"Either way, it's no loss for me."
The smile on Song Wanning's face grew more unrestrained and audacious, enraging Feng Jinchuan to the point that veins bulged on his temples, his head throbbing with fury.
Even knowing she was deliberately provoking him, he couldn't take it anymore. His pupils narrowed into vertical slits as he lunged toward Song Wanning.
He unleashed a hurricane with his first move, which howled as it swept toward her.
At the same time, his left hand formed a seal. A small, orange flower bloomed at his fingertips, then scattered into a shower of starlike motes that rained down from above.
Anything they touched seemed to have its Spiritual Power drained, collapsing limply to the ground.
Meanwhile, the other elder also launched his attack.
A gourd appeared in his hand. He flung it outward, and a gushing spring descended from the heavens, crashing down with the force of a raging waterfall.
