Chapter 34

Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao, a cold light appearing in his eyes. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his right hand, and flicked his wrist. Instantly, two beams of light shot out from his storage bag, shimmering with a precious luster. They were a stone tiger and a stone dragon. As soon as these two magical treasures appeared, the scene became dazzling. The moment they appeared, a tiger's roar echoed, and a dragon's roar spread out. The two magical treasures transformed directly into a several-zhang white tiger and a ten-zhang dragon, circling around Wang Tengfei, making him look imposing and majestic, accompanied by the dragon and tiger.

"You can deny it, but this sword is mine. I disagree, and you can't take it away." As soon as Wang Tengfei's chilling words were spoken, he raised his right hand, made a seal, and pointed. Immediately, the white tiger roared and charged straight at Meng Hao, while the dragon's roar echoed as it rushed at Meng Hao like a rainbow.

Meng Hao took a step back, raised his right hand, and waved it. Instantly, the wooden sword transformed into a rainbow and flew out. At the same time, wind blades and fire snakes spread out. The sound of explosions echoed in all directions. Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated rapidly. He looked at Wang Tengfei, who stepped out from the explosion, his white clothes fluttering, his hair flying, and his handsome face filled with a murderous intent, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Absurd, you accuse me of stealing your treasure, but you clearly see this sword as extraordinary and want to forcibly take it in this inner sect trial!"

"Words are useless. I will kill you today to make you understand that what belongs to me, Wang Tengfei, you have no right to take." Wang Tengfei's eyes were cold. As he stepped forward and waved his right hand, the white tiger and the dragon roared and charged straight at Meng Hao again.

"Unique? Is there only one in the world?" Meng Hao laughed, the mockery in his eyes growing stronger, unhidden. However, deep within his mockery, there was a cold light.

"Then take a look, is this also the unique treasure you speak of?" As Meng Hao spoke, he slapped his storage bag, and instantly a black light shot out, circling around Meng Hao, emitting a continuous humming sound. This sword was the second wooden sword that Meng Hao had replicated!

As soon as the second wooden sword appeared, Wang Tengfei's advancing body suddenly trembled. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his mind was struck by a loud boom. He felt as if an invisible mountain had hit him, causing the connection between the white tiger and the dragon and himself to be interrupted.

"This is impossible... This... This..." Wang Tengfei's mind was in chaos, and this sudden change left him unprepared, as if his thoughts had been overturned.

"Is this sword also yours?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with a cold light as he took a step forward, his aura rising, and his cultivation spreading out.

"Is this sword your unique treasure?" Meng Hao took another step forward, and as his words spread, his aura surged, forcing Wang Tengfei to take two steps back, his face pale, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

"Is this sword the only one in the world that belongs to you?" Meng Hao's eyes were like lightning as he took another step forward, his aura overwhelming. At this moment, he gave a sense of grandeur, and Wang Tengfei's face was pale as he continued to retreat.

"Wang Tengfei, this sword is a pair, and it is my Heavenly Sword!" Meng Hao's eyes were like lightning as he leaped up, made a seal with both hands, and immediately the two wooden swords emitted a towering light, charging straight at the white tiger and the dragon.

The sound of explosions echoed, the white tiger shattered, and the dragon split. The two wooden swords, carrying Meng Hao's aura, transformed into a force that seemed capable of destroying everything, charging straight at Wang Tengfei.

As it approached, Wang Tengfei suddenly raised his head, raised his right hand, and pressed it toward the ground. Instantly, a burning incense stick appeared, its smoke swirling and rushing toward Meng Hao. The smoke transformed into figures, colliding with the two wooden swords, causing the square to echo with the sound of explosions.

The incense stick shattered, the wooden swords retreated, and Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating several steps. As he looked up, he saw Wang Tengfei flying in the air, not on the platform but in the sky, with a few strands of smoke supporting him. He looked at Meng Hao and the two wooden swords with a complex expression, now doubting his previous assumptions.

After all, according to the texts he had studied, that wooden sword was indeed unique in the world, and it was impossible for a second one to exist. However, no matter how he looked at it, Meng Hao's wooden sword was identical to the one in his memory, yet there were two of them...

Meng Hao looked at Wang Tengfei in the sky, coldly snorted, and waved his right hand. Instantly, two ordinary flying swords shot out from his storage bag. As Meng Hao took a step forward, he stepped on the two flying swords, and his body flew up, causing the cultivators around the square to exclaim in surprise.

"Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can fly, but they are both flying..."

"Wang Senior Brother has a magical treasure that allows him to fly for a short time, but Meng Hao... he is using his spiritual energy to fly with the help of the flying swords."

A murderous intent flashed in Wang Tengfei's eyes as he stared at Meng Hao. At this moment, he no longer thought about the wooden sword. Regardless of whether it was the unique treasure or not, if he, Wang Tengfei, saw it, he would take it.

As the murderous intent spread, Wang Tengfei slapped his storage bag, and a yellow paper appeared in front of him. This was a talisman, with complex patterns drawn on it, emitting a spiritual pressure and a golden light, looking very different from the talismans of the Han Sect.

"Being able to make me use this treasure, you can be proud in the netherworld." Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao, feeling extremely pained. This talisman was the last magical treasure in his storage bag. After all, for that wooden sword, he had almost paid everything.

He would not use this talisman unless absolutely necessary. It had only three uses left, and with his cultivation, he could only use it once, with considerable power, capable of killing cultivators below the Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation.

