Chapter 80

"Four poison pills, if I swallow them, I fear I won’t even make it to the guide before the poison takes effect and kills me. Even if it doesn’t take effect, how will you seniors detoxify me in the future? Or perhaps you never intended to find a way to detoxify me!" Meng Hao’s face was grim as he spoke in a deep voice.

"There is naturally a way to detoxify. Whether you believe it or not is up to you," the red-faced elder of the Fenghan Sect said expressionlessly, speaking lightly. Just as Meng Hao had used a straightforward strategy earlier, these few Core Formation Ancestors now effortlessly resolved everything, and used the same method to turn it back on Meng Hao himself.

Meng Hao was silent. As the other party said, it indeed came down to whether he believed it or not, but he couldn’t afford not to believe it. If he didn’t believe it, he wouldn’t be able to resolve the situation today.

"This is... the Centipede Dragon Pill, and the Corpse Cold Pill. This one is the Blood Corruption Pill, but this one..." Meng Hao’s gaze swept over the four poison pills in front of him, recognizing three of them. The only one he had never heard of before was the three-colored poison pill that Tian Ji Shangren had taken out, which was not mentioned on the ancient jade.

"Relying on the Mountain Ancestor’s boundless cultivation, he should be able to detoxify me." After a moment of contemplation, Meng Hao gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and grabbed a poison pill to swallow. The poison pill seemed to contain a living thing, and when he swallowed it, Meng Hao clearly felt a pain in his throat. However, since he had made the decision, he didn’t hesitate, his eyes bloodshot, and he swallowed them one by one. When he picked up the poison pill from Tian Ji Shangren, Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, looking at Tian Ji Shangren.

Tian Ji Shangren always wore a smile. Meng Hao, in silence, no longer hesitated, knowing that he had to swallow the pills today to dispel the suspicions of the others and resolve the situation. Taking a deep breath, Meng Hao swallowed the pill in one go.

The moment the three-colored poison pill entered his mouth, it immediately dissipated into a gas, penetrating Meng Hao’s flesh and blood. Swallowing four poison pills in succession, this scene made Liu Daoyun’s heart race with both shock and satisfaction.

The more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators around them all looked at Meng Hao with strange expressions, secretly wary of his decisiveness.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, his expression dark, and looked up at the old monsters in the sky without a word.

"Let’s go." The old woman nodded, pointed at Meng Hao with her right hand, and turned, her body transforming into a rainbow. The surrounding crowd all stepped forward, and under the old woman’s point, the storage bag that had previously contained spirit stones suddenly turned into a ghostly mist, its form fierce as it flickered, wrapping around Meng Hao’s body and rushing straight into the sky.

Liu Daoyun was also within this range, so he flew up with them, a cold smile on his face as he looked at Meng Hao.

"You’re dead for sure!" Liu Daoyun said coldly.

Meng Hao was silent, not speaking, only giving Liu Daoyun a cold look, his face somewhat distorted.

"Even if you lead the old ancestors to the cave, once you come out, you will surely die. Even if the poison is detoxified, Liu Mou will never let you go."

"Throughout the entire Zhao Kingdom, there is no place for you to hide. As an inner disciple of the Relying Mountain Sect, you have to lead people to kill the sect’s old ancestors. How does that feel?" Liu Daoyun’s words were venomous, his face twisted with a sneer.

"For a silver spear, you killed Sun Hua. How does that feel?" Meng Hao said calmly, his gaze on the ground below, everything passing by quickly, a speed he had never experienced before.

Liu Daoyun was completely indifferent to Meng Hao, but this one sentence was like a stab to his wound, making Liu Daoyun’s eyes instantly bloodshot, his gaze filled with boundless hatred, as if he wanted to tear Meng Hao apart. This was the shame of his life, even cutting off his promising future in the sect, making him almost a discarded pawn. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, his fists clenched, staring at Meng Hao.

But Meng Hao’s expressionless face made him feel like he was hitting a void, a feeling that was hard to describe, enough to drive a person mad.

"You swallowed four poison pills. Liu Mou will wait to see you rot from the poison, that heart-wrenching scene!" Liu Daoyun’s breathing was rapid, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Today, you will die in my chaotic sword storm." Meng Hao’s voice was calm, showing no emotion, looking at the passing desolate mountains below, and the four peaks of the Relying Mountain Sect already in sight, speaking as if it were a casual remark.

"Arrogant talk, just you? Liu Mou is waiting to see the day you are poisoned!" Liu Daoyun was completely indifferent to these words, his face venomous, sneering.

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud rumble echoed below, and the group had arrived at the entrance square of the Relying Mountain Sect. The place was desolate, the ground covered with fallen leaves and bird droppings, and some wild beasts were scattered, startled and fleeing.

As the group descended, a strong wind swept through, clearing the messy outer sect square, making it cleaner. Meng Hao looked at this place, his expression complex.

"Seeing your former sect in this state, how do you feel, Meng Hao?" Liu Daoyun sneered, but the moment he spoke, Meng Hao suddenly turned his head, a hint of killing intent in his eyes, and he stepped forward, raising his right hand, fifty flying swords whistling toward Liu Daoyun.

"I think this place is suitable for burying you."

