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"Yes."
The elder in blue replied respectfully.
Time slowly passed.
In the void, just a hundred meters away from Wangu Mountain, two figures emerged: Wang Yi and Lian Bi.
"Young Master, Meng Hang probably already knows you have returned," Lian Bi said.
"Mm." Wang Yi nodded, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He had been hunted down by Canglan Sect multiple times and had nearly fallen into Meng Hang's hands. His hatred for Meng Hang had reached an unbearable level, and he thought to himself, "Meng Hang, you must die!"
"That man in black is quite powerful; Young Master, you should be careful," Lian Bi continued. "I noticed that the cultivation method he practices is rather strange, different from our Song Kingdom warriors. I suspect he is a warrior from another country."
"A warrior from another country?" Wang Yi's expression remained calm. Although he was only at the Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer, Transcendence Realm Ninth Level warriors were no match for him, so he did not take it to heart. What truly interested him was the identity of this man in black.
"This might be a force allied with Meng Hang," Wang Yi said softly.
"I believe so as well," Lian Bi replied.
"Forget it. No matter which force he belongs to, Meng Hang must die," Wang Yi said with a murderous glint in his eyes, speaking decisively.
"Killing Meng Hang would undoubtedly please Yang Xuan of Ziyang Sect," Lian Bi remarked. "Yang Xuan has had no dealings with Meng Hang for years, and considering what happened fifty years ago, if he hears that you intend to eliminate Meng Hang, I believe he will not miss this opportunity."
"What about Zhao Kuangyin?" Wang Yi asked.
"Zhao Kuangyin has been reclusive for many years. Although he once had some connections with Meng Hang, those connections were based on mutual benefit. If he sees that you have the strength to eliminate Meng Hang, I think he won't take any action," Lian Bi chuckled. "After all, his role is mainly to intimidate those old-timers in Jin Kingdom."
"Mm." Wang Yi nodded.
From time to time, the two appeared above Wangu Mountain.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Wang Yi and the other person appeared, four long rainbows shot up from the dense jungle surrounding Wangu Mountain, piercing through the sky and disappearing into the clouds.
"Release! Release! Release! Release!"
Just as the sound of the soaring echoed, four cold and murderous voices rang out from the forest.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Immediately, a series of piercing sounds erupted from the eastern side, as countless crossbow bolts broke through the canopy and shot straight at Wang Yi and his companion.
"Young Master!" Lian Bi's expression changed slightly as he urgently called out, sweeping his large sleeve to unleash a wave of air three meters high that pressed down fiercely.
At the same time, a tearing sound came from the west, accompanied by a rumbling like thunder. Wang Yi remained unfazed, his gaze calm as he looked over. He saw endless spears shooting toward him like raindrops; their sharp tips, which should have been snow-white, were now darkened, clearly indicating that these spears had been poisoned.
"Hahaha..."
Almost simultaneously, Meng Hang's arrogant voice echoed from Martial Arts Plaza. "Wang Yi, you refuse to take the path of light and instead choose to barge into hell. This time, you're definitely dead."
"Meng Hang, who dies is still uncertain, but I know for sure that you will die today. Do you really think you can kill me with these things?" Wang Yi said coldly, looking at the smug Meng Hang.
Then, Wang Yi slowly spread his five fingers, and an invisible suction force immediately appeared in front of him. Soon, this invisible suction formed a vortex of airflow with a radius of ten meters. The suction was terrifying enough to make the air crackle ominously, sending chills down one's spine.
"Shatter."
Wang Yi calmly watched as crossbow bolts, spears, and arrows rained down from all directions. His expression was as calm as water, not stirring even a ripple. He gently uttered a single word, and then an astonishing scene unfolded: these densely packed attacks merged into the vortex of airflow like flying birds.
The sound of shattering echoed endlessly, as the hard iron-like crossbow bolts, spears, and arrows were all reduced to dust.
"Go."
Wang Yi coldly smiled, sweeping his large sleeves. The broken spears and swords within the vortex of air immediately surged toward Martial Arts Plaza with the force of wind and thunder, resembling a swarm of locusts, their momentum terrifying.
"Ah! Run away!"
The disciples of Canglan Sect were instantly terrified at this sight, their faces drained of color, hearts pounding in fear.
"Don't panic." Meng Hang's face was extremely grim, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger. Without making any movements, an invisible energy began to rise from him like the sun rising in the east, meeting the vortex of air.
"Rumbling!"
At the moment when the vortex of air collided with the invisible energy, an unmatched burst of energy erupted, resembling a massive explosion.
"Elder Song, set up the Ten Directions Sword Formation."
Meng Hang's face twisted with ferocity as he shouted at Elder Song.
"Yes!"
Elder Song's expression turned serious as he respectfully replied, "Set up the formation."
As soon as he finished speaking, ten Elders in Long Robes soared into the air from the elder group. Each held a shining sword, transforming into ten dazzling rainbows that appeared before Wang Yi.
"Set up the sword formation."
Elder Song shouted sternly, and the ten elders immediately spread out, surrounding Wang Yi completely. The distance between each of them was just right, allowing for mutual support and coordination.
"Young Master, this is the Canglan Sect's Ten Directions Sword Formation." Lian Bi's expression changed slightly as he said, "This is the sect's ultimate formation, requiring ten martial artists to cultivate together. Once this sword formation reaches completion, its power will increase tenfold. Therefore, although it seems they only have ten people, their strength is equivalent to that of a hundred. Several Transcendent Realm Experts have died under this sword formation."
