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Meng Hao stood shoulder to shoulder with the Steel King, the Heavenly Axe and heavy hammer stirring up a whirlwind. The golden light of the axe intertwined with the howling shadows of the hammer, forming a vortex of death that instantly consumed those Kongtong Disciples who had been incited by Li Muqing. Wails echoed in succession, blood splattered, and severed limbs flew into the air, filling the atmosphere with a strong scent of blood. In this moment, they were no longer the rulers of their respective sects but the fiercest reapers on the battlefield.
In front of Kongtong Mountain, the once serene landscape was now completely torn apart by war. The setting sun bled crimson, dyeing the entire mountain in a tragic red hue, reflecting the chaos and corpses strewn across the ground. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and scorched earth, occasionally punctuated by faint cries that seemed to lament this sudden catastrophe.
"Quick! Everyone come this way!" Sun Ruoshui shouted anxiously. Her well-proportioned figure appeared somewhat fragile amidst the chaos, yet her gaze was unwavering. She half-supported and half-dragged the faintly breathing Bai Yunzi, striving to retreat to safety. Those Kongtong Disciples who had not fully succumbed to poison or were barely holding on scattered like headless flies under her command, each face etched with fear and despair.
"Master... how are you?" Sun Ruoshui looked at Bai Yunzi's pale face, her eyes reddening. Bai Yunzi's breath grew weaker, and even holding himself up seemed extraordinarily difficult.
Bai Yunzi struggled to raise his hand, attempting to grasp Sun Ruoshui's arm but it fell limply instead. His lips trembled as he spoke haltingly, "Yunyan... it's up to you... to protect the disciples... Kongtong... must not perish..." His voice was hoarse and frail, each word seeming to drain him of his last strength.
At that moment, Li Yunyan also wore an anxious expression. Watching Bai Yunzi gravely injured and on the brink of death filled her heart with mixed emotions. She knew this was her best chance to seize the Heavenly Axe, yet Bai Yunzi's dying words left her in turmoil.
Meng Hao listened intently to Bai Yunzi's words, glancing at the nearby disciples wailing in agony; it felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. These were living lives—the future of Kongtong Sect! A strong sense of responsibility surged within him, causing him to shudder. Gritting his teeth fiercely, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes: "I promise you! Even if it costs me my life, I will protect them!"
"Steel King, continue to eliminate those traitors! I'll clear a path!" Meng Hao roared as his internal energy surged wildly. The golden light on his Qilin Arm flared up again, enveloping him in a dazzling golden glow. With each step he took forward, the stone slabs beneath him cracked open as a terrifying power radiated from him, intimidating the Iron Hammer Sect disciples who were attacking.
"Good lad! You've got guts!" The Steel King’s eyes sparkled with admiration as he swung his heavy hammer violently, smashing an Iron Hammer Disciple who attempted a sneak attack into a pulp. He understood that Meng Hao had completely thrown caution to the wind; in this state, Meng Hao was at his most terrifying.
Like a madman, Meng Hao wielded the Heavenly Axe as if it were a bolt of golden lightning; each swing produced a deafening crack that tore through the air. The Iron Hammer Sect disciples could not even approach; anyone grazed by the axe blade would instantly turn into misty blood. He no longer held back and pushed the formidable defense and counterattack capabilities of his Qilin Arm to their limits; absorbed energy transformed into an even more violent offensive force.
"Ah—" A piercing scream shattered the sky as Li Muqing struggled to rise from the ground. He looked at Meng Hao's godlike figure with eyes filled with fear and jealousy. He never expected Meng Hao's strength to reach such heights!
"Hmph! Meng Hao! Do you think this will allow you to dominate the martial world? Naive!" Li Muqing’s face twisted as he suddenly drew a poisoned dagger from his bosom, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. He knew this was his last chance; he had to kill Meng Hao to completely seize control of Kongtong Sect and obtain the Divine Weapon!
