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The black robe of Meiying was split open, revealing a left arm as dry as tree bark, with a deep wound that exposed the bone beneath. Black blood flowed from it, hissing as it corroded the ground beneath, creating small pits in the bluestone tiles. Meng Hao's strike had thoroughly enraged the assassin from Youmingfu.
"Damn it! You little ant, how dare you injure me?" Meiying shrieked, its voice filled with disbelief and fury, even trembling slightly. It had never expected that this mere woodcutter, Meng Hao, could actually harm it—a proud assassin of Youmingfu. This was an utter humiliation! Its body became indistinct in the poisonous mist and then transformed into several afterimages, rushing towards Meng Hao from all directions.
Fire ignited in Meng Hao's eyes; if he could injure it once, he could do so again! He stepped forward decisively, the golden light on his Golden Arm surging once more. The Heavenly Axe cleaved down again, aimed directly at Meiying's chest—the source of its power and its vital point! This strike was even more ferocious than before, imbued with a desperate resolve.
Meiying sensed the powerful aura erupting from Meng Hao and no longer underestimated him; a hint of seriousness flickered in its eyes. It darted through the poisonous mist like a ghost, attempting to evade Meng Hao's attack. However, Meng Hao's assault was 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.
In the arena, Meng Hao and Meiying were entangled in combat, golden light and black shadows intertwining. Each collision sent shockwaves through the air, dispersing the surrounding poisonous mist. The mist thickened with wails echoing around them, but Meng Hao's figure stood resolute like a war god, rising against the chaos with an indomitable will—like an unyielding primal beast tearing through the darkness before him.
"Useless! A bunch of useless fools! What are you doing?" A deafening roar shattered through the air, dispersing some of the poisonous mist. The Steel King burst forth 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 fixated on the nearby Iron Hammer Disciple.
"Speak! Who acted without permission? Who ruined our plan?" The Steel King kicked one cowering Iron Hammer Disciple away and pointed angrily at the moaning disciples of Kongtong Sect. "The Poison Matriarch's poison was never part of our plan! This is clearly a scheme by Youmingfu! You fools have been used as pawns!"
The kicked disciple scrambled to his feet in disarray, too afraid to speak. The other Iron Hammer Sect disciples fell silent as well; none dared to utter a word. They had thought that the Poison Matriarch was an ally summoned by the Steel King but were shocked to discover she was their enemy.
"Master... I am guilty..." Qian Fengyuan's face turned pale; he realized that this incident likely stemmed from Li Muqing but dared not reveal it directly.
Li Muqing stood at the edge of the poisonous mist, casting a cold glance at the Steel King with a barely perceptible smirk on his lips. He had long seen through the Steel King's insincerity toward Kongtong Sect; he was merely using them. Now that the 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," Li Muqing suddenly shouted loudly, his voice laced with sorrow yet mixed with subtle persuasion, "Our master is gravely poisoned and beyond saving! With poisonous mist surrounding us and strong enemies lurking nearby, we of Kongtong Sect are already trapped in dire straits! Rather than waiting for death, we should seize this chaos to obtain the Divine Weapon and establish our own path! Only then can we have a glimmer of hope!"
His words spread like a plague among the chaotic Kongtong disciples. Those who were only lightly poisoned and those who had grievances against Bai Yunzi showed signs of wavering in their eyes. They looked towards the center of the arena where Meng Hao was locked in battle with Meiying—golden light clashing against black shadows—while Bai Yunzi lay weakly under Sun Ruoshui's care.
"Li Muqing! How dare you incite infighting?" Sun Ruoshui exclaimed in shock as she anxiously treated Bai Yunzi but found herself overwhelmed. She looked at Li Muqing's twisted face and felt an unprecedented sense of strangeness and chill.
"Hmph! Sun Ruoshui, you foolish woman! Your compassion is misplaced!" Li Muqing sneered, 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 the Divine Weapon 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 fellow disciples.
"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!" Li Muqing's voice was cold and laced with a fierce determination. He intended to seize control of the Kongtong Sect amidst the chaos.
Meng Hao, entangled in battle with Meiying, keenly sensed Li Muqing's movements. Although he found himself in a perilous situation, he did not lose his composure. He could feel an ominous aura spreading, one that was colder and more lethal than the poisonous mist of Youmingfu. He glanced at Sun Ruoshui, who was trying to save Bai Yunzi, and then at the bewitched Kongtong disciples, a flicker of realization crossing 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 so he could free himself to confront Li Muqing's betrayal.
