Chapter 33

The flight was delayed, I'm sorry for the late update. Meng Hao's flying swords and Wang Tengfei's magical techniques had already left the surrounding cultivators in awe, their hearts thundering. Even if they looked down on Meng Hao, they were all now stunned by the seemingly endless array of magical treasures he possessed.

Not only them, but also Shangguan Xiu, Elder Ouyang, and even the sect leader Heluohua, all had their expressions freeze at this moment.

Wang Tengfei's strength, capable of shaking cultivators of the same rank, was something everyone knew. However, Meng Hao's strength was also astonishing, able to continuously counter Wang Tengfei. This scene was enough to make the surrounding people draw in their breaths.

At this moment, forty flying swords covered the surroundings, transforming into a storm of sword clouds. In an instant, they stirred the aura in all directions, roaring in front of Meng Hao as if to tear apart any living beings that dared to obstruct them, rushing straight toward Wang Tengfei. This single strike alone was enough to make even a peak Sixth Layer Condensation cultivator struggle to resist.

Even Meng Hao had blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and he had to continuously swallow demon cores to barely maintain his strength.

The thunderous sound echoed fiercely. Meng Hao's forty flying swords shattered half of them in front of Wang Tengfei with a loud boom, the rest flying backward. However, Wang Tengfei's second finger was unable to move Meng Hao at all, only causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Anyone else would have to treat Meng Hao with caution at this moment, but Wang Tengfei still had that indifferent look, taking a third step and pointing with his third finger.

Meng Hao's spiritual energy was nearly depleted, but he had a large number of demon cores, constantly replenishing his spiritual energy to maintain a certain level. Seeing Wang Tengfei point with his third finger, the memory of the gourd being taken by this third finger flashed in his mind. Meng Hao's eyes filled with even more killing intent. Without retreating, he took a step forward, raised his hands, and formed a seal, waving them forward. At this moment, three or four storage bags on his body trembled, and in an instant, a series of sword lights shot out, leaving the surrounding people dumbfounded.

With Meng Hao's sleeves waving, the first wave, second wave, and third wave of flying swords transformed into a dazzling rain of swords, blinding everyone. In an instant, one, ten, twenty, thirty... up to seventy flying swords, divided into four waves, surged forward with dazzling sword light, rushing straight toward Wang Tengfei.

Blood trickled from the corners of Meng Hao's mouth, and he continuously swallowed pills. His eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was unprecedentedly intense. Even if his spiritual energy was about to be depleted, he was willing to do anything!

Wang Tengfei let out a cold snort. The surrounding people were witnessing this battle, and he was unwilling to lose face by awkwardly dodging. Moreover, there were too many flying swords, and their directions, though seemingly the same, were subtly different, as if sealing off all his possible escape routes.

For the first time, a glint of light appeared in Wang Tengfei's eyes. His third finger, which had just landed, suddenly lifted, and he immediately pointed with his fourth finger. Immediately, a ripple appeared in front of him, and as the ripple spread, Meng Hao formed a seal with his hands, clasped them together, and extended them forward.

"Wind Condensing Sword!" As Meng Hao's words echoed, the seventy flying swords that had stunned everyone suddenly condensed into one massive sword. From a distance, it looked like a colossal flying sword.

This sword, composed of seventy flying swords, instantly created layers of sword light, leaving the surrounding people in shock. If one looked closely, they could see that the fourth wave of flying swords had suddenly accelerated, weaving through the third wave, stirring up the second wave of sword rain, and colliding with the first wave, forming a massive sword shape. The surrounding invisible wind kept the sword shape from dispersing!

This was a flying sword array created by Meng Hao using the Wind Blade technique, a sword move he had researched for a long time after Black Mountain. Now, he unleashed it, rushing straight toward Wang Tengfei, unstoppable. The sound of explosions echoed around, and the ripple in front of Wang Tengfei distorted, as if a powerful pressure was rushing toward him, making Wang Tengfei take a step back for the first time.

"Making me take a step back, you can be proud of yourself." Wang Tengfei spoke his first words in this battle. As he retreated, he slapped his storage bag, and a crystal statue appeared. The statue was a vivid horse.

A horse's neigh pierced the sky, and the crystal horse, as if coming to life, detached from Wang Tengfei's hand and rushed toward Meng Hao's massive sword. The moment they touched, continuous explosions echoed. The massive sword began to collapse from the tip, layer by layer, as if the crystal horse was invincible. In the blink of an eye, a large part of Meng Hao's massive sword had shattered, and the rest were being pushed back. The scene was one of flying swords, and the massive sword was now just a hilt.

