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The Qilin Arm of Meng Hao erupted with unprecedented power, forming an indestructible barrier of golden light around him, tearing apart the Yinming Killing Formation.
With a loud bang, the killing formation collapsed in an instant, and the black runes surrounding everyone shattered like broken glass, dissipating into the air along with the chilling aura that had permeated the surroundings.
The assassins of Youmingfu retreated like a receding tide, leaving behind a sea of corpses and heavily injured comrades.
The Poison Matriarch let out a reluctant roar, her emaciated figure gradually vanishing into the black mist.
“Damn it… Meng Hao, I will remember you!” Her voice was filled with endless resentment, echoing throughout the secret realm.
Meng Hao gasped for breath as the brilliance of his Qilin Arm began to fade. He felt that more than half of his inner strength had been drained, a wave of weakness washing over him. Yet his gaze remained sharp, fixated on the direction where the Poison Matriarch had disappeared.
The meeting place was now in ruins, a mixture of blood and the stench of earth filling the air, making one feel nauseous.
Countless bodies lay sprawled around—some belonging to Youmingfu assassins and others to masters from various factions who had come to the alliance.
Those who survived bore wounds of varying severity, their faces etched with fatigue and despair.
“Did we… win?” a disciple from Kongtong Sect asked tremulously, his voice tinged with disbelief yet laced with a sense of relief from surviving.
“We won… but it’s a pyrrhic victory,” Bai Yunzi said, propped up by his Seven Injuries Fist stance. His face was as pale as paper, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he surveyed the scene with sorrowful eyes.
Once a gathering of heroes in the martial world, this alliance now lay in ruins, littered with corpses. Many old friends he had known for years now lay cold and lifeless.
“Youmingfu, I swear that my Kongtong Sect will not rest until this grudge is avenged!” he shouted in a low roar filled with grief and anger, his voice trembling yet resolute.
Steel King struggled to sit up; his robust body was covered in wounds both large and small, some deep enough to expose bone, blood staining his iron armor. He thrust his massive hammer into the ground with a dull thud.
“Damn Youmingfu! I will flatten your lair sooner or later!” he bellowed, his voice hoarse yet powerful, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
However, beyond the anger lay a heavier reality. The death toll had set a grim record for the martial world in nearly a century.
Survivors helped each other up; some could not hold back their tears while others silently tended to their fallen comrades' bodies.
A heavy and oppressive atmosphere hung in the air, as if a storm were about to break.
“Whose responsibility is this?!” A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes suddenly jumped up, pointing at Bai Yunzi and Steel King while shouting angrily. “If it weren’t for your insistence on holding this alliance, how could we have drawn Youmingfu’s ambush?! We’ve suffered heavy losses; how do we settle this account?!”
His words acted like a spark that ignited everyone’s fury.
“Yeah! Where is the leader of the martial alliance?! Hiding like a turtle at a critical moment! We’ve suffered so much; who will take responsibility?!”
“I see you all just want to use this opportunity to eliminate your rivals!”
The chorus of accusations made an already chaotic scene even more tumultuous.
Meng Hao frowned; he knew this was not the time for infighting. He approached Bai Yunzi and supported the elderly man who was on the verge of collapsing. “Bai Zhangmen, you’re injured; you should rest.”
Bai Yunzi looked at Meng Hao gratefully. He patted Meng Hao’s arm, his voice weak yet firm: “Thank you, Young Hero Meng. If it weren’t for your efforts today, we would likely have perished here.”
Meng Hao shook his head, his gaze sweeping over those disciples who were blaming each other. A sense of inexplicable sorrow welled up within him.
“Is the martial world really going to fall apart?” he murmured to himself.
He looked at Bai Yunzi with determination shining in his eyes: “Bai Zhangmen, I will avenge Youmingfu on your behalf!”
Bai Yunzi was taken aback as he looked into Meng Hao's eyes, filled with unwavering determination. A warm current surged within him.
"Meng Shaoxia..." he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Meng Hao.
"Bai Zhangmen, your health is the priority," Meng Hao said, pulling a pill from his robe and handing it to Bai Yunzi. "This is a healing elixir; you must take it quickly."
Bai Yunzi accepted the pill, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. The elixir emitted a rich medicinal fragrance, clearly indicating its high value. How could a mere woodcutter like Meng Hao possess such a precious item?
He didn’t ask further and swallowed the pill. Indeed, he felt the loss of internal energy slow down, and his injuries were temporarily suppressed.
Meanwhile, Steel King struggled to look at Meng Hao, his expression complex—filled with reluctance, admiration, and an almost imperceptible plea.
"Meng Hao..." Steel King’s voice was hoarse. "I... I might not last much longer. Please... please take my disciples away..."
He pointed to several injured Iron Hammer Sect disciples nearby, their faces marked by fear and helplessness.
Meng Hao's heart trembled. He looked at Steel King, who usually exuded arrogance but now revealed deep vulnerability and a willingness to sacrifice.
