Chapter 93

With the Night Fang Sect’s Foundation Establishment elder in front and the Fenghan Sect’s Foundation Establishment male with a strong desire to kill Meng Hao behind, the entire Zhao Kingdom now had two out of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators from the three major sects present.

Meng Hao knew that the situation today was a dead end, and it would be difficult to break through it. The only way would be to lure these people to the secluded cave of the Mountain Relying Ancestor, but to open the cave, the Mountain Relying Ancestor’s cooperation from inside was required.

Given the many events that had transpired between him and the Mountain Relying Ancestor, it was uncertain whether the Ancestor would take action. Moreover, this had already been tried once before. If it were to happen again, there would be few who would fall for it, but it was still worth a try.

"The three major sects’ leaders and elders are not dead!" Just as the Night Fang Sect’s Foundation Establishment elder was about to approach and raise his right hand, Meng Hao suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing his words, the elder’s eyes immediately flickered, and even the Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect who had just arrived behind Meng Hao showed a change in expression.

"They are trapped inside the Mountain Relying Ancestor’s cave, which is right there." Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed to the Eastern Peak of the Mountain Relying Sect.

The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect’s eyes flickered as he looked at the Eastern Peak of the Mountain Relying Sect. The Qi Condensation cultivators from the Night Fang Sect also showed changes in their expressions and looked over.

Only the Night Fang Sect’s Foundation Establishment elder laughed, but his laughter was somewhat sinister and carried a hint of ridicule.

"I’m very curious to know how you found out that the leaders and elders of the three major sects are dead." As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Hao’s heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

"However, no matter what you say, I will capture you and ask everything." The Night Fang Sect’s Foundation Establishment elder raised his right hand and suddenly reached out toward Meng Hao. With this move, his Foundation Establishment cultivation erupted, and a large hand appeared in the air, rushing toward Meng Hao with a sharp whistling sound.

Meng Hao quickly dodged without hesitation, but at that moment, the Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect behind him sneered and flicked his sleeve, sending a gust of wind straight toward Meng Hao.

These two Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked simultaneously. Meng Hao gritted his teeth, slapped his storage bag, and immediately a sheet of lightning appeared, transforming into a lightning flag!

This flag was precisely what Meng Hao had taken from the Mountain Relying Ancestor, capable of resisting Foundation Establishment attacks. As it unfolded, the lightning flag immediately spread out, turning into a mist with lightning coursing through it, enveloping Meng Hao.

The rumbling echoed, and Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood inside the mist, his body suddenly retreating. The Foundation Establishment elder’s eyes flickered, showing surprise as he looked at the mist surrounding Meng Hao.

The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect also let out a light exclamation.

The mist spread out for about twenty feet, and Meng Hao’s face inside it was pale, with blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. His internal organs ached, and blood was about to gush out, which he forcibly suppressed. To fully utilize this flag, he needed to refine it, but the time was too short, and he had not yet managed to fully unfold it. At this moment, he could only unfold it halfway, and it was unstable.

"Your treasure is good, but you can’t control it. Let’s see how many times you can withstand my Foundation Establishment techniques!" The Night Fang Sect’s Foundation Establishment elder said calmly, taking a step forward and raising his right hand. A green-haired duster appeared in his hand, and with a sweep, the green hairs glowed and transformed into countless green threads, rushing toward the mist surrounding Meng Hao.

The rumbling echoed as the Foundation Establishment elder approached the mist. Each time he swept the duster, the mist shrank and rumbled.

The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect sneered, formed a seal with his right hand, and pointed forward. Instantly, his entire right hand turned into ice, and with a flick, the ice shattered and reformed into an ice hand, rushing toward Meng Hao.

In a moment, the impact caused a loud rumble, and the green threads and ice made the mist surrounding Meng Hao shrink. Meng Hao spat out blood continuously, his body aching as if it were about to shatter, and his mind buzzed, making his face pale. A strong sense of life and death enveloped him, and he clearly felt that the connection between the lightning flag and himself could be severed at any moment.

Once the lightning flag lost its connection to him, even if Meng Hao’s cultivation had reached the peak of Qi Condensation, he would still be a Qi Condensation cultivator, and the gap between him and Foundation Establishment was too great.

At this critical moment, Meng Hao’s eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped his storage bag. Instantly, an ancient oil lamp appeared in his hand!

This lamp was still lit, with the wick being a cross-legged sitting Yuan Ying, precisely... Tian Ji Shangren!

Using a Yuan Ying as oil and life as fire, it burned fiercely. This was the only way Meng Hao could think of to break the deadlock. His face was grim in the firelight, and as he slowly raised his head, a killing intent appeared in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and a pounding sound came from his body. His peak Qi Condensation cultivation fully activated, and his Dan Sea roared and churned, with spiritual energy rapidly flowing through his meridians. In this instant, all his cultivation transformed into a breath of cultivation energy.

Then, he raised his head and looked outside the mist.

The mist concealed the oil lamp in Meng Hao’s hand from the outside, and this oil lamp was peculiar, emitting no aura.

With a loud rumble, the mist surrounding Meng Hao shrank again, and just as it was about to be reduced to a yard, the green threads from the Foundation Establishment elder’s duster suddenly spread out.

