A deathly silence filled the air. Huyan Qing’s eyes went wide and filled with disbelief. The seven Nascent Soul Cultivators’ faces were filled with unprecedentedly serious looks. Swishing sounds could be heard as six of them instantly moved to surround Huyan Qing. Sir Wu appeared in front of all of them, his face grim as he looked at Meng Hao.
“Fellow Daoist,” said Sir Wu, clasping his hands, “we are from the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe of the Heavenly Court Alliance in the Black Lands. Everything before was a misunderstanding, Fellow Daoist. Please forgive us.”
Meng Hao looked at him coldly, then looked at the people behind him. Having heard that they were from the Heavenly Court Alliance in the Black Lands, he suddenly thought of the Golden Crow Clan. He then slowly nodded his head. “Since it was just a misunderstanding, we can let the matter drop. Please take your leave posthaste.”
Sir Wu heaved an inward sigh of relief. Even though he was of the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage, the pressure he felt pressing down from Meng Hao was incredible. He had no desire whatsoever to fight him.
However, even as Sir Wu was about to clasp hands and fall back, Huyan Qing’s eyes suddenly filled with a savage light.
“So, it turns out this guy puts on a strong front but is actually a weakling!” Huyan Qing had been incredibly shocked and even filled with fear when Meng Hao killed his four black-robed guards. However, seeing that he was willing to compromise after hearing that they were from the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe, his heart filled with evil thoughts.
“I said before to kill him!” he said, his voice grim. “All of you, get out there and kill him!” He laughed coldly. “Sir Wu, you promised my father that you would keep me safe during our journeys. You even promised to help me with my cultivation. This guy’s Cultivation base is obviously incredible, and I’ve taken a liking to it. Kill him for me, and before he dies, I’ll consume it!”
His eyes radiated an intense light as he lifted his hand and held out a command medallion. “I order all of you. Kill him!”
Meng Hao’s expression never changed. He watched calmly as the scene unfolded. After the medallion appeared, the faces of Sir Wu and the six other old men instantly fell. Moments later, four of the group performed minor teleportations as they approached him. They figured that it didn’t matter that they weren’t a match for Meng Hao. All they had to do was pin him down. The person to do the actual killing would naturally be Sir Wu.
“Oh well,” sighed Sir Wu. “I guess this guy is just unlucky!” Clenching his teeth, he turned toward Meng Hao. Suddenly, his great circle Nascent Soul Cultivation base exploded with power.
“You’re dead!!” Huyan Qing began to laugh maniacally.
As the four mid Nascent Soul Cultivators neared, Meng Hao’s eyes glittered with the desire to kill. The killing intent that exploded out from him this time was thirty percent! His voice cool, he said, “Looking to die?”
The killing intent roared out, causing the faces of the four mid Nascent Soul stage old men to fill with astonishment. Suddenly, Meng Hao vanished like a ghost. When he reappeared, he was behind one of the mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivators. His expression was cool, and his hair whipped about as he lifted up his right hand and tapped the man.
Death aura and life force mingled, transforming into a fearsome power of extermination. The Nascent Soul Cultivator was absolutely powerless to resist, and instantly exploded.
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