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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, creating a vortex of death that instantly swallowed those disciples of Kongtong who had been misled by Li Muqing. Wails echoed through the air, blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew into the sky, filling the atmosphere with a strong metallic scent. In this moment, they were no longer the rulers of their respective sects but the fiercest reapers on the battlefield.
At the entrance of Kongtong Mountain, the once serene surroundings were now utterly torn apart by war. The setting sun bled red, dyeing the entire mountain in a tragic hue, reflecting the chaos and corpses strewn across the ground. The air was thick with the smells of gunpowder, blood, and scorched earth, occasionally pierced by faint cries that seemed to lament this sudden calamity.
“Quick! Everyone come this way!” Sun Ruoshui shouted anxiously. Her slender figure appeared somewhat fragile amidst the chaos, yet her gaze was unwavering. She half-supported and half-dragged the weak Bai Yunzi, striving to retreat to safety. Those Kongtong disciples who had not fully succumbed to poison or were barely holding on scattered in all directions under her command, resembling headless flies, their faces 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; 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 back down. His lips trembled as he spoke haltingly, “Yunyan… it’s up to you… protect them… Kongtong… must not perish…” His voice was hoarse and feeble; each word seemed to drain his remaining strength.
Li Yunyan was also filled with anxiety as she watched Bai Yunzi gravely injured and on the brink of death, her heart a tumult of emotions. She knew this was her best chance to seize the Heavenly Axe, yet Bai Yunzi’s dying wish left her in turmoil.
Meng Hao listened intently to Bai Yunzi’s words; he glanced at the nearby disciples wailing in agony, feeling as though he had been struck by a heavy hammer. These were living lives—the future of Kongtong Sect! A powerful 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, his internal energy surging wildly as 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 force radiated from him, intimidating those disciples from the Hammer Sect 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 a Hammer Sect disciple attempting a sneak attack into pulp. He understood that Meng Hao had completely thrown caution to the wind; it was in this state that Meng Hao was most fearsome.
Like a madman, Meng Hao wielded the Heavenly Axe as if it were a bolt of golden lightning; each swing produced a thunderous roar that tore through the air. The Hammer Sect disciples could not even approach; anyone grazed by the axe blade would instantly turn into misty blood. He held nothing back, maximizing the powerful defense and counterattack capabilities of his Qilin Arm while converting absorbed energy into an even more violent offensive.
“Aah—” 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 full of fear and jealousy. He never expected Meng Hao's strength to reach such heights!
“Hmph! Meng Hao! Do you think you can dominate the martial world like this? Naive!” Li Muqing’s face twisted as he suddenly pulled out a poisoned dagger from his bosom, a fierce 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 its divine weapon!
With a flicker of movement, he darted towards Meng Hao’s back like a ghost, the dagger gleaming coldly as it aimed straight for Meng Hao's vital points. He believed that no matter how strong Meng Hao was, he could not withstand this meticulously planned strike!
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