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The golden light of the axe collided violently with the black claws, producing a piercing sound of friction. A wave of terrifying energy erupted instantly, sending everything around them flying. Meng Hao felt an unprecedented force crashing into him, as if he were being struck by multiple mountains at once. His insides churned, and a metallic taste surged in his throat. Although Meiying's lingering soul was ethereal, the resentment it carried—filled with an ultimate desire for the Heavenly Axe—was imbued with destructive power, vowing to tear him and his axe apart.
Meng Hao gritted his teeth, the golden light of his Qilin Arm surging fiercely as it held firm against Meiying's dark energy. He could feel the axe emitting waves of pain; it was crying out in warning. This power was beyond what he could fully withstand at that moment. However, he could not retreat—there was nowhere to go! Behind him lay the devastated Kongtong Sect, its disciples teetering on the brink of despair, and Sun Ruoshui's worried gaze.
"You mere ants dare to stand against me!" Meiying screeched sharply as her black energy suddenly contracted before exploding again like a raging sea, instantly dispersing Meng Hao's golden light. He let out a muffled grunt as his body was thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground, nearly losing grip on the Heavenly Axe.
"Meng Hao!" Sun Ruoshui exclaimed in shock, struggling to rush over but being held back by a weary Kongtong Disciple beside her. Her face, worn from worry and toil, was now filled with anxiety and pain.
Meng Hao forced himself to stand, his body swaying unsteadily. Meiying pursued relentlessly, her black claws resembling the scythe of death as they reached for his forehead once more. He sensed the chilling breath of death—cold and despairing—seemingly intent on devouring him whole.
In that critical moment, countless images flashed through Meng Hao's mind: the aged faces of his parents, Li Yunyan's enchanting yet dangerous smile, and Sun Ruoshui's gentle gaze. He yearned for power, for a chance to turn the tide, for the ability to protect everything around him. A fierce and unwilling anger blazed within his chest.
"I... will not accept this!" Meng Hao roared, unleashing his inner strength like a flood breaking through a dam. The once dim golden light of his Qilin Arm erupted into an unprecedented brilliance, intricate runes swirling within the glow as if ancient incantations were being awakened.
This radiance transformed from mere gold to a subdued silver hue, carrying a weighty and ancient aura. It was the power of the Golden Arm! Under the extreme pressure of life and death, it had finally been triggered.
Meng Hao suddenly raised his right arm—not merely to block but with a self-destructive determination, he struck down fiercely towards Meiying's claws.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed through the air as the sound of shattering bones became distinctly audible. Meng Hao's right arm was brutally torn apart by Meiying's claws; blood sprayed forth like a fountain, staining half the night sky red. The intense pain surged through Meng Hao's entire body, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.
"Ah—" A cry of anguish escaped Meng Hao's throat, but he did not falter; instead, he harnessed that tearing force to swing the Heavenly Axe in his left hand with resolute determination toward Meiying's phantom!
“Opening Up the Heavens and Splitting the Earth!”
This was the most primal and powerful skill of the Heavenly Axe. At this moment, under Meng Hao's desperate will to survive and fight to the death, this axe unleashed an unprecedented might. The golden light of the axe was no longer merely sharp; it carried an indescribable weight and dominance, akin to the giant axe of Pangu that opened up the heavens and split the earth, enveloping all of Meng Hao's fury and unwillingness as it violently tore apart Meiying's illusory form.
“No... it can't be!” Meiying let out a final shriek as her ethereal body dissipated like smoke, ultimately transforming into specks of black light that vanished completely into the night.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, and Meng Hao swayed unsteadily before collapsing to his knees. His right arm was severed at the elbow, the wound a gruesome mess of flesh and blood. The intense pain drained the color from his face, leaving it pale as paper, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Yet he gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with a deep-seated hatred.
“Meng Hao!” Sun Ruoshui rushed over without hesitation, kneeling beside him and trembling as she embraced his broken body. Her slender fingers gently touched his mangled arm, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. Her heart ached with regret for not having discovered the enemy's plot sooner, for allowing him to bear all of this alone.
“Don’t... cry...” Meng Hao struggled to lift his left hand, his bloodied fingertips brushing against Sun Ruoshui's cheek, his voice hoarse and weak. “I... am fine...”
He looked at Sun Ruoshui’s tear-streaked face, but his inner fury only intensified. He had lost an arm, countless brothers had been killed or injured, and the Kongtong Sect lay in ruins—all thanks to those despicable enemies!
“Li Muqing... Youmingfu... I, Meng Hao, swear that I will not rest until I avenge this grudge!” His voice was deep and resolute, echoing as if from the depths of hell, carrying an undeniable determination. His gaze was like a poisoned blade—cold and bloodthirsty.
At that moment, a faint silver light unexpectedly flickered at the severed end of his right arm. This light was no longer as violent as before; instead, it was restrained and stable, as if a tremendous power was brewing within. The Golden Arm, born from extreme hardship and fueled by hatred, had fully awakened!
Meng Hao could clearly feel a new force surging within him—not just an enhancement in defense but also a deeper mastery over energy. He could even sense subtle changes in the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as if the entire world had become clearer. He knew that his path of growth had become evident; he would wield this newfound power to control the situation and seek vengeance!
Not far away, Li Yunyan concealed herself in the shadows. She watched as Meng Hao, despite losing an arm, erupted with newfound strength; her eyes sparkled with complex emotions. That restrained yet powerful aura sent a shiver through her heart.
“Heavenly Axe... truly extraordinary,” Li Yunyan said with a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Meng Hao, your potential is even deeper than I imagined. However, this power will ultimately belong to me... Once you have mastered everything, I will personally take it from your hands.”
She slowly turned around, her black gown swaying gently in the night breeze, like a ghost in the darkness. A flicker of barely perceptible excitement and greed flashed in her eyes, as if she could already envision the day when Meng Hao's power would ultimately belong to her.
The conspiracy of Youmingfu had only just begun.
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