"Open up!" The Foundation Establishment elder roared, raised his left hand, and pointed at the mist where Meng Hao was. Instantly, the mist around Meng Hao burst apart, transforming back into the lightning flag, which flew to the side.

"I said you will die today, and you will die today!" The Foundation Establishment elder said arrogantly, raising his right hand and sweeping the duster, about to strike Meng Hao.

But at that moment, the elder suddenly saw the pale-faced Meng Hao holding the oil lamp. The moment he saw the oil lamp, the Foundation Establishment elder’s expression changed.

"This is..."

Meng Hao’s eyes were filled with killing intent, and he did not give the other party any chance. He suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled the breath he had been holding for a long time.

As the breath was exhaled, it landed on the flame of the oil lamp, causing the flame to suddenly spread out, enveloping everything. The Foundation Establishment elder was terrified and tried to retreat, but the flame was faster, instantly reaching his body.

A piercing scream echoed, and the Foundation Establishment elder’s body was immediately engulfed in a flame that seemed to never extinguish. His duster turned to ashes, his clothes, and his flesh disintegrated in an instant, and even as the piercing scream continued, he turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind, including his storage bag.

Meng Hao’s face was pale, and he held the oil lamp, trembling. The breath of cultivation energy was almost all he had, and he was shocked by the terrifying power of the oil lamp’s flame.

Silence reigned... At the place where the Foundation Establishment elder died, the strange flame still burned in the air, distorting the sky.

The elder’s scream gradually faded, and the sound of gasps suddenly echoed. The eight or nine cultivators from the Night Fang Sect stared at the scene, their expressions showing disbelief.

"Elder Chen..."

"What kind of fire is this?"

"This is impossible... Elder Chen is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could he die at the hands of Meng Hao..."

They could not believe that a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator could be burned to death, and the one who released the fire was just a Qi Condensation cultivator. In their minds, this was impossible; a Foundation Establishment cultivator could never be killed by a Qi Condensation cultivator.

Even the weakest Foundation Establishment cultivator could not be killed by a Qi Condensation cultivator.

But now, the scene before them had completely overturned their beliefs, making their minds buzz as they looked at Meng Hao with horror.

But what they did not know was that the Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect was even more terrified. His face was pale, his mind trembling, and he stared at the place where the Foundation Establishment elder had died, his heart filled with endless fear and regret.

He was afraid. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was high above in the Zhao Kingdom and rarely experienced fear, but now, he was afraid, and even the word "afraid" was not enough to describe his state; it was terror!

If he had not been far enough away from the beginning, he would have died along with the Night Fang Sect’s elder.

Now, his mind was trembling, his face pale, and he looked at the oil lamp in Meng Hao’s hand with even greater fear. The Qi Condensation disciples did not know what kind of fire it was, but he could see the signs.

"Yuan Ying fire, this is a person’s Yuan Ying, ignited by their life force, forming a Yuan Ying fire! This fire can not only burn a Foundation Establishment cultivator to death, but even a Core Formation cultivator would die if they encountered it!" The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect was breathing heavily. When he saw Meng Hao looking at him, he immediately felt his scalp tingle and instinctively took a few steps back, not daring to approach, no longer caring about his dignity as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Meng Hao held the oil lamp, stepped on a flying sword, and raised his left hand to summon the lightning flag, which he put back into his storage bag. He was now running his cultivation while coldly watching the Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect, whose expression was changing.

But at that moment, outside the Mountain Relying Sect, the sky rumbled, and three rainbow-like beams, each over ten feet wide, appeared, causing ripples and a shocking aura as they rushed over.

Inside these three beams were three old men who looked as if they had just crawled out of a grave. Their faces were full of wrinkles, and they exuded a strong aura of death, but amidst this death aura, a powerful cultivation aura erupted. Although they were not yet at the Yuan Ying stage, they were at the peak of Core Formation.

Meng Hao’s heart sank, and he gripped the oil lamp tightly. His cultivation had been used up to a large extent, and the breath of cultivation energy had been used for the previous flame. Now, his only reliance was the deterrent power of the oil lamp.

They were moving so fast that they were about to arrive. The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect’s eyes suddenly showed joy, but suddenly, the entire sky darkened, and an aura far surpassing that of the three old men enveloped the entire Zhao Kingdom and the sky and earth.

A huge bell appeared in the sky above the Mountain Relying Sect, and a voice filled with pressure and a hint of sinister intent echoed.

"Mountain Relying Ancestor, come out for me!"

The voice was like thunder, and the momentum was overwhelming, causing the surrounding snow and light screens to shatter. The eight or nine Qi Condensation disciples from the Night Fang Sect immediately spat out blood and exploded, unable to withstand the pressure and dying.

Meng Hao’s body also swayed, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. When he raised his head, his eyes narrowed.

The Foundation Establishment male from the Cold Wind Sect’s face also changed, and the three old men from the three sects who had just arrived in the air also showed horror, not daring to fly, and they all bowed to the green-robed old man standing on the bell.

The green-robed old man stood on the bell, the wind blowing his clothes, and the sky and clouds around him changed. His left eye was like the sun, emitting intense light, and his right eye was dark, like a crescent moon. There was a crack on his forehead, and inside it was a deep, seemingly another eye, but it was unclear, and only a dense bloodlight could be seen.

Tian Ji Shangren!

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