"You’re strong, 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 screech. Although it didn’t inflict real harm, Meng Hao felt a chilling energy trying to invade his body.
"Not strong 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 coursing through him, as if he could tear apart space itself 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 roared as he swung the Heavenly Axe with the force of Opening Up the Heavens and Splitting the Earth towards Meiying! This strike was no longer just an attack; it felt like a rending of space itself. A deafening explosion echoed 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 form beneath. Her eyes lost their ghostly green glow, becoming hollow and devoid of spirit—clearly injured by Meng Hao's attack. Her body rapidly dissipated in the golden energy wave before finally transforming into a wisp of black smoke that vanished into thin air.
With Meiying scattered by Meng Hao’s strike, the poisonous mist in the Arena also dissipated, and the foul stench in the air gradually faded away. However, chaos did not cease as Steel King glared at Li Muqing with murderous intent.
"Li Muqing! You traitor!" Steel King roared as he swung his heavy hammer with tremendous force towards Li Muqing. He knew that Li Muqing’s actions had completely shattered the balance between Iron Hammer Sect and Kongtong Sect, placing himself in grave danger.
Li Muqing's face changed dramatically; he hadn’t expected Steel King to suddenly turn against him. Though he had intentions of betrayal, he was ultimately too weak to withstand Steel King's might. He hurriedly raised his sword to block but heard a thunderous crash as his sword shattered instantly; Steel King’s hammer sent him flying across the ground where he landed heavily and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Cough cough… Steel King, you… you actually sided with this peasant?" Li Muqing struggled to rise but was wracked with pain and could muster no strength at all. He looked at Steel King with disbelief in his eyes.
"Help? I'm only acting for the greater good!" The Steel King snorted coldly, glancing at Meng Hao and then at the corpses strewn across the ground, his expression heavy with concern. He understood that the emergence of the Youmingfu had completely disrupted everyone's plans. Now, his only choice was to join forces with Meng Hao, eliminate the internal threat posed by Li Muqing, and then plot their next move.
Meng Hao was also panting heavily, the glow of the Qilin Arm gradually fading. He looked at the Steel King with a wary gaze. He knew that the Steel King was cunning and would not easily cooperate with him.
"Steel King, do you think I would still trust you?" Meng Hao said coldly. Although he had temporarily dealt with Meiying, his internal energy had been greatly depleted. If the Steel King turned against him again, he would find himself in an even greater crisis.
"Trust? We have no choice right now!" The Steel King looked at Meng Hao, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "The Youmingfu's target is the Divine Weapon; they won't spare either of us! That fool Li Muqing has brought wolves into our midst! Right now, we can only join forces to have a chance of survival!"
He extended his hand, pointing at the Kongtong Disciples who had been incited by Li Muqing, then gestured toward the fallen Iron Hammer Sect disciples, speaking in a low voice: "We both know that the greatest threat isn't each other anymore; it's this group of treacherous Youmingfu! We must deal with them first before we can discuss anything else!"
Meng Hao's gaze deepened as he looked into the Steel King's sincere eyes, lost in thought. He realized that what the Steel King said was true; the appearance of the Youmingfu had indeed changed the situation. Although he remained cautious of the Steel King, he had no better options at present. He needed to survive first to continue on his journey.
"Alright! I'll trust you this once!" Meng Hao tightened his grip on the Heavenly Axe, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "But if you dare to play tricks, I will make sure you suffer!" His voice was not loud but carried a threat that made the Steel King shiver inwardly.
The Steel King met Meng Hao's resolute gaze and felt an inexplicable surge of emotion. He knew that this young woodcutter, despite his humble origins, possessed a resilience and courage that few could match. He even felt a sense of anticipation for what surprises Meng Hao might bring.
"Then let’s fight!" The Steel King roared, swinging his heavy hammer once more, targeting those Kongtong Disciples who had been swayed by Li Muqing. He understood that only by completely eliminating Li Muqing's influence could he earn Meng Hao's trust and fight alongside him.
Meng Hao also stepped forward decisively, swinging his Heavenly Axe again. The golden axe light flashed like lightning as it struck down upon those Kongtong Disciples attempting to resist. He knew that at this moment, he had to demonstrate absolute power to suppress the chaotic situation.
On the arena, Meng Hao and the Steel King stood side by side, united in their goals and enemies. The focus of battle shifted entirely to Meng Hao. His decisions and actions would guide the course of events for everyone present. All eyes were on this former mountain woodcutter, hoping he could bring about a counterattack.
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