Chapter 679: Battle!
"How can he be so strong!?!?
"A great Dao descended, making it a great Dao Spirit Severing, different from mine. But, it still doesn't make sense for him to be so terrifying!
"He hasn't even used any magical techniques or items! He's only relying on his fleshly body!!
"Dammit! Just what level is his fleshly body at? Magical items are completely ineffective, nor could it be shaken by divine abilities! What type of fleshly body is it!?" Saint Flying Immortal's fear had reached the pinnacle. In his entire life of practicing of cultivation, he had never encountered a Cultivator of the same stage who caused him to be so terrified.
"Damn you, 10th Wang Clan Patriarch, you conned me!! If I'd known this Meng Hao was so inhuman, you couldn't have said anything to convince me to join you...." He flew forward at top speed, fearful of being pursued. He even spit out some blood and burned more life force to go faster.
But it didn't matter how fast he went, he couldn't go faster than the war chariot.
Meng Hao was mounted on the war chariot, fueling it with a sliver of the Qi of Immortal Shows the Way. Thrumming, it caught up with Saint Flying Immortal in only a moment. Then it slammed violently toward him.
Saint Flying Immortal's face fell. He was incapable of evading; he only had time to wave his sword of light behind him to block. A huge boom could be heard as the sword of light shattered into pieces. Saint Flying Immortal's body then directly exploded.
His Nascent Divinity flew out, clearly in a sorry state. Meng Hao exited the war chariot and waved his hand, employing the Eighth Demon Sealing Hex. Saint Flying Immortal didn't even have a chance to move before countless invisible strands of Qi seemed to entwine his quivering Nascent Divinity.
His mind was instantly inundated with a profound sense of imminent death. His eyes bulged and he struggled violently, but he could do nothing as Meng Hao waved his hand, causing a hundred Wooden Time Swords to fly out. They circulated around Saint Flying Immortal to form a swirling Lotus Sword Formation.
A miserable shriek could be heard as Saint Flying Immortal's Nascent Divinity rapidly began to wither up. In the space of about ten breaths, it shrank, much like it would if it was being refined. Then, it withered into nothing; he was dead in body and spirit.
Meng Hao waved his hand to collect up Saint Flying Immortal's bag of holding, and then looked over the Lotus Sword Formation.
"The lotus is also like the act of refining...." he thought.
It was at this point that the crackling of thunder could be heard in the sky off in the distance. The wind whipped about, and in the blink of an eye, the sunny day turned dark. Countless pitch-black clouds surged up, forming a dense mass that looked like a gigantic face. It was none other than... the face of the 10th Wang Clan Patriarch.
The face was surrounded by crisscrossing bolts of lightning and heralded by peals of thunder; on the forehead of the face, an old man could be seen, his eyes glittering brightly.
"Meng Hao!"
The voice drowned out the thunder, like a Heavenly being's majestic roar, blasting an enormous craterous depression into the Milky Way Sea down below, which rapidly transformed into a rumbling, spinning vortex.
Meng Hao took a deep breath and looked coldly at the 10th Wang Clan Patriarch.
"Another clone," he said. His Divine Sense was much more powerful than before, and he understood a lot more about the 10th Wang Clan Patriarch now that he had fought two of his clones before. How could he not notice that this was indeed just a clone?
