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The black robe of Meiying was torn apart, revealing a left arm as dry as tree bark, marked by a deep wound that exposed bone. Black blood flowed from it, hissing as it dripped onto the bluestone floor, instantly corroding small pits into the surface. This strike from Meng Hao had thoroughly enraged the assassin from the Underworld.
“Damn it! You little ant, how dare you injure me?” Meiying let out a sharp screech, filled with disbelief and fury, even trembling slightly. It never expected that this mere woodcutter, Meng Hao, could actually harm it—a distinguished assassin of the Underworld—this was an utter humiliation! Its body became blurry in the poisonous mist and then transformed into several afterimages, attacking Meng Hao from all directions.
Fire burned in Meng Hao's eyes; if he could injure it once, he could do so again! He stepped forward decisively, and the golden light on his Golden Arm surged once more. The Heavenly Axe struck out again, aimed directly at Meiying's chest—the source of its power and its vital point! This blow was even more ferocious than before, imbued with a sense of desperation.
Meiying sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from Meng Hao and no longer underestimated him; a hint of seriousness appeared in its gaze. It moved like a ghost through the poisonous fog, attempting to evade Meng Hao's attack. However, Meng Hao's strikes were relentless, like a parasite clinging to its host. No matter how Meiying tried to dodge, the edge of the Heavenly Axe remained locked onto it.
On the arena, Meng Hao and Meiying were locked in combat; golden light and black shadows intertwined with each clash sending shockwaves that scattered the surrounding poison mist. The air was filled with wails of despair, yet Meng Hao's figure stood like a war god amidst the chaos, rising against the tide with an indomitable will—like an unyielding primal beast tearing through the darkness before him.
“Useless fools! What are you doing?” A deafening roar shattered through the air, dispersing some of the poison mist. Steel King charged out from the crowd like an enraged lion. His massive frame was covered in numerous wounds, clearly having suffered greatly in the recent toxic haze. But at that moment, he paid no mind to his injuries; his crimson gaze fixed fiercely on a trembling disciple of the Hammer Sect.
“Speak! Who acted without permission? Who disrupted our plan?” Steel King kicked one cowering disciple away and pointed at the moaning disciples of Kongtong Sect, roaring angrily, “The poison from Poison Matriarch was never part of our plan! This is clearly a scheme from the Underworld! You fools have been used as pawns!”
The kicked disciple scrambled to his feet in disarray, too afraid to speak. The other Hammer Sect disciples fell silent as well; none dared to utter a word. They had thought Poison Matriarch was an ally summoned by Steel King but were shocked to discover she was actually their enemy.
“Master... I am guilty...” Qian Fengyuan’s face turned pale; he knew this incident likely stemmed from Li Muqing but did not dare to reveal it directly.
Li Muqing stood at the edge of the poison mist, casting a cold glance at Steel King with a barely perceptible smirk on his lips. He had long realized that Steel King was not genuinely cooperating with Kongtong Sect but merely using them. Now that Poison Matriarch had appeared, it was an excellent opportunity for him to act. He looked at those poisoned disciples of Kongtong Sect with a glint of greed in his eyes.
“Brothers and sisters! Our master is gravely poisoned and beyond saving!” Li Muqing suddenly shouted loudly, his voice tinged with sorrow yet laced with insidious persuasion. “With poison filling the air and strong enemies surrounding us, we Kongtong Sect are indeed trapped in dire straits! Instead of waiting for death, why not seize this opportunity amidst chaos to claim divine weapons and establish our own path? Only then can we have a glimmer of hope!”
His words spread like a plague among the confused disciples of Kongtong Sect. Those who were only lightly poisoned and those who harbored grievances against Bai Yunzi began to show signs of wavering. They looked toward the center of the arena where Meng Hao was entangled with Meiying—golden light intertwining with black shadows—while Bai Yunzi lay weakly under Sun Ruoshui's care.
