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Wang Yi let out a cold snort, his expression suddenly turning icy. With a light shout, the Vital Energy within him surged forth like a tidal wave breaking through a dam, releasing an immense and boundless aura of energy that rippled through the air at an incredible speed in all directions.
"Buzz!"
At the moment the invisible wave of energy spread out, the air exploded with a sound, as if millions of bombs had been dropped in a hundred-foot radius, creating an incessant cacophony of explosions that engulfed the blue circle.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The terrifying sound of energy explosions was deafening, like thunder descending from the heavens.
"This is bad."
Elder Song and the other nine people's expressions changed slightly, soon replaced by a look of intense pain as they all spat out a mouthful of blood. With a loud crash, the area within the blue arc turned into a Blood Sea, enveloping Wang Yi. At the same time, their auras continuously rose, reaching the level of the Seventh Level of Creation Realm.
In that moment, the power of the Ten Directions Sword Formation reached an unprecedented level, causing everyone's expressions to change dramatically.
"Wang Yi is doomed," the Gray-Clad Man said, his pupils constricting as he spoke.
"Indeed." Zhao Kuangyin nodded in agreement. "This Ten Directions Sword Formation is the treasure of Canglan Sect. Coupled with the Blood Technique, each of these ten individuals possesses the strength of the Seventh Level of Creation Realm. Together, even a Pinnacle of the Ninth Layer of Transformation Realm would only meet death."
"Master, I didn't expect Canglan Sect's Ten Directions Sword Formation to be so powerful. Fortunately, we did not act rashly; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable," Li Kun, the Grand Elder of Ziyang Sect, said with a hint of trepidation on his face and a tone of relief.
"Yes, it seems our Master has foresight," Second Elder Xie Changge remarked.
"But this may not be a good thing. If this continues, Canglan Sect's influence will far surpass that of our Ziyang Sect," Yang Xuan said with a grim expression.
Meanwhile, within the Blood Sea stood two figures.
"Poof."
Lian Bi felt a surge of energy and blood within him, and with a gasp, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale. "Young Master, this is the Canglan Sect Blood Exchange Technique. It can combine the blood energy of ten people, and its power will far exceed the Ten Directions Sword Formation."
"Mm." Wang Yi nodded.
"Young Master, I have some understanding of this Blood Exchange Array. I can create a path for you to escape. You should leave quickly and seek revenge for me when you have gained strength," Lian Bi said as he gathered his Primordial Energy. A powerful aura soon radiated from him, spreading out like a tide.
"No need. If I can't even break through this mere Ten Directions Sword Formation, how can I talk about killing Meng Hang, that old bastard?" Wang Yi smiled, showing no signs of urgency; instead, he appeared remarkably calm.
"Ah!"
Upon hearing this, Lian Bi looked shocked.
"Hahaha..." Meng Hang gazed at the distant Blood Sea, his face filled with pride as he laughed, "Young Wang Yi, this time I want to see where you can escape to!"
"Congratulations, Sect Master. This Wang Yi is doomed."
"Indeed, he has probably turned into blood by now."
"This child truly deserves to die. If we don't tear him to pieces, it won't be enough to avenge the Elders."
The elders of the Canglan Sect all wore expressions of delight.
"Drink."
Suddenly, just as Canglan Sect and Meng Hang were reveling in their perceived victory, a calm yet low voice suddenly echoed from the Blood Sea. The sound was faint and barely audible; however, in an instant, it surged forth like a tempest, crashing down upon everyone's ears like a thunderclap, making them feel as if their eardrums would burst.
"Ah..."
At the Martial Arts Plaza, the lower-ranked disciples of the Canglan Sect spat blood amidst the sound of thunder and lightning, with some collapsing directly to the ground.
"Rumbling!"
It was as if the sound of nine clouds of thunder striking the earth echoed, and a faint Blood Sword Qi effortlessly sliced through the Blood Sea, appearing before everyone like lightning.
"Slaughter Sword Technique!"
"This is bad..." Elder Song felt the terrifying power firsthand and exclaimed in alarm.
However, before he could finish his sentence, the Blood Sword Qi surged several times in intensity and then descended with a speed that was impossible to react to. With a crack, the blood-red arc instantly crumbled, unleashing a towering wave of blood-colored energy that reached a hundred feet high, followed by a series of anguished screams.
In disbelief, everyone watched as Elder Song and nine others were sent flying as if struck by lightning.
"Kill!"
Wang Yi roared in his heart and brought down the Sword of Slaughter in fury.
"Poof! Poof!"
Two Elders in Long Robes merely brushed against a wisp of Blood Sword Qi and disintegrated into a shower of blood like bubbles, without even having a chance to react.
"Run."
Without any hesitation, Elder Song and the eight remaining members of Cui Gu directed their remaining trace of Primordial Energy toward Meng Hang, seeking refuge.
"Do you think you can escape?"
However, just as their figures began to unfold, a cold and merciless voice echoed in their ears, and then they saw a wave of blood energy spreading before them. Their eyes widened in shock, and they lost consciousness.
“……”
The bodies of Elder Song and the others exploded simultaneously with a single sound.
