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The wooden cabin was surrounded, and a murderous aura filled the air. Meng Hao's roar echoed like a trapped beast's cry, as the Heavenly Axe in his hand glimmered with a bronze light, firmly protecting him and Li Yunyan behind him. He could feel the rapid depletion of his strength, but the instinct to protect Li Yunyan kept him steady, unmoving.
"Overestimating yourself!" The leader of the black-clad men sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. He waved his hand, and the assassins surrounding the cabin surged in like a tide, their blades glinting coldly in the twilight as they launched a relentless assault on Meng Hao.
"Die, arrogant fool!" One assassin charged forward first, wielding a long knife that whipped up a fierce blade wind aimed directly at Meng Hao's throat.
Meng Hao suddenly dropped his shoulder, and the Heavenly Axe swung horizontally, producing a piercing screech as it met the attack. The assassin felt an immense force radiate from the blade, numbing his grip and causing him to stumble back, nearly falling.
"Hmph, mere tricks!" Meng Hao spat, twisting the axe and striking back at the assassin's chest. The assassin was taken aback, retreating hastily but still caught by the axe's wind, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
Li Yunyan's face turned pale as she tightly grasped Meng Hao's clothing, sensing his trembling body. She knew he was nearing his limit; even with the strength of the Heavenly Axe, he couldn't withstand this nearly endless onslaught for much longer. A complex look flashed in her eyes; after struggling for a moment, she whispered to Meng Hao, "Meng Hao, you go first. I'll hold them off!"
"Holding them off? What kind of joke is that?!" Meng Hao snapped his head around, glaring at Li Yunyan. His bloodshot eyes were filled with determination: "I won't let you suffer even a scratch!"
"You... you fool!" Li Yunyan's heart trembled, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She knew Meng Hao was an honest man, but she never expected he would go to such lengths for her.
At that moment, the wall of the cabin was suddenly smashed in with a loud crash as more assassins poured in from all directions, sealing off every escape route. Their weapons shimmered with various colors of light—attacks formed from condensed elemental energy.
"Kid, let's see how long you can hold out!" The leader of the assassins' eyes glinted with malice as he waved his hand sharply. Several sorcerers skilled in elemental attacks stepped forward from the crowd; their hands moved swiftly as flames blazed hotly in the air, icy shards pierced through the atmosphere, and razor-sharp winds sliced through.
"Whoosh!"
A massive fireball surged forward with searing heat aimed directly at Meng Hao's face. Without time to think, Meng Hao instinctively sidestepped while thrusting the Heavenly Axe into the ground. The bronze light instantly transformed into a solid shield enveloping both him and Li Yunyan.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades... various elemental attacks rained down upon the shield like a torrential storm, producing deafening sounds. Although the shield was sturdy, with each impact, Meng Hao's body trembled violently, a metallic taste rising in his throat.
"Meng Hao! You can't hold on much longer!" Li Yunyan shouted anxiously. She could feel Meng Hao's trembling intensifying, and the blood seeping from his mouth stained the corner of her tightly gripped clothing.
"Get away! I'm not dead yet!" Meng Hao roared. He knew he couldn't just sit back and wait. With a sudden motion, he drew the Heavenly Axe and charged forward. The bronze shield became even more solid at that moment, resembling a massive grinding wheel as it rolled toward the assassins.
The assassins were caught off guard by Meng Hao's counterattack. Several of the front-line assassins were directly knocked away by the shield, blood spewing from their mouths as they crashed heavily to the ground.
"What an opportunity!" A glint of determination flashed in Meng Hao's eyes. Seizing the moment, he swung the Heavenly Axe like lightning. The axe blade whistled through the air as it struck toward a top assassin from Youmingfu.
The assassin's eyes widened in terror; he never expected that Meng Hao could unleash such a powerful attack in such a dire situation. He hurriedly raised his short knife to block, but the power of the Heavenly Axe far exceeded his expectations.
"Crack!"
A sharp sound echoed as the short knife shattered. The Heavenly Axe continued its momentum, striking directly at the assassin's chest. The assassin let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against the wall and spewing blood before dying on the spot.
"What... what kind of power is this!" The other assassins were filled with fear; they had not anticipated that an ordinary-looking woodcutter could slay a top assassin from Youmingfu with a single blow!
"Die!" Meng Hao's eyes were bloodshot. He knew that at this moment, he could only fight his way through to survive. He swung the Heavenly Axe faster, its bronze glow making him appear like a god of war.
However, just as he prepared to press his advantage, an even more terrifying sense of danger surged from behind him. He quickly turned around to see a shadow appearing behind him like a ghost, an overwhelming wave of elemental energy crashing toward him like a tsunami.
"Kid, nice reflexes, but... too late!" A cold voice laced with mockery rang in Meng Hao's ear.
Meng Hao's heart sank; he could feel that this power was far greater than any previous assassin he had faced. He realized that a true master from Youmingfu had finally made their move. He swiftly turned around, positioning the Heavenly Axe in front of him as the bronze shield solidified instantly, protecting him firmly.
“Boom!”
A loud explosion reverberated as the terrifying energy of the Five Elements crashed against the shield. Meng Hao felt his body jolt violently, a wave of metallic sweetness surging up his throat. The ground beneath him cracked inch by inch, and the entire wooden house began to sway precariously.
“Pfft!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He knew that this time he truly could not endure any longer. His body swayed unsteadily, and the Heavenly Axe in his hand felt heavier than ever.
Just as he was about to collapse, a white figure shot through the air like lightning, accompanied by a furious shout that exploded in his ears: “Youmingfu scum, daring to wreak havoc on Kongtong Sect’s territory, seeking death!”
“Bang!”
The newcomer wielded a long sword that danced like a dragon emerging from the sea, its sharp aura forcing back the Youmingfu expert.
Meng Hao barely managed to open his eyes and saw a young man in a white robe standing before him. The sword in his hand gleamed coldly, radiating an aura of righteousness. This was… a disciple of Kongtong Sect!
“Meng Hao, are you alright?” The young man turned his head, concern etched on his face as he looked at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao weakly shook his head, but a sense of relief washed over him. He knew that he had narrowly escaped death.
“Thank you…” Meng Hao began to express his gratitude but suddenly felt darkness enveloping him as his body lurched forward. Just before losing consciousness completely, he vaguely heard the young man's urgent voice: “Senior Brother, come quickly to save him!”
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