The Golden Tent warrior who had been thrown out was inferior to Haswula in both cultivation realm and strength. Though slightly dizzy from the spatial-temporal shift, he could still quickly assess the surrounding situation, albeit with a slight delay in reaction.
However, before he could stabilize his posture, his eyes suddenly widened. A deep red, nearly black long arrow pierced through space, carrying a sense of world-shattering devastation.
He was done for! The Grandmaster’s soul nearly left his body in terror. He tried to move aside but was already too late, so he could only pour all his strength into activating his battle armor.
Boom!
The destructive arrow struck the Grandmaster like igniting a “powder magazine.” A massive crimson fireball expanded and erupted outward, rolling like a falling sun, plummeting straight down with scorching heat and sparks spreading all around.
Taking this opportunity, Meng Qi actively retreated, using his back to block the saber attack coming from behind.
Clang! The saber bounced away, tearing a gash in Meng Qi’s Taoist robe. His golden-hued skin slightly cracked, oozing a few drops of blood. Using the momentum, he soared upward into the sky while concealing his presence.
He couldn’t afford any delay, fearing Haswula’s second arrow would leave him no chance to escape!
The rolling waves of the “falling sun,” along with the erupting sparks, affected the senses of both the Grandmaster and Haswula. Meanwhile, the Primordial Unity field slightly disrupted their sense of distance. By the time they regained their clarity, Meng Qi had already vanished.
A sense of unbearable humiliation surged within Haswula. Ever since encountering “Furious Blade” Su Meng, he had suffered humiliation after humiliation. Despite wielding a divine weapon, two of his Grandmaster-level subordinates had been killed right in front of him!
Yet, he knew that “Furious Blade” Su Meng was adept at stirring up inner demons and inciting internal conflicts. He dared not allow his emotions to fuel his battle power. Calming his mind, he extended his spirit through the “Sun-Shooting Bow” to search for Meng Qi, who had hidden nearby.
This terrifying enemy now acted like a seasoned assassin, lurking nearby, nearly merging into the heavens and earth, patiently waiting for the right moment.
Haswula suppressed his impatience and hatred. His spirit guided the “Sun-Shooting Bow,” and a new deep red, nearly black arrow reformed. It was ready to be fired at any moment. Unlike the previous one, this arrow’s tip was slightly thicker and lacked a sharp point. Once released, it seemed ready to explode into a skyful of flaming arrows, unleashing a wide-range attack.
The Grandmaster who had previously flanked Meng Qi noticed Zeng Ruixuan showing signs of breaking free and quickly turned to assist.
With the leader possessing a divine weapon, no matter how cunning or formidable Su Meng was, he would ultimately be powerless. Once his tricks were seen through, he might even perish under the “Sun-Shooting Bow.” For now, he needed to summon his strength, disregard any damage, and cooperate with his companion to capture Zeng Ruixuan and prevent any unexpected developments. She could even serve as bait to lure Su Meng into a trap.
Similarly, the King of the Netherworld had the same thoughts and did not offer aid to Haswula, instead doing his utmost to prevent Ye Yuqi from approaching Su Meng to form a mutual support.
Ye Yuqi no longer cared about exposure and fully revealed her divine form. Her body’s acupoints opened, releasing dreamlike yet dazzling stars. These stars resembled icy snowflakes, swirling into a blizzard-like star river behind her, merging into a core of dark chaos before returning to nothingness.
“The Yin Phase of the Stars!”
At that moment, Haswula, who was on high alert in all directions, suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his neck—faint, yet distinct.
Danger! “Furious Blade” Su Meng’s ambush! Haswula instantly turned around, having already reached a clear conclusion. Su Meng’s killing intent and the “connection” formed during his attempted attack had tugged at his own qi, alerting him to the danger!
Guided by this connection, Haswula’s spirit, amplified by the divine weapon, instantly located Meng Qi. Over a hundred miles away, Meng Qi had used the rolling mist to conceal his presence, constantly shifting positions to approach him!