This scene left the surrounding people in awe, their minds blank, filled only with the shocking sight before them.

But at this moment, as the massive sword was reduced to just a hilt, suddenly, a wooden sword among the flying swords that made up the hilt shot out, heading straight for the crystal horse. The moment they collided, a thunderous explosion, louder than any before, echoed, creating endless reverberations.

This wooden sword was the only one Meng Hao was controlling at this moment. He had used everything else as a cover to launch this unexpected wooden sword!

This sword originally belonged to Wang Tengfei, who considered it a treasure. However, Meng Hao thought it could be replicated for 2,000 spirit stones and didn't find it particularly powerful. Nevertheless, it was his strongest sword at the moment, and he had to use it.

With a thunderous boom, the crystal horse trembled violently. The moment it touched the wooden sword, it developed countless cracks and immediately shattered.

Wang Tengfei's expression changed in an instant. The wooden sword, carrying a large amount of momentum, flew toward Wang Tengfei. As Wang Tengfei raised his right hand and subconsciously released his cultivation, all the flying swords except the wooden sword were swept away, and a shockwave exploded. However, the wooden sword, resisting the shockwave, flew three feet forward, drawing blood, and pierced Wang Tengfei's right index finger. Instantly, his finger was reduced to a bloody mess. At this moment, the wooden sword was pushed back by the shockwave and returned to Meng Hao's side.

"This finger insulted me that day, and today, I will cripple it." Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and raised his head, his voice hoarse and filled with blood.

Wang Tengfei's hair was disheveled, and he took several steps back, ignoring the intense pain in his finger. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared intently at the wooden sword beside Meng Hao. Meng Hao's words echoed in his ears, and an unprecedented anger erupted within him.

He recognized this sword!

Almost the moment Wang Tengfei's finger shattered, the expressions of all the cultivators in the square changed dramatically, and they all looked disbelieving. The buzzing sound of their discussions suddenly echoed.

"Meng Hao actually shattered Wang Tengfei's finger, this... this is impossible!"

"Wang Tengfei was injured, he is a genius, and his finger was shattered... this Meng Hao..."

"The number of his flying swords is shocking, especially the massive sword formed by seventy flying swords, its power is terrifying!"

At the same time, Shangguan Xiu also drew in a breath, finding this scene unbelievable. Not only him, but Elder Ouyang also stood up, his eyes filled with the strongest admiration and growing anticipation as he looked at Meng Hao.

Even the sect leader Heluohua of the Eastern Peak had his eyes fixed on Meng Hao, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The discussions continued, and every word fell into Wang Tengfei's ears. However, at this moment, Wang Tengfei seemed oblivious, unable to hear anything. His eyes were filled with anger as he stared intently at the wooden sword beside Meng Hao.

"It's you!" Wang Tengfei ignored the blood gushing from his severed finger. He had only been this angry once in his life, when he saw his carefully prepared item taken by someone at the cave entrance, feeling a deep sense of frustration and madness. He hated that unknown person with a passion.

This was his lifelong regret. The shrill scream from that day still echoed in Wang Tengfei's ears. Whenever he awoke from meditation in the dead of night, his heart felt as if it were bleeding, the feeling of having done all the work for someone else driving him to madness.

Today, it was the second time in his life that he felt such overwhelming anger, because he recognized the sword. The treasure he had considered his own, the one he believed would accompany him throughout his life, was now in Meng Hao's hands.

"It's you!" At this moment, Wang Tengfei's eyes were filled with unprecedented killing intent. His desire to kill Meng Hao had reached its peak. This killing intent was completely different from his usual calm demeanor, making the surrounding cultivators stop their discussions one by one.

"You stole my treasure!" Wang Tengfei stared intently at the wooden sword outside Meng Hao's body, his eyes filled with overwhelming killing intent. He had a strong urge to tear Meng Hao to pieces and now burst into laughter, a chilling sound echoing around.

"Meng Hao, I don't know what you mean. Is this sword yours? Are you sure you haven't mistaken it?" Meng Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took the opportunity to swallow a large number of demon cores, and spoke calmly.

"I have planned for this sword for many years. This unique Spirit-Cutting Sword in the world, with its naturally formed golden threads, is one of a kind. I cannot be mistaken." Wang Tengfei laughed loudly to the sky, but his laughter was cold, as if the temperature around him suddenly dropped.