Wang Tengfei coldly looked at Meng Hao, raised his right hand, and waved it forward. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of spiritual energy, feeling his spiritual energy rushing toward the talisman. As the talisman emitted a golden light, the light alone made Meng Hao, who was flying in the sky, feel a shock and pain all over his body.

But at this moment, Wang Tengfei's face suddenly changed. He realized that his spiritual energy was not enough... He also felt that the reason his spiritual energy was not enough was because it was constantly leaking from the wound on his right hand.

However, he had been so enraged by the appearance of the wooden sword and the shock of the two wooden swords that he had not noticed it, causing the talisman to be unable to gather enough spiritual energy. Even taking a pill would not be able to replenish the instant consumption.

"Even if this talisman is not fully formed and only has the power to kill a Sixth Layer of Qi Condensation cultivator, killing you will be as easy as turning over one's hand!" Wang Tengfei did not hesitate, and he fiercely threw the talisman. The talisman, like a golden sun, charged straight at Meng Hao, and a sense of mortal danger instantly appeared in Meng Hao's mind.

At this critical moment, a strange light appeared in Meng Hao's eyes. In the air, he involuntarily recalled the dream he had after swallowing the Yinglong demon core, where the body of the ancient Yinglong was reflected in the lake. At this moment, the image strongly appeared in Meng Hao's mind.

"Lord of the Sky..."

Meng Hao's mind was enlightened, and he closed his eyes. As the golden sun formed by the talisman approached, the demon core in his dantian rolled, and in an instant, a powerful spiritual energy surged through Meng Hao's body, making him wave his sleeves forward.

Instantly, the flying swords that had been scattered and lost contact trembled and rushed toward Meng Hao. At the same time, all the remaining flying swords and various magical treasures in Meng Hao's storage bag flew out, converging into nearly a hundred beams of light. This was not Meng Hao's own spiritual energy, but the power of the demon core in his dantian!

For some reason, the demon core was activated, and in an instant, the nearly a hundred flying swords and magical treasures hummed, as if guided by an invisible force, converging into a...

Ancient Yinglong!

However, the dragon's form was blurry, and outsiders could not see it. Even Wang Tengfei, who had lost the bloodline, did not notice it. Only Meng Hao knew its essence, especially the two wooden swords, which became the sharp teeth of the Yinglong, emitting a silent roar and the power of the sky, charging straight at the talisman.

The power of the Yinglong, combined with the nearly a hundred magical treasures, charged at the talisman. The two collided, and the sound of explosions echoed throughout the Mountain Support Sect, making the outer sect disciples' ears ring and causing them to retreat. Some weaker cultivators were even dazed and disoriented.

Whether it was the Yinglong or the talisman, even in their initial forms, they were on a scale beyond the Sixth Layer of Qi Condensation. The impact of their collision was so powerful that even a Seventh Layer of Qi Condensation cultivator would be shocked, and only an Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation cultivator could contend.

The sound of explosions continued, and the talisman, which had transformed into a golden sun, rapidly dimmed. The Yinglong, formed by nearly a hundred magical treasures, also began to collapse, layer by layer, one by one, until the talisman's sun completely dimmed and slowly fell to the platform. The blurry form of the Yinglong completely collapsed, but...

The two wooden swords, like the teeth of the Yinglong, fiercely charged at Wang Tengfei, who was pale. As Wang Tengfei's face turned ashen, the two swords were about to pierce his chest and penetrate his heart. At this moment, a light sigh came from the Eastern Peak.

"Enough, don't push things to the extreme." As the sigh echoed, a gentle force appeared in front of Wang Tengfei, blocking the power of the wooden swords and pushing his body back, until he was pushed off the platform and onto the square. Wang Tengfei spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dim, filled with confusion and disbelief that he had... lost.

At the same time, He Luohua appeared on the platform. Almost as soon as he appeared, Elder Ouyang bowed deeply.

"Salutations, Sect Master." The outer sect disciples were all shocked and immediately bowed.

Meng Hao's face was also pale, his spiritual energy exhausted. If not for the sudden burst of power from the Yinglong demon core, Meng Hao would not have been able to hold on. His storage bag was now empty, and this battle was extremely brutal for him.

Though he was somewhat unwilling that Wang Tengfei did not die, he knew that with the Sect Master's intervention, it was impossible to kill Wang Tengfei today. In silence, he descended from the platform, maintaining his body with his strong will, and took a few steps to pick up the talisman that belonged to Wang Tengfei, putting it in his pocket. Then he looked up at He Luohua.

"This battle, Meng Hao wins. From now on, he will be the third inner sect disciple of our Mountain Support Sect." He Luohua smiled and nodded at Meng Hao.

As these words spread, everyone fell silent, their minds racing, recalling the scenes of Meng Hao's battle with Wang Tengfei.

Wang Tengfei's expression was blank. After hearing these words, he gave a bitter laugh, looked at Meng Hao on the platform, and then at the crowd that seemed to have forgotten him. Filled with resentment, he spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted.

Almost as soon as he fell, Meng Hao bit his tongue hard, bowed to He Luohua, and immediately sat down to meditate. Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao with obvious admiration and patted his storage bag, sending a pill to Meng Hao, who caught it and swallowed it. Even though he was extremely tired and his vision was blurry, he still persisted in meditating to recover.

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