Die! Haswula released the string of the Sun-Shooting Bow.
The deep red arrow flew silently at a speed nearly piercing through space toward Meng Qi.
Mid-flight, it suddenly split into nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine identical arrows. From above, below, left, right, front, and back, they refracted and reflected, weaving an inescapable net that sealed the void and blotted out the sky, all aimed at Meng Qi.
Suddenly, a premonition struck Haswula, and an extreme sense of danger surged like a storm through his heart.
Instinctively, he turned around. Before him stood a nearly imperceptible figure, their distance now less than thirty zhang!
“Su Meng, the Furious Blade!”
The real “Furious Blade” Su Meng!
How could he be here?
Boom!
The “Meng Qi” was struck by the rain of flaming arrows, turning into a charred strand of hair before disintegrating into dust.
The unique abilities of the Dao Yi Seal and the art of creating clones were truly seamless!
Meng Qi’s eyes were deep and his face cold. In his left hand was the Xuan Gui Sword, and in his right, the Jade-Cutting Saber. He didn’t attack but instead focused on closing the distance.
Twenty-five zhang, twenty zhang… Within this range, even if Haswula attempted to escape using speed, he would have to question whether he could outpace a blade capable of cleaving heaven and earth.
Moreover, the brief moment needed to draw the bowstring of the Sun-Shooting Bow would be more than enough for his opponent to close in!
His heart surged with turmoil, his face twisted with ferocity. Suddenly, his body shrank, and his aura surged like an unceasing thunderstorm, pouring into his right hand. With it, he pulled the divine weapon’s bowstring as if it were an ordinary treasure bow, instantly drawing it back like a full moon. A completely black arrow formed, capable of annihilating all things upon impact.
Ten zhang, three zhang, one zhang! At this moment, Haswula released the black arrow of destruction!
The arrow flew forth, directly striking Meng Qi’s head.
Success! Haswula’s heart swelled with joy.
At that moment, a hand extended from the void, tightly gripping his right arm.
This hand was white as jade, with long, strong fingers.
Haswula’s gaze froze. Silently, the arrow pierced Meng Qi’s head, yet it was like striking a mirage on water. The figure rippled, revealing its true position slightly shifted left and upward. The arrow merely grazed Meng Qi’s right shoulder before flying off into the distance, obliterating a pitch-black mountain.
With a grating sound, Meng Qi’s right shoulder, arm, and chest vanished, as if a section had been cut from a complete painting. His blood appeared frozen, not yet spilling, and the Jade-Cutting Saber cracked under the impact, beginning to fall. His entire form could no longer maintain the Heavenly Image.
Yet, two new arms grew from behind Meng Qi. One reached out and gripped Haswula’s right arm.
How could this happen?
Thanks to the Grandmaster Chixia of the Golden Light Cave, I now understand how to distort perception through magnetic fields, deceiving your senses!
If you weren’t at the peak of the Outer Scenery, and if the distance weren’t so close, this arrow might not have even “hit”!
Meng Qi’s other hand seized the opportunity, reaching out to grip Haswula’s left arm. The confidence built from countless battles transformed into an overwhelming aura of victory, radiating an almost tyrannical intimidation that momentarily stunned Haswula, allowing his left arm to be captured.
These two hands, like tiger clamps, firmly locked Haswula’s arms, preventing him from drawing the bowstring again.
Haswula attempted to unleash his full spirit, purely relying on his Yuan Shen to pull the bowstring, but Meng Qi’s right foot flew up, swirling with a black vortex, twisting his strength and the power of heaven and earth into a single force aimed at Haswula’s abdomen.
Pah!
The armor on Haswula’s abdomen cracked outward from the heel of Meng Qi’s foot, splitting down to his skin. The pain invaded his Yuan Shen, making it impossible to steady himself to draw the bowstring.
