Just like when Rong Zi suddenly appeared in front of Song Fengming and attacked him before, her body seemed not to have moved at all, but rather disappeared and reappeared out of thin air.
Moreover, every attack Song Fengming launched after that missed its mark.
Everyone can see it clearly.
Rong Zi wasn't faster than him; he was teleporting.
Qi Yufei, sitting in the audience, exclaimed in amazement, "Master's teleportation technique is amazing!"
Xi Ling'er stared intently at the situation within the formation.
As if she had suddenly realized something, she said, "No, Master's action was not just simple teleportation. She directly controlled the entire space within that formation, including Sect Master Song inside."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Xi Ling'er.
"Control the entire space within the formation?"
Xi Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she nodded in reply, "That's right, the space within that formation is now entirely under Master's control. Everything in that space will change position according to her will."
She possesses a spatial spiritual root, making her far more sensitive to space than others.
Therefore, she knew better than anyone just how shocking Rong Zi's actions were.
Song Fengming didn't even touch Rong Zi's clothes.
Having cultivated to the Mahayana stage, he naturally recognized Rong Zi's abilities.
Song Fengming frowned and asked, "You have a spatial spiritual root?"
To be able to utilize spatial power to this extent, one must definitely possess a spatial spiritual root, and moreover, an extremely high-grade one at that.
Rong Zi smiled and winked at him.
"you guess?"
Song Fengming's gaze grew increasingly solemn as he looked at her, and his heart sank deeper and deeper.
We must finish this quickly!
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the spirit sword in the air, pointing the tip at Rong Zi on the ground, and then began to cast a spell by forming hand seals.
As Song Fengming moved, countless spirit swords suddenly materialized in the air.
He manipulated the spirit swords, his palm suddenly pressing down, each spirit sword carrying surging spiritual power, fiercely smashing into every corner of the formation.
"Now let's see how you hide."
Seeing this, Rong Zi simply stood still, without even moving an inch.
Just as the sky was about to riddle her with countless spiritual swords, she suddenly beckoned to Song Fengming without warning.
Song Fengming was completely confused.
However, just as he was wondering what was going on, everything suddenly went black.
The next second, his figure appeared strangely above Rong Zi's head.
That's right, right above her head.
And it's lying horizontally!
He perfectly served as Rong Zi's human shield.
By the time Song Fengming realized what was happening, it was too late to retrieve the spirit swords that were flying down.
In desperation, he could only quickly cast a spell to create a defensive shield for himself, trying to withstand the attack of the spirit sword.
However, Song Fengming used all his strength when he attacked, and the defensive shield was built too hastily. Although he successfully deflected some of the attack, he was still injured as a result.
Several spirit swords, formed from spiritual energy, pierced his body, causing a sweet taste in his throat and making him groan involuntarily.
Of all these countless spirit swords, the real spirit sword is the most lethal.
After all, Song Fengming's spirit sword was a Heaven-rank spirit weapon.
In addition, there was all the strength he had just used.
Even Song Fengming himself, if he were stabbed by this sword under these circumstances, would be seriously injured at the very least.
The spirit sword had already pierced through the defensive shield erected by Song Fengming and was heading straight for his heart with unstoppable momentum.
Everyone who witnessed this thrilling scene held their breath.
Just when everyone thought that Song Fengming's sword strike was completely unavoidable, a small, white hand suddenly appeared, precisely grabbing the spirit sword and stopping it from stabbing towards Song Fengming.
Finally, the sword tip stopped just short of Song Fengming's chest.
It even pierced the fabric on his chest.
Thus, the scene we see today unfolded within the formation.
It was as if Song Fengming's body was being controlled by someone, and he was lying flat in the air without any support.
The petite girl stood on the air, her posture upright beside him.
She held a fiery red spirit sword in her hand, its tip pressed against Song Fengming's chest. As her skirt fluttered, she looked down at him and said softly.
"You lost."
Song Fengming's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were wide open.
The sight of Rong Zi before him, the pain in his body, and the spirit sword that was originally his own still pressed against his chest—all these things told him something.
He really lost.
A complete and utter defeat!
He lost to a teenage girl in the Foundation Establishment stage!
Moreover, if Rong Zi hadn't intervened, his body would probably have been pierced through by his own spirit sword by now.
Seeing that Song Fengming remained silent, Rong Zi bent down and placed the spirit sword in her hand horizontally on his body.
Then she got up and clapped her hands.
"All done, that's a wrap!"
As he spoke, Rong Zi took small steps, as if descending stairs, and walked step by step from mid-air to the ground.
The audience was stunned.
Someone asked in a daze, "What happened? Sect Leader Song... lost?"
The person next to him nodded stiffly.
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