"Steel King Sect Leader, don’t say such foolish things!" Meng Hao said sternly. "You won’t come to harm; I will take you all away!"
"Cough cough..." Steel King began to cough violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth again. "I know... my own body. Meng Hao, don’t worry about me; take them and go... The bloodline of Iron Hammer Sect cannot be severed!"
His eyes were filled with pleading and even a hint of despair.
Meng Hao gazed at Steel King, this man who would do anything for the honor of his sect now laying aside all dignity for the lives of his disciples.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded firmly. "Steel King Sect Leader, I promise you. I will protect your disciples!"
He turned to Sun Ruoshui and Hu Meng. "Sister Sun, Sister Hu, you two go check if there are any other injured disciples. Bring them here; we need to prepare for our retreat!"
Sun Ruoshui and Hu Meng sprang into action immediately. Though they were also injured, there was no hesitation in their movements.
Sun Ruoshui moved gracefully among the bodies; her fiery figure appeared somewhat frail at that moment, yet the determination in her eyes was undeniable. She crouched down to carefully examine each injured person, her hands stained with blood but showing no sign of retreat.
Hu Meng was relatively calm; her slender yet sturdy frame navigated through the crowd as her long black hair swayed gently with her movements. While treating the wounded, she softly comforted them, her voice carrying a warm strength that ignited hope in the hearts of those in despair.
Just then, a shadow appeared beside Meng Hao like a ghost.
"Meng Shaoxia, long time no see," Lu Jue Ling's voice carried a hint of amusement as his sharp gaze swept over Meng Hao, an elusive glimmer in his eyes.
Meng Hao's heart tightened; he hadn’t expected Lu Jue Ling to show up here.
He turned abruptly, gripping the Heavenly Axe tightly as the light from his Qilin Arm flickered once more.
"Lu Jue Ling, what are you doing here?" Meng Hao asked in a low voice, laced with caution.
Lu Jue Ling chuckled lightly; the Cang Tian Jian in his hand gleamed coldly under the sunlight.
"Don’t be tense, Meng Shaoxia," he said as his gaze roamed over the chaotic battlefield. "I just came to see how the once-mighty leader of the martial arts world is faring in such dire straits."
His tone was disdainful, yet there was a subtle complexity in his eyes.
"Remnants of the previous dynasty!" Bai Yunzi struggled to stand up and glared at Lu Jue Ling. "You colluded with Youmingfu to plot against my fellow martial artists; this grudge cannot go unpunished!"
Lu Jue Ling raised an eyebrow but did not respond directly.
"Bai Zhangmen," he said coolly, "there has never been true justice or evil in this world of martial arts. Only victors have the right to write history."
His gaze shifted back to Meng Hao. "Meng Shaoxia, you are strong but too naive. This world is not one where righteousness alone can ensure survival."
Meng Hao snorted coldly. "My path does not require your guidance."
"Really?" Lu Jue Ling's lips curled into a slight smile. "Then we shall see. I hope that when we meet again, you can still be this confident."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished into the air like a ghost, leaving behind a chilling wave of dark energy. With Lu Jue Ling's appearance, the already tense atmosphere grew even heavier. Meng Hao understood that although the Youmingfu had temporarily retreated, the real crisis was just beginning.
Around them, it felt as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows. The enemy's encirclement was tightening little by little.
"Meng Hao, what should we do?" Sun Ruoshui rushed over, her face showing a hint of anxiety. "The assassins from Youmingfu seem to still be nearby; we can't stay here for long!"
Hu Meng nodded in agreement and pointed into the distance. "I sense a cold aura approaching; it must be reinforcements from Youmingfu."
Meng Hao took a deep breath, knowing that time was running out. He scanned the faces of those around him: Bai Yunzi, Steel King, Sun Ruoshui, Hu Meng, and the injured disciples from various sects. They all placed their hopes on him.
"Let's go!" Meng Hao tightened his grip on the Heavenly Axe, determination shining in his eyes. "We need to leave this place!" He understood that staying here would only lead to death. He had to lead them through the encirclement and find a glimmer of hope.
Meng Hao charged ahead first, the light of the Qilin Arm illuminating once more as he swung his axe to clear the thorns before them, paving a path for everyone. Bai Yunzi and Steel King followed closely behind, straining their injured bodies to protect the disciples behind them. Sun Ruoshui and Hu Meng moved through the ranks, tending to the wounded and ensuring they could keep up with the group's pace.
However, just as they were about to break free from the secret realm, shadows surged in from all directions once again. These shadows were stronger than the previous assassins from Youmingfu; their presence was cold and sinister, clearly elite forces from Youmingfu.
Like ghosts, they closely followed Meng Hao's group, instilling a sense of dread akin to being pursued by relentless vermin. Meng Hao felt an intense sense of danger looming behind him; he knew that the assassins from Youmingfu had not given up. Their target was perhaps not just the Divine Weapon but also to eliminate all survivors completely.
"Damn it!" Meng Hao growled lowly, realizing that a new fierce battle was about to begin!
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