul-Split experts.
"So fierce!"
At the sight, the spectators were dumbfounded—a mere early Soul-Split cultivator had just killed two late Soul-Split experts in an instant. Was he really just early Soul-Split?
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Ink-Black Sword swept out again and again, deflecting several attacks. Ian Song then stepped forward.
Slash!
In a blur, Ian Song closed in on another late Soul-Split expert. His Ink-Black Sword pierced the man's chest, and sword qi exploded within, shredding his organs and even his Nascent Soul.
With a flick of his wrist, Ian Song drew the Ink-Black Sword free and unleashed three sword lights in rapid succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three sword strikes blasted three ambushers into the air. As they flew, all three coughed up blood, their eyes wide with terror.
"Kill!"
With a soft shout, Ian Song became a blur of motion, the Ink-Black Sword in his hand transforming into a death god’s blade, reaping lives in an instant. In the blink of an eye, two late Soul-Split cultivators were decapitated midair.
Seeing this scene, some onlookers shivered and sucked in a cold breath. "Damn! Little Demon Song butchers late Soul-Split cultivators like chickens. No wonder he managed to wipe out seventeen Prime One Church branch altars!"
Lucas Li’s face turned ugly. If this kept up, he’d lose all his elite guards. He gritted his teeth and barked, "Everyone, fall back!"
The remaining nine late Soul-Split cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled to retreat from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Ian Song didn’t bother chasing them. To him, Lucas Li’s men weren’t even worth the effort—they weren’t even proper cannon fodder. His true enemy today was the Prime One Church.
"Little Demon Song really lives up to his reputation!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Just then, a cold voice rang out. A black-robed youth strode through the air, landing about seven or eight meters away, hands clasped behind his back, his icy gaze fixed on Ian Song.
"Who are you?"
Ian Song stared at the black-robed youth and asked.
The black-robed youth’s face darkened. "I’m Derek Ying, a direct disciple of the Prime One Church. Today, I’ve come to take your head as an offering to Warren Tang!"
Ian Song was momentarily surprised. "You don’t actually think I killed Warren Tang, do you?"
Derek Ying replied, "Whether you did or not doesn’t matter. But Lila Li was Warren Tang’s woman—you shouldn’t have touched her!"
"Heh!"
Ian Song couldn’t help but laugh. "Derek Ying, are you brain-damaged or just missing a few screws? Who do you think you are? Lila Li is my woman. Why shouldn’t I touch her?"
Lucas Li, standing to the side, overheard their conversation and was nearly driven mad with frustration. Lila Li was supposed to be his soon-to-be bride, yet she was being claimed by two other men right in front of everyone. He didn’t dare vent his anger at Derek Ying, so he could only unleash his fury at Ian Song, shouting, "Little Demon Song, you’re dead today! How dare you act so arrogant—ridiculous!"
At those words, Ian Song frowned and turned to glare at Lucas Li, his voice cold: "Shut up. Say one more word and I’ll cut your head off right here."
Hit with Ian Song’s icy warning, Lucas Li’s mind flashed back to how Ian had just slaughtered his men like chopping vegetables. A chill ran down his spine, and he swallowed his words.
He truly didn’t dare say another word.
"Little Demon Song really is a monster—just one sentence from him turned the Sixth Prince into a turtle hiding in its shell!" a stunned cultivator in the crowd muttered.
"Yeah, but you can’t really blame the Sixth Prince—Little Demon Song is just too vicious!"