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He clenched a stalk of grass in his mouth, its source unknown, partially yellowed. Stubble scattered across his chin, a smile on his face, but his eyes were icy cold.

"It seems you know, this invitation has a tinge of the nefarious, a trap," a touch of dim yellow sunlight filtered through the window.

Splitting the room right into two.

Wu Chenghua stood with both hands on his cane, entrenched in shadow as if it were tangible.

The dashing Meng Huan, on the other hand, stood in the golden and bright sunlight, surrounded by a faint dust floating up and down.

"My eyes aren't blind, of course I know there's a trick here," Meng Huan coldly sneered, plucking the grass from his mouth.

With a flick of his finger and a "ding" sound, the withered leaf, sharp as a blade, pierced directly into a nearby protruding dragon pillar. The leaf still vibrated slightly, emitting a faint metallic hum.

"The Sword Refining Technique of the Wuji Sword Sect has been cultivated by you to an otherworldly realm," Wu Chenghua's deeply sunken eyes were tinged with indelible envy.

He coughed softly and said weakly, "Youth is wonderful, awe-inspiring, and enviable."

"It's not that I'm young, it's that you're too useless."

Meng Huan coldly huffed, mercilessly saying, "Living over five hundred years, you've become nothing but excrement. In pursuit of so-called immortality, you've forsaken your own martial path, betrayed your family, betrayed tens of millions of people in Jiangbei. Wreaking havoc on the people, committing unforgivable evils."

"When the Monk Soldiers from Skull Plain marched southward, your Wu Family flung open the city gates, sitting idly by and just watching. I've been tolerating you for a long time since then."

"Now, ha ha..." Meng Huan's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Considering our many years of acquaintance, I'll give you a chance to make your final statement."

"You knew it was a trap, but you came anyway."

Being pointed at and furiously rebuked, the ancestor of the Wu Family, an Earth Immortal above even Heavenly Deceit, Wu Chenghua maintained his composure. His weathered face showed no change of emotion.

He even curved the corners of his mouth upwards, calmly saying, "You must think of me as a rotting piece of wood that could break in half with the slightest effort, and that I pose no threat, right?"

"What else?" Meng Huan shifted his weight lower and slowly reached for the ancient longsword hanging at his waist.

"Under normal circumstances, that would indeed be correct, but—"

Wu Chenghua didn't get to finish his sentence.

Swish!

Meng Huan's full-powered strike, seizing the moment of Wu Chenghua's complacent distraction, swept across.

A sword cultivator at the Earth Immortal Realm, his entire body, even a single thought, could transform into a sword. The sword hanging at Meng Huan's waist, obtained from a secret realm in Zhongzhou, was ancient and exceedingly sharp, truly a rare Divine weapon.

But this Divine weapon was merely a decoy on Meng Huan.

Before his fingers even touched the hilt, a sword strike already charged forth from Meng Huan.

An invisible Sword Qi streaked through the void, distorting the sunlight. Incredibly fast and silent.

Only the path of dust particles oscillating up and down, silently split in two, testified to the terrifying significance embedded in this strike.

Wu Chenghua's pupils constricted, raising his cane to block.

But he was a moment too slow.

Splurt!

Bright crimson blood spurted out, a withered head flying into the air.

"It seems this is all the ability you have," Meng Huan's lips curled up, revealing a smile.

Earth Immortals are known for their immortality, but Wu Chenghua was too aged, his cells no longer capable of division. Suffering such a wound, he could essentially be declared dead on the spot.

He turned to leave, but just at that moment, Meng Huan abruptly stopped.

Boom!

A slight tremor traveled through the ground.

The sound "susu" approached like a tide from all directions, as if countless vines were tightly clinging together, rubbing against each other.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the earthen fortress walls exploded violently.

Amidst the dust, countless blood lights shot out, dense and fast, like a fierce storm.

An intense sense of crisis that stung like needles almost clung to his skin. Meng Huan's expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and drew his sword from its sheath.

Semi-transparent Sword Qi raced across the area.

The blood-colored vines floating in the air first stiffened, then deformed, and exploded violently.

But the blood-colored smoke clouds formed by these exploding vines were even more troublesome.

Meng Huan reacted quickly, his body's energy howling, but still some of it got onto him.

His clothing emitted black smoke, pocked and pitted, and then dark red blood spots appeared on his bronzed skin, a sudden feeling of weakness spreading rapidly. Explore more adventures at empire

Meng Huan's heart sank rapidly.

The remaining parts of the walls around him collapsed with a boom, and the ground shook violently once.

It wasn't until then that Meng Huan realized, without knowing when, the bright sunlight had disappeared, replaced by a high-rising blood moon. And in the blood-colored moonlight, a tall, sinister figure was staring at him from afar.

"Clap!" The Blood Sacrifice Demon God Ralph clapped his hands and smiled, "Sir, your swordsmanship is impressive."

Meng Huan didn't pay him any attention but instead turned around to look behind him.

His pupils slightly contracted as he saw Wu Chenghua bending over to pick up his own head that had fallen to the ground, placed it back on his neck, and then harshly twisted it.

Crack!

With another crisp sound, a pair of blood-colored pupils stared straight at him.

"Impressive!" Wu Chenghua's mouth twisted into a grin, his smile more sinister than warm, "Sect Master of Wuji Sword Sect, truly as renowned as they say, I nearly got cleaved by your sword."

Wu Chenghua touched his neck and spoke ominously, "Unfortunately, now I have shed my mortal shell and returned to my peak."

"It's your turn now, any last words before you die?" Wu Chenghua wore a condescending expression, hoping to see shock, despair, and other such emotions on Meng Huan's face.

Unfortunately, he was doomed to be disappointed.

Surrounded by a demon god and a rejuvenated Earth Immortal.

Meng Huan's eyebrows slightly raised, and far from showing any fear, his face betrayed an awareness of something.

Under his expressive eyebrows, he seemed unusually relaxed. He even "whooshed" his sword back into its sheath and stretched lazily.

"So that's how it is, no wonder you had the courage to meet me alone, but unfortunately..." Meng Huan grinned and said, "unfortunately, I predicted this, you predicted my prediction."

"What do you mean by this!?" For some reason, seeing the casual smile on Meng Huan's face.

Wu Chenghua's newly rejuvenated heart felt as if it was being tightly gripped by the hand of an ancient god. A sudden chill spread, unable to breathe, unable to beat, as if frozen...