Meng Qi pulled on Haswula’s arms with both hands, then kicked off with his right foot. His left foot followed, utilizing the Reversion to Emptiness technique.
Pah!
Haswula activated his secret treasures, but they were instantly crushed. Blood spewed from the wound in his abdomen, only to be sucked into the vortex.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Meng Qi’s left and right feet struck repeatedly, Reversion to Emptiness followed by Reversion to Emptiness again and again!
“Die!” Roaring furiously, Haswula’s arms were torn off by this violent force. His body, now a pile of flesh paste, flew backward, scattering into sticky, dripping blood rain.
His final lingering thought saw Meng Qi, gripping his severed arm, hooking a finger and transmitting voice: “What a fateful encounter!”
If, when I closed in, you had the willpower and wisdom to abandon the divine bow and switch to close combat with your own saber, using lightning-fast speed, the outcome might still have been uncertain.
Unfortunately, divine weapons cloud the mind. Once in hand, they become one’s greatest reliance, causing one to forget that the true foundation lies in oneself and the weapons that harmonize with one’s being.
The Outer Scenery peak may be strong, but once you’ve bound your own hands, how could you possibly match me in close combat?
This entire transformation occurred in an instant, nearly draining Meng Qi’s strength entirely. Wounded by the divine weapon and affecting his Yuan Shen, his injuries were severe. Compared to him, the King of the Netherworld and the remaining two Grandmasters were nearly dumbfounded. Haswula, who wielded a divine weapon and stood at the peak of the Outer Scenery, had been swiftly defeated and killed by “Furious Blade” Su Meng.
And he hadn’t even used “Karmic Entanglement”!
The Heavenly Image had already dissolved. Meng Qi could no longer maintain the “three” arms and returned to a single-armed form with one sword. His muscles writhed, stopping the blood from flowing outward.
Yet his momentum soared, nearly sweeping away the Grandmasters. He gazed at the two remaining Grandmasters with arrogance and roared, “Face my strike!”
The two Grandmasters’ souls nearly left their bodies, and they felt an urge not to resist. Each used their own techniques, forcefully pushing Zeng Ruixuan back, then turned and fled.
Their leader was dead, and the opponent was two Grandmasters, one of whom was a terrifying “Furious Blade” like a monster. What was there to stay and fight for? Were they waiting for the King of the Netherworld to turn against them?
At this moment, the Sun-Shooting Bow emitted dazzling light, breaking free from Meng Qi’s spiritual restraint, soaring into the sky, exiting the secret realm, and disappearing.
Too bad I can barely use the “Heavenly Heart and My Will Technique” now. Otherwise, I might have tried to subdue the divine weapon.
But precisely because the true master of the Sun-Shooting Bow wasn’t Haswula but Gourdo, I dared to engage in close combat. Otherwise, the divine weapon would have automatically protected its master, killing me beyond resurrection!
Meng Qi, having driven off the two Grandmasters purely through his aura, turned his gaze toward the King of the Netherworld, intending to bring out the Yellow Spring Bone Hand.
At that moment, seeing the unfavorable battle situation and being surrounded, the King of the Netherworld decisively activated a talisman related to the secret realm.
The heavens and earth inverted, mist clouded the vision, and the King of the Netherworld vanished from the spot, seemingly exiting the secret realm.
Meng Qi felt no disappointment. His essence, energy, spirit, and will had been tempered in the previous battle, transforming past accumulations into a stronger martial cultivation will and an unshakable belief in invincibility. His body, Yuan Shen, and divine form resonated, producing a series of crackling sounds around him, as if he had been reborn anew, feeling a wonderful sensation.
“Haha!” Meng Qi threw his head back and laughed heartily, filled with joy.
The pressure and gloom of recent times were washed away by this sense of rebirth, and once again, a heroic spirit surged within him, longing for swift retribution and free rein across the world.
He had entered the Eighth Heaven!
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