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Chapter 152 Two Punches Shatter the Golden Core

Meng Xihong sneered, his figure moving like a ghost, weaving through the gaps in the blood net. Before anyone knew it, two high-grade yellow-rank longswords had appeared in his hands.

These were spoils he had picked out from the Yin Sha Sect's treasury, which he hadn't been willing to use until today, when he could finally use them as consumables.

The blade flashed like snow, and with the infusion of spiritual energy, it even carried a touch of the domineering power of true furnace strength.

Instead of engaging in a direct confrontation, he utilized the subtleties of the "Dragon's Step" to constantly move around and attack the three's weakest points.

In an instant, the arena was filled with flashing swords and bloody shadows, and the clang of metal clashing.

Meng Xihong was surrounded by three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and his chest was nearly torn open by the bloody light several times.

His wounds continued to multiply, and his dark robe was soaked in blood, becoming increasingly dark.

"Hahaha! Meng Xihong, let's see how long you can hold out!"

Seeing this, the Blood Slaughter Envoy in mid-air was completely relieved and let out a smug laugh, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Struggle! The more you struggle, the purer your blood and energy will become! I crave your despair before death!"

He even became interested and started pointing at the battle below.

"Idiot! Shoot him in the left ribs! He's wide open there!"

"Tsk, that blood claw attack was too weak. If it were me, I would have just ripped out his dantian! That would have been a much better tonic!"

He was completely immersed in the thrill of being in control, and didn't notice how quickly time was passing.

On the ground, Meng Xihong appeared disheveled, but he was calmly calculating in his mind.

One breath, two breaths...

Prince Zhenbei, are you reliable? If you don't come soon, I'm really going to die!

Even if I become a ghost, I'll still come to your palace to freeload a meal!
He cursed inwardly, but his hands moved swiftly, even deliberately creating an opening.
He took a direct hit from the Blood Fiend Palm, flying backward and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, pushing the tragic and fierce atmosphere to its peak.

"Meng Xihong, the game should end now."

The Blood Slaughterer seemed to have finally lost his patience, and a cruel pleasure flashed across his eerily handsome face.

"Your tenacity is worthy of my personal escort!"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, and a ball of blood-red energy began to rapidly condense in his palm.

Within that energy sphere, it seemed as if countless streams of blood were surging within it, and a terrifying pressure emanating from a Golden Core expert descended like a mountain, firmly locking onto Meng Xihong.

The air around them froze instantly.

The three Foundation Establishment evil cultivators who were besieging Meng Xihong felt this power and quickly retreated, fearing that they would be affected in the slightest.

"Blood Demon Wheel!"

The Blood Butcher let out a sinister laugh, and the ball of blood-red energy instantly transformed into a rapidly spinning blood-red demonic wheel. From the demonic wheel, blood-red power emitted a piercing shriek!

Trailing a thick, blood-red tail of flame, it crashed down on Meng Xihong, who was already at his last gasp, on the ground.

This strike is enough to level a small mountain!
Finished!

All the Tianyan Sect disciples and Qingzhou soldiers below felt a deep sense of despair upon seeing this scene.

With bloodshot eyes, Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua rushed forward, desperate to shield their sect leader from the fatal blow with their own bodies.

However, at this moment, Meng Xihong, who had been in a "disheveled" state, suddenly raised his head.

His blood-stained face showed no fear or despair, but instead a strange, relieved smile.

"The old man has finally made his move," he whispered, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, as the attack drew near, an indescribable pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down, struck Meng Xihong, causing his expression to change slightly.

The power of the Golden Core stage is indeed terrifying!
It seems I overdid it. Even with a perfect Dao foundation and the supremely Yang and powerful "Furnace Scripture," it's impossible for me to withstand this attack unscathed.

"We have no choice but to take a hard line."

The next instant, within his seemingly exhausted body, a terrifying power far more violent and domineering than ever before suddenly erupted!

The Five Elements Opening Heaven Scripture operates wildly. On the perfect Dao foundation of chaos, the five-colored spiritual energy forms a high-speed rotating, mutually generating and restraining perfect cycle.

The power of the second level of the "Yi Jin Pian" chapter of the "Hong Lu Jing" was unleashed without reservation!
His internal energy was like volcanic lava, emitting a deafening roar!

At this moment, the paths of immortality and martial arts are completely united!

"Well done!"

With a deafening roar, Meng Xihong caused the ground beneath his feet to crack, and instead of retreating, he charged forward to meet the world-destroying crimson meteor head-on!

A blurry golden crow phantom materialized on his right fist!

The second move of the Great Sun Furnace Fist – Golden Crow Burns the Sea!
This punch was the strongest Yang power that Meng Xihong could unleash at the moment!
Boom! The crimson-gold phantom of the Golden Crow collided violently with the blood-red energy ball in mid-air!