“Li Muqing! How dare you incite infighting?” Sun Ruoshui exclaimed in shock. She anxiously treated Bai Yunzi but felt overwhelmed. Looking at Li Muqing’s twisted face made her feel an unprecedented sense of estrangement and chill.
"Hmph! Sun Ruoshui, you foolish woman! Your compassion is misplaced!" Li Muqing scoffed, his gaze towards Sun Ruoshui filled with disdain. "Can’t you see the situation? The Kongtong Sect is on the brink of collapse. If we don’t seek change, we will inevitably perish! Only by obtaining divine weapons can we rise and become the true overlords of the martial world!" He gestured to several disciples beside him, all of whom were his trusted followers, and they drew their swords, pointing them at the hesitant members of their sect.
"Anyone who dares to defy will be killed without mercy!" Li Muqing's voice was cold and menacing; he aimed to seize control of the Kongtong Sect amidst the chaos.
Meng Hao, entangled in a fierce battle with Meiying, keenly sensed Li Muqing's movements. Though he found himself in a perilous situation, he did not lose his composure. He could feel an ominous aura spreading around him, one that was colder and more lethal than the toxic mist of the Underworld. He glanced at Sun Ruoshui, who was trying to save Bai Yunzi, then at the bewitched Kongtong disciples, and a realization flashed through his mind.
He understood that a greater conspiracy was brewing; that scoundrel Li Muqing intended to take advantage of the chaos! Though anxious, he could not alter the situation and could only think calmly about how to respond. He knew this was not the time for hesitation; he had to quickly deal with Meiying to free himself up to confront Li Muqing's betrayal.
"You’re strong, kid, but not strong enough!" Meiying's voice echoed like a ghostly whisper in Meng Hao's ear as her dark nails scraped against his Golden Arm, producing a harsh grinding sound. Although it didn’t cause any substantial harm, Meng Hao felt a chilling energy attempting to invade his body.
"Not enough? Then let me show you what true strength looks like!" A fierce glint flashed in Meng Hao's eyes as his internal energy surged wildly. The golden light of his Qilin Arm erupted around him, enveloping him in a dazzling radiance. He felt an unprecedented power surging within him, as if he could tear through space at any moment.
This was the ultimate defensive form of the Heavenly Axe—Qilin Arm! It was nearly invincible against physical attacks and could even resist mental assaults while creating localized force fields to manipulate elemental energy. More terrifyingly, it granted its user powerful regenerative abilities and converted absorbed attack energy into their own strength.
Meng Hao let out a roar as he swung the Heavenly Axe with earth-shattering force towards Meiying! This strike was no longer just an attack; it was akin to tearing apart space itself. A deafening explosion resonated through the air as a golden wave of energy surged forth like a tsunami, instantly engulfing Meiying.
Meiying let out a piercing scream as her black robe turned to ashes, revealing her skeletal body beneath. Her eyes lost their ghostly green glow, becoming hollow and lifeless—clearly shaken by Meng Hao’s attack on her spirit. Her form rapidly dissipated in the golden energy wave until she finally transformed into a wisp of black smoke that vanished into thin air.
With Meiying dispersed by Meng Hao’s strike, the toxic mist on the arena also dissipated, and the foul stench in the air gradually faded away. However, chaos did not cease. Steel King glared at Li Muqing with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Li Muqing! You traitor!" Steel King roared as he swung his heavy hammer with immense force towards Li Muqing. He knew that Li Muqing’s actions had completely disrupted the balance between the Iron Hammer Sect and Kongtong Sect and had placed himself in grave danger.
Li Muqing's face changed dramatically; he hadn’t expected Steel King to suddenly turn against him. Although he had intentions of betrayal, he lacked the strength to withstand Steel King’s might. He hastily raised his sword to block but heard a loud clang as his sword shattered instantly under Steel King's blow. He was sent flying backward by the impact and crashed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Cough... Steel King, you... you actually sided with this peasant?" Li Muqing struggled to rise but felt excruciating pain throughout his body and couldn’t muster even a bit of strength. He looked at Steel King with disbelief in his eyes.
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