At the same time, the Blood Sea slowly dissipated, and the figures of Wang Yi and Lian Bi gradually appeared in Meng Hang's line of sight.
“Hiss.”
Whether it was Zhao Kuangyin or Yang Xuan, both gasped in disbelief as they looked at the vanishing blood rain, their faces showing expressions of incredulity.
“Impossible,” the Gray-Clad Man exclaimed in disbelief.
“No wonder Meng Hang went to such lengths to kill Wang Yi; he is truly a demon!” Zhao Kuangyin murmured, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.
“This time, Canglan Sect has really messed up. Once the Ten Directions Sword Formation is broken, Meng Hang has nothing left to counter Wang Yi,” Yang Xuan shook his head, suddenly turning cold. He said to the nearby elders of Ziyang Sect, “Send out the order: from now on, if anyone from Ziyang Sect sees Wang Yi, they must not provoke him.”
“Yes.”
The crowd's expressions turned serious as they hurriedly responded. They had already witnessed Wang Yi's strength; if anyone dared to provoke him, it would be like seeking their own death.
“Meng Zongzhu, now… it’s your turn,” Wang Yi said as he walked step by step toward Meng Hang. Each step was taken very slowly, but with each step he took, he appeared ten zhang away in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he stood less than ten zhang away from Meng Hang, gazing at the people of Canglan Sect.
“Kill him.”
Meng Hang's face turned ashen as he pointed at Wang Yi and said coldly.
The elders of the Canglan Sect exchanged glances, fear evident in their eyes, and fell silent, none daring to step forward.
"I command you to kill him," Meng Hang said coldly.
However, among the more than ten elders, it was unclear who fled first, but soon everyone scattered and ran away.
"Waste," Meng Hang's face revealed a murderous intent. With a swift motion, he grabbed one of the fleeing elders and killed him with a single blow.
"Spare us, Sect Leader!" several elders pleaded in terror.
"Those who flee in battle shall die!" Meng Hang's voice was icy and devoid of emotion. He swiftly unleashed a streak of green light from his hand, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten elders fell dead at his hands.
"What?" The disciples of the Canglan Sect watching this scene were filled with horror; some trembled in fear, looking at the cold-faced Meng Hang.
"Run!" Someone shouted in panic, and soon a large number of Canglan Sect disciples began to flee down the mountain desperately.
"The Canglan Sect is finished," Zhao Kuangyin said, his pupils constricting. Now it was clear that the Canglan Sect was truly doomed, with only Meng Hang left as a solitary figure.
"That old fellow has reached the end of his rope," Yang Xuan said with a smile.
"Wang Yi, if we don't kill you today, we will not be human," Meng Hang shouted at Wang Yi, his voice filled with desperation.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At that moment, two long rainbows, one white and one black, broke through the air.
"Meng Hang, what is going on here?"
The black figure slowly revealed his true form, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, exuding a chilling aura. A hint of severity occasionally flashed across his brow as he looked around with cold eyes and furrowed his brows in inquiry.
"Master."
The white figure was slender and graceful, a woman in her twenties with skin like cream, bright eyes and white teeth, a delicate nose, and beautiful willow-like eyebrows. However, she also emanated a cold aura that made her seem unapproachable.
"Lord Tiesen, I apologize for troubling you this time," Meng Hang said respectfully, his tone filled with deference.
"Mm." Tiesen nodded, his cold gaze slowly falling on Wang Yi. His pupils flickered as he said, "Our transaction ends here. I hope this is the last time."
"Understood," Meng Hang replied with a nod.
"Child, I didn't expect you to dare to come; this is somewhat beyond my expectations," Tiesen said slowly. "I hear you are a rare talent in the Song Kingdom; would you be willing to join my temple and become one of us?"
"Lord Tie..." Meng Hang's expression changed as he hurriedly spoke.
"Silence! I have my own plans," Tiesen barked.
"Then what is the temple you speak of?" Wang Yi raised an eyebrow and asked.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Lian Bi show a look of confusion, but even Zhao Kuangyin and Yang Xuan were extremely curious about where this mysterious figure in a black robe came from.
"Wang Yi, I believe you should know about Zhongzhou," Tieson said with a smile when he saw Wang Yi nod. "Do you know about the Hunting Temple?"
"Hunting Temple?"
Everyone looked puzzled.
"I come from there," Tieson said with a tone of pride. "The Hunting Temple is one of the top forces in Zhongzhou. There are countless Transcendent Realm Experts like Meng Hang who hold great power in your Song Kingdom. I am merely an outer member of the temple, so you should understand the extent of its influence."
"What?"
Zhao Kuangyin and the others showed expressions of shock upon hearing this.
"You have exceptional talent. As long as you are willing to join the temple, you can gain supreme power. At that time, it would be easy for you to either kill Meng Hang or become the king of the Song Kingdom," Tieson chuckled.
Before his words faded, Zhao Kuangyin and the others all looked alarmed and uncertain, their gazes fixed on Wang Yi.
"Lord Tie, didn't you promise to help me kill him?" Meng Hang's face turned pale at these words, as if he was extremely afraid of Wang Yi agreeing. He hurriedly added, "Moreover, my disciple Ling Yao has already joined the temple. Both she and I are loyal to the temple!"
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