Meng Hao’s attack came without any warning, his words still echoing, the flying swords already approaching Liu Daoyun, their speed so fast that Liu Daoyun’s face changed drastically. He never expected Meng Hao to dare attack him in front of so many old ancestors.

He quickly retreated, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and a bead flew out. This bead was different from his previous treasures, and as soon as it flew out, it emitted a strong aura of evil, transforming into a fierce green ghost face, colliding with Meng Hao’s fifty flying swords.

A loud rumble echoed, but in the instant the rumble sounded, the ghost face, after blocking most of the flying swords, was still pierced by one, heading straight for Liu Daoyun.

Liu Daoyun’s face changed rapidly, a strong sense of life and death enveloping him. In this critical moment, he roared, using his arm to resist the incoming flying sword. The flying sword pierced through his right shoulder, blood splattering, and a piercing scream immediately echoed throughout the quiet Relying Mountain Sect.

With a loud bang, the flying sword exploded as it passed through Liu Daoyun’s right shoulder, the shockwave shattering his right arm, blood and flesh flying. He spat out blood, his face pale, retreating rapidly, his eyes filled with horror and madness.

This scene happened too quickly, almost in a flash, Liu Daoyun’s right arm was shattered, his screams echoing. The old monsters from the three major sects all looked over, especially the few from the Fenghan Sect, their eyes cold.

Liu Daoyun screamed and retreated rapidly, shouting.

"Ancestor, this person..."

Meng Hao’s expression was cold, and the moment Liu Daoyun’s voice sounded, he took a step forward, waved his right hand, and a hundred flying swords flew out, enveloping the area like a rain of swords, heading straight for Liu Daoyun. Although Liu Daoyun was also at the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, Meng Hao was also at the ninth layer, and due to his cultivation of the Great Spirit Scripture, his Dan Sea had turned golden, and he had a thread of spiritual awareness in his mind, enough to overwhelm Liu Daoyun. The rain of swords whistled, preventing Liu Daoyun from continuing his words.

With a loud bang, Liu Daoyun spat out more blood, a crystalline light shining in front of him as the crystal sword resisted the force of Meng Hao’s hundred flying swords. However, the backlash still injured Liu Daoyun further, and he retreated again, roaring in pain.

"Ancestor, save me!"

"Meng Hao, stop!" Several low shouts came from the sky, from four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Fenghan Sect. These four people frowned, naturally unwilling to let Meng Hao kill Liu Daoyun in front of everyone. As they spoke, their bodies transformed into rainbows, rushing down.

"This is my matter with him. Today, even if I die from the poison, I will kill this person!" Meng Hao didn’t look back, as if he didn’t see the four Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sky, his expression filled with killing intent, speaking resolutely.

He was targeting Liu Daoyun of the Fenghan Sect, and in this place, there were two other major sects besides the Fenghan Sect. They naturally wouldn’t watch Meng Hao die from the poison before opening the cave, nor would they let a minor matter from another sect affect their own interests.

At this moment, four people, clearly following the hint from their sect’s ancestors, instantly flew out, blocking the four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Fenghan Sect.

"Friend Zhang, why get angry with this small Qi Condensation cultivator? Come, come, we haven’t seen each other in years, we should catch up."

"That’s right, Brother Chen, we met three years ago. I have some cultivation questions I want to discuss with you." Various words were spoken, and the faces of the four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Fenghan Sect turned green. Just as they were about to speak, another scream from Liu Daoyun echoed from the outer sect square of the Relying Mountain Sect.

Meng Hao’s hands formed seals, and two hundred flying swords rushed out, the whistling sound piercing, heading straight for Liu Daoyun. At the same time, he stepped forward, his right hand forming a seal, and a thirty-foot-long fire python roared out, colliding with the flying swords. Liu Daoyun spat out more blood, the crystal sword in front of him shattering, and he retreated, his eyes filled with despair.

Meng Hao’s eyes were filled with resolute killing intent, and he stepped forward, his right hand flashing with sword light, the wooden sword piercing through the air, heading straight for Liu Daoyun.

"Move!" The faces of the four Foundation Establishment cultivators changed, and they roared, forcing their way through to stop Meng Hao.

"This person has tried to kill me multiple times. This is a personal grudge. Today, if anyone stops me, Meng Hao will rather die than open the cave of the old ancestor!" Meng Hao’s voice echoed again, not looking at the four Foundation Establishment cultivators rushing toward him, his body not pausing, holding the wooden sword, heading straight for the rapidly retreating, desperate Liu Daoyun, determined to kill him.

"Ancestor, save me!!" Liu Daoyun screamed, but just as the four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Fenghan Sect were about to act, a dry cough echoed, coming from the old woman. The four people were instantly shaken, their bodies stopping involuntarily, their faces turning pale. This cough, in their minds, was like a thunderclap, making their minds buzz and blank.

"Too much!" The red-faced elder of the Fenghan Sect’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he coldly snorted, his gaze suddenly turning to Meng Hao. But the moment he looked at Meng Hao, Tian Ji Shangren laughed, and with a wave of his sleeve, a loud rumble echoed, the gaze that could stop Meng Hao collapsing.

"You!" The red-faced elder’s eyes were wide with anger.

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