The formation was activated, and the restriction was agitated.
Logically speaking, an injured 1-Vein Sovereign Emperor should have no chance of escaping.
In fact, Xiao Chen did not even need a Sovereign Emperor to make a move. Given his current state, it would be difficult for him to charge out.
On the roof, the 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor gray-clad old man watched coldly as Wu Meng broke through the formation.
There were two other 2-Vein Sovereign Emperors at Xiao Chen's side, ready to attack at any moment.
"Under the suppression of the formation, I can only bring out fifty percent of my saber skills."
Under the mask, Wu Meng paled as he felt the invisible pressure of the world. Xiao Chen could not bring out the full might of his Divine Seal and Dao Domain. They were firmly suppressed around him, preventing him from moving.
If he could activate the Alloy Battle Armor, he would feel much better.
However, that would expose his identity, which was not what he wanted.
Sou sou sou!
More than a hundred elite guards soared into the sky. They relied on the array formation and restrictions to entangle Wu Meng, intending to capture him.
"Courting death."
Wu Meng snorted coldly. Although he was injured, his dignity prevented him from accepting defeat at the hands of these small fries.
Killing turned into a demon, madness enraged!
Bang!
Wu Meng raged in his heart. Without any fear, he unleashed his Massacre Dao Domain. A saber light flashed, and the bright sky darkened.
When the saber light disappeared, the sky turned bright.
Ten cries of agony were heard at the same time. Ten figures died at the same time. Their bodies were split in half and their souls were destroyed.
Wu Meng seemed to have gone mad. He raised his saber and swung it down. As the sky darkened, he killed these elite guards, scattering them.
Not only did he take a life with each slash, he killed ten people in a fit of rage!
"So powerful!"
The various Chamber of Commerce's Association Chiefs watching from the main building sucked in a breath of cold air. This was even after Jin Bao had severely injured him.
Jin Bao was a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor, someone who had been famous for a long time.
Furthermore, he was still able to display such strength. If he wasn't heavily injured, how terrifying would his strength be?
The Bountiful Treasure Pavilion's Liu Zhang showed a grave and stern expression as he cursed, "Bunch of good-for-nothings! Dead or alive, we must take him down today."
Seeing Wu Meng make a move, Liu Zhang immediately felt humiliated. His plan to capture Wu Meng alive might fail.
"Second Bro, Third Bro, you two go. Make it quick and don't let Mister Liu lose face again."
The grey-robed old man said lightly.
The two people beside him laughed sinisterly. "Alright, my hands have been itching for a long time."
Boom!
The two of them leaped into the air. Immediately, wind and clouds gathered. He felt as if the sky was about to fall on his back.
Cracks appeared in Xiao Chen's Dao Domain. In a rush, he turned around and chopped.
Dang!
When the two sabers clashed with Wu Meng's sabers, he vomited a mouthful of blood and went flying back.
"Hehe, you also play with sabers?"
"Then we brothers will play with you. We'll show you what real saber skills are!"
The two brothers attacked at the same time. Saber lights flashed, and their figures changed. The sound of sabers clashing rang out endlessly. A vast saber intent soared into the clouds and spread out in the sky above the courtyard.
Clang clang clang!
Clanging sounds rang out continuously. Wu Meng gritted his teeth as he fought one against two. In just a moment, there were hundreds of saber scars on his body, and blood dyed his robes red. However, the two brothers did not have it easy either, and there were also many saber scars on their bodies.
Wu Meng was one example. If you hack at me, I will hack at you.
Even if Wu Meng had to suffer another saber strike because of this, he did not fear it.
This was where Wu Meng's nickname of Saber Demon came from. However, the Cultivation Technique that he cultivated matched his nature. As Wu Meng's injuries worsened, he became even crazier, attacking even more ruthlessly.
"This … to think that the Bountiful Treasure Pavilion's Thunderbolt Twin Sabers can't suppress this person."
After knocking Wu Meng away, the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers firmly suppressed him. This forced Wu Meng back to the ground, trapping him in the middle, unable to advance.
However, after a while, when Wu Meng was bathed in blood, his aura of massacre multiplied.
The howling saber hum was like a powerful killing god laughing maniacally. The berserk aura counterattacked. "Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Saber winds laughed maniacally like ghosts in the courtyard. A strong wind blew, and laughter rang out endlessly.
It was unknown whether it was the saber laughing or Wu Meng laughing. However, that laughter made one's scalp go numb. To think that Wu Meng alone suppressed the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers with his aura alone.
"Playing with sabers with me? In that case, let's see whose saber is more ruthless! "
Wu Meng laughed maniacally under the mask. He did not care how severe his injuries were. His grave eyes only focused on the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers. "With the demonic saber in hand, I sing to my heart's content, only killing!"
The expressions of the Association Chiefs in the main pavilion slowly changed.
The Sovereign Emperor experts behind them had already moved to stand in front of the Association Chiefs without them realizing it. The Association Chiefs already placed their hands on their weapons, fearing that Wu Meng would erupt and take them down with him.
"He really is a madman. Could this fellow be someone of the Demonic Dao?"
The Association Chiefs said in a trembling voice when they saw Wu Meng's crazed saber aura.
"No matter who he is, he will die today!"
The Bountiful Treasure Pavilion's Liu Zhang said through clenched teeth, showing an extremely cold expression.
A brilliant light flashed in the eyes of the peak 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor gray-clad old man on the roof.