With a swift movement, he darted toward Meng Hao’s back like a ghost, the dagger gleaming coldly as it aimed for Meng Hao’s vital points. He believed that no matter how strong Meng Hao was, he could not withstand this meticulously planned strike!
However, just as the dagger was about to pierce Meng Hao, his figure vanished like a ghost. Li Muqing was struck with fear, unable to react in time. Suddenly, he heard a dull thud, and felt an immense force hit him, sending him flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground, the dagger slipping from his grasp.
"Traitor! Die!" Meng Hao reappeared, his Qilin Arm shining with golden light, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He knew that someone like Li Muqing, if not completely eradicated, would only become a greater threat in the future.
Li Muqing felt a sharp pain in his chest. He struggled to rise but found himself utterly powerless. Looking into Meng Hao's cold gaze, he experienced an unprecedented fear. He knew he was doomed.
Just as Meng Hao's Heavenly Axe was about to descend, Steel King suddenly appeared in front of Li Muqing, swinging his heavy hammer to block the axe's light.
"Wait! Meng Hao! Don’t kill him!" Steel King shouted angrily. He glanced at Li Muqing and then at Meng Hao, speaking in a deep voice, "We still have use for him!"
Meng Hao furrowed his brow. Although he didn’t understand Steel King’s intentions, his instincts told him that Steel King was not helping Li Muqing. He withdrew his Heavenly Axe, his eyes filled with caution.
Steel King did not explain further. He turned abruptly to face the Kongtong Disciples who were being eroded by toxic mist and were on the verge of collapse. Their eyes were vacant, their bodies twitching; they had clearly reached their limit.
"Kongtong Sect disciples! Listen up!" Steel King's voice boomed like a bell across the chaotic battlefield. "I know you are suffering, but now is not the time for despair! Your leader Bai Yunzi has been gravely injured while protecting you!"
He pointed at Meng Hao and then at himself, raising his voice: "Now, we Iron Hammer Sect are joining forces with Meng Hao for one purpose—to save you! As long as you hold on, we can get you out of here!"
His words acted like a refreshing spring, instantly extinguishing the despair in the hearts of those disciples. A glimmer of hope reignited in their eyes; though weak in body, they struggled to stand up and gripped their weapons tightly, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Iron Hammer Sect disciples to fend off the incoming Youmingfu assassins.
Watching this scene unfold, Meng Hao felt a warmth surge within him. He understood that although Steel King was cunning by nature, he could still discern right from wrong when it truly mattered.
“Meng Hao! Let’s charge out!” Steel King roared, swinging his heavy hammer once more, aiming directly at the assassins from Youmingfu.
“Fight!” A glint of determination flashed in Meng Hao’s eyes as he stepped forward. The Heavenly Axe swung again, its golden light flashing like lightning as it struck at the Youmingfu assassins trying to block their path.
The battle escalated once more, with Meng Hao and Steel King leading the charge while the disciples of Kongtong Sect and Iron Hammer Sect fought desperately behind them. With every step they took, they paid a bloody price.
“Kid, do you think you can escape?” A chilling voice suddenly whispered in Meng Hao’s ear, followed by a shadow appearing before him like a wraith.
It was Meiying from Youmingfu! It hadn’t died! Its form was even more ethereal than before, clearly a remnant soul forcibly condensed back into existence.
“Damn it!” A heavy weight settled in Meng Hao’s heart; he hadn’t expected Meiying to reappear. He knew that Meiying’s target was the Heavenly Axe and it wouldn’t give up easily.
“Die!” Meiying shrieked, its withered left arm stretching out suddenly, black claws like blades aimed straight for Meng Hao’s brow.
A fierce glint flashed in Meng Hao’s eyes as he stepped forward decisively. The Heavenly Axe swung with the might of Opening Up the Heavens and Splitting the Earth, striking down fiercely at Meiying! He understood that this was the final battle!
The golden axe light collided with the black claws, producing a piercing screech. A terrifying wave of energy erupted instantly, sending everything around them flying.
This strike would determine the fate of Kongtong Sect and shape Meng Hao’s future!
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