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Dark clouds covered the sky, casting a gloomy shadow.
The howling wind swept through, carrying with it a mournful wail. Judging by the weather, it seemed a heavy rain was about to fall.
Crack!
The sky suddenly brightened as lightning flashed, followed by a thunderous sound.
"Heh heh, old fool!" Wu Xiaozhuang squinted his eyes and sneered disdainfully at the old man charging towards him.
A massive beam of light swept across as if tearing through space, with continuous screams echoing in the air.
Under such terrifying power, the Cold Family Guardians were crushed one after another into dust, and the Steel Blade fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
"Grandpa Leng!"
Ye Tian shouted anxiously, but that bold figure remained indifferent, resolutely moving towards the beam of light.
"Seeking death!" The corner of Wu Xiaozhuang's eye twitched slightly, his contempt evident.
His palms continuously changed forms as he manipulated the massive beam of light, carrying the power to destroy everything as it charged towards Leng Wanli.
Sizzle...
A harsh sound echoed, as if something had been scorched.
"Ah!"
Leng Wanli looked up to the sky and let out a long howl. Although his figure was not very tall, at this moment, he seemed like a mountain, forcefully advancing towards the beam of light!
"What?!" Wu Xiaozhuang exclaimed, staring in shock at the scene before him. His previously disdainful expression instantly froze.
He saw Leng Wanli's hair flying wildly, his face solemn, resembling a deity, as he slowly approached despite the fierce impact of the massive beam of light.
"How is this possible! Didn't you become useless?!" A wave of disbelief surged through Wu Xiaozhuang's heart as he shouted in a voice that was almost a wail.
"What is happening..." Ye Tian was also shocked. The figure that had originally rushed towards the beam suddenly stopped because if Leng Wanli's strength had truly recovered, then not only this group of over a hundred people, even several times that number would struggle to harm him in the slightest.
"Brat! Do you think that just because I have exhausted my energy, I am an easy target?!" Leng Wanli roared, his eyes filled with blazing light, showcasing his heroic spirit.
"This... how is this possible!"
"Leng Wanli's injuries are healed?!"
At this moment, it was not only Wu Xiaozhuang who felt fear; among those from the Xu Family who had come with him, some of the older members were pale-faced as they stared at Leng Wanli, dumbfounded.
They had heard of Leng Wanli's great name—Martial Sovereign. What kind of power did that represent?
It is no exaggeration to say that for a Martial Sovereign, killing a Martial Master is as easy as squashing an ant, let alone these worthless individuals lingering at the Three-Stage Warrior level.
In this unexpected situation, the arena fell silent, and everyone was stunned in place, with only the howling wind sweeping through and the old man slowly advancing under the massive pillar of light.
"Run!"
"Anyone who wants to live, run now!"
Suddenly, cries for escape erupted among the Xu Family crowd. Everyone's faces were filled with fear, wishing they could sprout wings and fly away from this cursed place.
"Come back! All of you come back!" The situation caused cold sweat to pour down Wu Xiaozhuang's forehead. Leng Wanli's recovery meant that defeat was inevitable; if these people escaped, he would have no chance of survival left.
"Return to your mother! Can't you see the power of that old monster?" a burly man shouted at Wu Xiaozhuang before leaping forcefully into the water with a splash.
Splash, splash, splash...
Water splashed everywhere as one after another, members of the Xu Family jumped into the water in a panic.
This sudden turn of events left the Cold Family Guardians momentarily stunned. They exchanged glances until one of them finally reacted.
"Don't let them escape! Everyone attack!"
A Cold Family Guardian shouted, drawing back his powerful bow. With a sharp twang, an arrow shot out with a quivering intensity.
"Don't let any of them escape!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out as the guards of the Cold Family drew their bows. In an instant, arrows filled the sky, shooting towards the lake like a swarm of locusts.
"Damn it! The situation is unfavorable; retreating is the best option!" Taking advantage of Leng Wanli's momentary distraction as he looked towards the lake, Wu Xiaozhuang suddenly exerted more force in his hand. With a low, buzzing sound, the Blood-Red Giant Eye abruptly constricted and then erupted with an even more powerful force.
Boom!
A fierce wave of energy burst forth from the light beam, which was already over a foot in diameter, suddenly expanding to two feet wide!
This sudden change caused Leng Wanli's gaze to tighten. His arms instinctively crossed in front of him, his steel teeth clenching tightly.
Whoosh!
The incredibly powerful Shockwave struck instantly, its overwhelming force lifting Leng Wanli off his feet, sending him flying like a piece of dry grass.
Bang!
After flying over ten feet, Leng Wanli crashed heavily into a pillar of a small pavilion. The force did not stop there; with a muffled sound, the pillar broke, and the pavilion collapsed with a roar, burying the old man within.