Wang Yi nodded.
On a peak a thousand meters away from Wangu Mountain, there were two individuals. One was tall and imposing, with an extraordinary demeanor. His gaze was sharp like lightning, and he exuded a kingly aura. His cultivation was also remarkable, at the Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer; this person was Zhao Kuangyin, the Emperor of Song.
Beside him stood a Gray-Robed Elder, his face full of wrinkles, resembling a dried-up paper ball. In the dim light, he appeared ghostly and frightening.
"Your Majesty, this Wang Yi is indeed a rare talent in our Song Dynasty. At just twenty years old, he has already reached the Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer. What do you think we should do?" the Gray-Clad Man asked respectfully.
"This matter concerns Meng Hang; it has nothing to do with me. We are here merely to watch a good show," Zhao Kuangyin replied with a smile. "In this great battle, it doesn't matter to me who wins or loses. What puzzles me is why Lian Bi is with Wang Yi and even calls him Young Master."
"I do not know about this matter either," the Gray-Clad Man said.
"He has arrived."
Suddenly, a glint flashed in Zhao Kuangyin's eyes as he looked toward the void. He saw several streams of light flickering, and soon five figures emerged. The leader wore a purple robe and had a square face with sharp eyebrows that gave off an intimidating aura. His gaze was particularly bright and dazzling, emanating a powerful energy presence at the Transcendence Realm Fifth Layer. This person was Yang Xuan, the leader of Ziyang Sect.
"Didn’t expect you to come too, Zhao Kuangyin?" Yang Xuan said with a smile as he looked at the composed Zhao Kuangyin.
Zhao Kuangyin replied meaningfully, "Now is your chance to take action!"
"This is a great day for Wang Yi to seek revenge; I won't meddle unnecessarily," Yang Xuan said indifferently.
Zhao Kuangyin fell silent and turned his gaze toward the void.
He saw Meng Hang leading over ten elders from Canglan Sect soaring into the air, standing thirty meters away and observing coldly.
"Wang Yi, our sect gives you one more chance to surrender immediately; otherwise, today Wangu Mountain will be your burial ground," Meng Hang said coldly.
“Meng the Old Dog, I will give you one chance. All disciples of the Canglan Sect must sever an arm, and I will let you and the entire Canglan Sect go. Otherwise, today I will make the blood flow like a river in the Canglan Sect.” Wang Yi's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.
“Good, good, very good.” Upon hearing this, Meng Hang's expression darkened immediately. Repeating the word "good" three times made him feel as if his lungs were about to explode from anger. He pointed at Wang Yi and said coldly, “Kill him!”
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
At that moment, the sound of swords being drawn echoed continuously, and a cold sword light appeared as if stained with frost.
“Ten Directions Sword Formation!”
Elder Song shouted fiercely, “Kill!”
As the word "kill" was uttered, sword light suddenly erupted from the ten individuals, connecting together to form a circular bright light that surrounded Wang Yi and his companion. This white arc emitted sharp sword energy; as the cold wind blew past, a clear sound of swords ringing out could be heard.
“Clang!”
Ten long swords pointed directly at Wang Yi, their snow-white blades covered with a layer of green light, resembling cool flowing water. A three-foot-long sword energy surged from the sharp tips of the swords, incredibly fierce. The air immediately filled with a howling sound as it was sliced through, harsh and grating. Then, an energy aura that did not correspond to their own erupted from each of them.
Among these ten individuals, only three were newly entered Transformation Realm experts, while seven were Breakthrough Warriors. However, at this moment, Wang Yi clearly felt a power exceeding their own by tenfold. The violent energy aura swept across the entire hundred-zhang space; the air tore apart, currents surged wildly, and powerful energy overflowed—terrifying beyond measure.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that any single one of these powers could kill a newly entered Transformation Realm expert.
“Kill!”
The ten shouted almost simultaneously as they lightly spun in mid-air and instantly slashed down with sword energy. Each sword energy was green and stretched fifty zhang long, incredibly sharp. As they traversed through the air, they immediately produced a sound like tearing fabric.
“Crack!”
In an instant, sword energy surged forth; the sound of cracking echoed continuously in Wang Yi's ears like lightning splitting the sky.
"Young Master." Lian Bi, who had already broken through to the sixth layer of the Transformation Realm, could clearly sense a chilling killing intent and couldn't help but feel some concern for Wang Yi, speaking up.
"Just protect yourself; leave the rest to me."
Wang Yi's expression was cold as he raised his hand and grasped at the void. Accompanied by a clear sound of sword ringing, the Sword of Slaughter appeared in his hand, releasing a strong aura of blood. Then, he leaped into the air and shot out like lightning, slashing down with his sword. A hundred-foot-long sword energy burst forth from the tip of the Sword of Slaughter.
"Rumbling!"
The hundred-foot-long Slaughtering Sword Qi struck through the void like a massive blood-colored lightning bolt, with thunderous sounds echoing and the air exploding continuously.
"Dang!"
Ten Azure Sword Qi struck simultaneously.
"Boom!"
The hundred-foot-long Slaughtering Sword Qi was met by the ten Azure Sword Qi in succession. Wang Yi's gaze flickered, and he was taken aback. He could have killed any one of these ten individuals with a single strike, but at this moment, their combined strength made each sword energy possess the power of someone at the Seventh Layer of the Transformation Realm. If they combined their forces, even a martial artist at the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm would likely be severely injured. No wonder Meng Hang had such confidence.
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