The extremely yang and powerful furnace energy was frantically burning away the evil energy of the "Blood Demon Wheel".

However, the power of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, even if the Blood Slaughter Envoy only intended to completely incapacitate Meng Xihong rather than "kill" him, far exceeded Meng Xihong's limits.

The golden crow phantom trembled violently, and the chaotic spiritual flames on it were suppressed and dimmed, and it was about to be swallowed by the blood sphere!
"Not enough!" A ruthless glint flashed in Meng Xihong's eyes.

In a split second between life and death, he suddenly raised his left arm, followed by a powerful left fist!

He quickly switched his mental focus, using the "Yin-Yang Charcoal Fire" secret technique of the Great Sun Furnace Fist. He differentiated the clear and turbid energies in his Ren and Du meridians, and the hard and soft power flowed continuously between his elbows and wrists!
The third move of the Great Sun Furnace Fist – Melting the Sky and Casting Mountains!
The force of the fist is like molten gold and iron; it is softened by hardness and broken by softness!

The left fist, combining both strength and flexibility, instantly dissipated most of the impact of the black ball, while the right fist unleashed its ultimate yang power once again!

The two forces, one hard and one soft, one yang and one yin, actually tore that terrifying black meteor apart and deflected it!
boom--

The black meteor grazed Meng Xihong's scalp, carrying terrifying residual force as it crashed into the distant mountains and forests, instantly leveling a large area and sending dust billowing into the sky!

"How can this be?!"

In mid-air, the Blood Slaughter Envoy's eerie and handsome face was filled with shock and disbelief.

His "Blood Fiend Demon Wheel" was actually blocked by a Foundation Establishment stage kid with his bare fists!
Although he did leave himself some room to maneuver, the power of this strike was enough to easily crush any cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage!
However, Meng Xihong did not answer him.

After unleashing those two earth-shattering punches, he seemed to have all his life force drained away, falling from mid-air and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His arms were completely twisted and deformed, the skin bursting open inch by inch, revealing the charred muscles and stark white bones beneath.

Although his perfect Dao foundation was intact, his meridians and Qi Sea were almost completely drained, and his Qi and blood were extremely weak.

To withstand the attack from the Golden Core cultivator, he directly overdrawn all his power, paying a price that was almost half his life.

"metropolitan!"

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua rushed over like madmen and helped him up.

"Cough cough..." Meng Xihong coughed up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, his face as pale as paper, but he was smiling.

"I'm amazing, aren't I..." he said weakly.

He succeeded.

He not only successfully bought time, but also completely disrupted the enemy's rhythm with this punch, creating the best opportunity for himself and for the "reinforcements" that were about to arrive!

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The Xuanming Envoy, acting like a madman, pointed at the dying Meng Xihong on the ground and roared hysterically at the three Foundation Establishment evil cultivators who were already terrified.

He was afraid.

He was really scared.

This Meng Xihong is too bizarre, too monstrous!
He must kill him immediately, otherwise he will become a major threat!
Upon hearing this, the three evil cultivators seemed to awaken from a dream. Although they were also filled with fear of Meng Xihong, they dared not disobey the Black Sun Envoy's orders.

The three exchanged a glance, and saw ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

They mustered their spiritual power and once again unleashed their magical artifacts, which transformed into three streams of light that shot towards Meng Xihong, who was now powerless to fight back.

"Protect the sect leader!"

At this moment, all the disciples of the Tianyan Sect displayed astonishing courage.

Without the slightest hesitation, they used their own flesh and blood to shield Meng Xihong, forming wall after wall of people.

"Puff puff!"

A flash of blood, and the dozen or so Body Refining Hall disciples at the forefront were instantly pierced by the magic weapon, their bodies falling like tattered sacks. But their faces showed no pain, instead bearing a smile of triumph.

They gave their lives to buy their patriarch precious moments.

"A swarm of ants!"

A malevolent cultivator grinned maliciously, about to activate his magical artifact again to tear apart the wall of people behind him.

But at this moment.

The sneer on his face suddenly froze.

Not only him, but everyone present, including the Blood Slaughter Envoy who was about to rush down from the sky, were frozen in place as if they had been frozen in place.

They all looked up at the dark night sky without prior arrangement.

On the summit of Black Wind Mountain, the pitch-black night sky had been torn open by a massive spatial rift that radiated silver light!
An ancient, magnificent array, filled with spatial fluctuations, is slowly descending from the crack.

"Hey, isn't this the high-spirited Sect Master Meng from a few days ago? How come you've become so pathetic after just a few days?"

(End of this chapter)