"Eh..." Wu Xiaozhuang had already stepped onto the wooden raft and was preparing to escape. However, upon hearing the unusual sound behind him and turning back, he let out a light exclamation.
"Grandpa Leng!" Ye Tian, who wanted to pursue Wu Xiaozhuang, suddenly stopped and looked at the ruins of the small pavilion with uncertainty.
"Leng Wanli is finished!"
"Everyone, look! Leng Wanli is done for! Leng Wanli has been buried alive!"
The sound of the pavilion collapsing startled everyone, and those from the Xu Family, who had already fallen into the lake and suffered heavy casualties from gunfire, shouted in excitement upon witnessing this scene.
"Old man..."
"Impossible! The old man is a Martial Sovereign; how could he..."
The Cold Family Guardians all had ashen faces. Although they did not understand why Leng Wanli suddenly lost his strength, they were unwilling to accept the fact that he had been knocked away by Wu Xiaozhuang.
The scene fell silent once more, and everyone's gaze shifted to the ruins.
Whether the old man in the ruins could stand up again seemed to determine the fate of both sides. The Cold Family hoped to see Leng Wanli safe and sound, leading them to eliminate their enemies. Meanwhile, the Xu Family anticipated that Leng Wanli would meet his end here; in that case, they would regain overwhelming advantages from any perspective.
Of course, being crushed by rubble was not a realistic scenario for a strong Martial Sovereign.
Crack, crack...
Stones and tiles fell away, and after a tremor, a hand slowly emerged from the ruins.
"Ugh!"
Under the intense gaze of hundreds of eyes, a low growl erupted as Leng Wanli suddenly broke through the ruins, reappearing before everyone.
"The old man is up!"
"Indeed, he is our pillar of support!"
The Cold Family Guardians cheered loudly, their faces instantly filled with ecstatic joy.
"Cough, cough..."
A soft cough rang out, but it immediately silenced the jubilant cheers.
The expressions on both sides shifted in an instant; the previously ecstatic Cold Family Guardians suddenly wore faces as cold as frost, while the Xu Family, who had seemed to give up in despair, were now filled with a renewed frenzy of murderous intent.
In this situation, Wu Xiaozhuang slowly revealed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, being the first to notice the change.
Although Leng Wanli had stood up again, there was a conspicuous and even horrifying dent in his chest. The light in his deep-set eyes had dimmed, indicating that...
"Leng Wanli is at his last gasp! Everyone, charge together and kill him!" Wu Xiaozhuang's expression twisted with manic joy as the situation changed again. He shouted loudly and rushed forward first.
"Kill him! Kill the old dog Leng and slaughter the Cold Family!"
"Kill them!"
Provoked by Wu Xiaozhuang's words, the Xu Family members immediately rallied again, charging towards the Pavilion with fierce shouts that shook the heavens.
"Grandpa Leng!" As the small pavilion began to collapse, Ye Tian sensed an ominous premonition. At this moment, he was supporting Leng Wanli, his face filled with sorrow.
"Kid... you... listen to me... just one thing..." Leng Wanli clutched Ye Tian's collar tightly, enduring excruciating pain, his pupils dilated and his breath faint.
"Grandpa Leng, tell me! Please!" Faced with the elder whose life signs were already fading, Ye Tian could no longer hold back his tears.
"Quick... run away..."
The hand on his clothing suddenly loosened and fell limply.
"Grandpa Leng! Grandpa Leng!" Ye Tian frantically shook Leng Wanli's body, calling out in a voice he was unwilling to admit was filled with despair.
A whisper echoed, brushing past his ears with a soft, mournful sound.
The elder's eyelids drooped, his hair scattered by the wind, drifting aimlessly.
"Ah!!!"
Ye Tian let out a long howl, his voice piercing the sky, and in that moment, even the raging winds seemed to pause.
"Kill!"
"That's Ye Tian, everyone kill him!"
The momentum of the Xu Family surged once more, their spirits higher than ever. They swung their Steel Blades mercilessly, and one by one, the Cold Family Guardians fell into pools of blood.
Roars echoed and the sounds of killing filled the air. The once tranquil and picturesque Pavilion by the Lake now resembled a hell on earth.
Blood splattered, severed limbs scattered, and heads rolled into the lake. The water in the Square Area was dyed red for several feet, and a heavy stench of blood hung in the air.
Sounds of struggle and screams rose and fell; in an instant, few Cold Family Guardians remained. The eyes of the Xu Family members glinted with a chilling light as they slowly closed in on the young figure kneeling beside Leng Wanli.
The thugs of the Xu Family gripped their Steel Blades tighter as their Footsteps drew closer.
Faced with these fierce and menacing faces, grinning with excitement, the young figure remained motionless, eyes tightly shut, breathing low, his fists quietly clenched.
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