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and everyone's ears buzzed. They felt dizzy, and their souls trembled. When looking around, afterimages layered over each other. The world shook, and their bodies trembled, unable to stand stably.
"Pu ci!"
Wu Meng's surging aura paused, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. In the time it took for a spark to fly, the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers' eyes flashed with a cold and merciless light.
The two sabers stabbed into Wu Meng's chest at the same time.
The instant the sabers pierced Wu Meng's chest, the two reacted as if they had a telepathic connection, retreating frantically.
However, it was too late. Wu Meng roared, sounding like the roar of an ancient hero from the depths of the eighteen layers of hell.
That roar pierced through the layered layers of hell, erupting with an unprecedented aura and scattering the gray-clad old man's Soul Energy attack.
Wu Meng used the last of his remaining strength to roar and chop.
The two afterimages shattered, and a horrifying wound appeared on the chests of the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers, who were retreating. If not for the armor protecting their chests, this saber strike would have chopped the two in half.
Even so, the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers still felt frightened, trembling in fear. Their hands, which held their sabers, continued to tremble.
It's over!
Everyone could tell that Wu Meng had done his best after that final saber strike. While Wu Meng was not at the end of his rope, he was not far from it. Initially, he had been fighting with his life on the line. That final saber strike, which was unprecedented since ancient times, drained all his Divine Energy and Soul Energy.
"Die!"
The gray-clad old man, who had been standing on the roof and watching coldly, roared only at the crucial moment, soared into the air. He soared into the sky and arrived before Wu Meng in a flash.
Despair flashed in Wu Meng's heart. However, that face under the mask smiled.
Wu Meng had used his full power in this final battle, feeling carefree and carefree. He had not lived in vain.
As an outstanding talent challenging the Martial Dao, if he did not have the resolve to die, the Saber Demon and Wind Demon would not have reached their current heights.
However, just as the gray-clad old man was about to attack, he suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. The gray-clad old man placed his hand on Wu Meng's head, not daring to strike and shatter Wu Meng's skull.
Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone was shocked. The grey-robed old man had charged over at lightning speed.
Why did the gray-clad old man suddenly stop?
The gray-clad old man charged over at lightning speed and saw a white-clad person with a cold expression on the wall. At some point, this person had appeared and coldly eyed the gray-clad old man. With just one glance, the gray-clad old man felt unbearable pain as if thousands of sabers were stabbing him.
The gray-clad old man's finger twitched, wanting to kill Wu Meng in one go.
"Do you believe that you will die if you move again?"
However, just as the gray-clad old man revealed some clues, an icy voice rang out in his ears.
The gray-clad old man looked in the direction of the voice. The instant their eyes met, the pressure from Xiao Chen's King True Dragon bloodline surged over, carrying the Soul Energy of the Blue Dragon Divine Seal. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
An invisible aura shattered layer by layer.
The gray-clad old man felt a pressure from the depths of his soul, so heavy that he could not breathe. "Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! "The gray-clad old man had no choice but to take three steps back.
"Whoosh!"
However, before the gray-clad old man could take his third step, a purple light flashed, and that white figure landed before him.
Even though the gray-clad old man had been prepared, he had not expected this person to throw a palm strike after landing.
"Reckless fool!"
The gray-clad old man raged. Just a mere 1-Vein Sovereign Emperor. There was no end to this.
The aura of a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor erupted as the gray-clad old man threw a palm strike.
"Bang!"
When the two palms clashed, the gray-clad old man first used his Soul Energy, wanting to intimidate Xiao Chen. However, the gray-clad old man suddenly discovered that Xiao Chen's Soul Energy was no weaker than his. In fact, it was even stronger.
The gray-clad old man immediately panicked and quickly brought out his 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor Divine Energy.
One Divine Vein equaled one Heaven for a Sovereign Emperor. The gray-clad old man did not believe that his Divine Energy could not knock back the other party.
Suddenly, a Blue Dragon image appeared behind Xiao Chen. Closely following that, many dragon images circled around him.
When the Ten Thousand Dragons Picture formed, blood leaked out of the gray-clad old man's mouth as he got knocked back by Xiao Chen's palm strike.
Ten Thousand Dragons Art! It's the Ten Thousand Dragons Art!
The gray-clad old man was very knowledgeable. This was a Sovereign Emperor Cultivation Technique that had been lost to the Dragon Race for countless epochs. This Cultivation Technique was many levels higher than the one he cultivated.
"Don't you dare touch my big brother!"
When the Thunderbolt Twin Sabers saw that their big brother was injured, they ignored the saber wounds on their chests and charged at Xiao Chen at the same time, wanting to help the gray-clad old man.
"No!"
Panic flashed in the gray-clad old man's eyes as he shouted, wanting to stop all this.
Three Life Flower!
Xiao Chen placed one hand on his chest and formed a hand seal. In the next moment, saber lights spread out from his body, looking like petals blooming. It was hard to tell whether it was the beauty of the flower or the resplendent saber light.
The instant the flower bloomed, it illuminated three worlds.
The Thunderbolt Dual Sabers were like moths darting into a flame, right in front of the Three Life Flower. Thousands of saber lights pierced through them, killing them miserably on the spot, not even leaving a corpse behind.
"No …"
Before the grey-robed old man's voice faded away, his two brothers, who had been through life and death with him, had already died.
All this happened in the time it took for a spark to fly. The ten Association Chiefs in the main pavilion were all stunned.
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