"– To force me back a single step, you may well be proud!"
Wang Tengfei uttered his first words since the battle began. As he retreated, he slapped his left hand against his storage pouch, and immediately, a statue shimmering with starlight appeared – an incredibly lifelike horse.
A neigh pierced the sky. This spirit steed, as if truly alive, broke free from Wang Tengfei's hand and charged towards Meng Hao's grand formation of seventy flying swords. In an instant, it plunged deep into the formation, clashing relentlessly and causing an incessant roar of explosions.
The great sword's blade began to crumble, layer by layer, dissolving away. The spirit steed seemed indestructible. In just a short while, Meng Hao's great sword was significantly damaged, and countless other swords were sent flying, scattering in all directions, until the great sword was reduced to nothing but its hilt.
This scene stirred the hearts of the spectators, leaving their minds blank, for the sight before them was utterly shocking.
But in that instant, just as the great sword was reduced to a mere hilt, a wooden sword immediately shot forth from within it, striking directly at the spirit steed.
When the two clashed, an explosion even more powerful than all the preceding ones erupted, its sound seemingly endless and unceasing.
This wooden sword was the only thing Meng Hao truly controlled. He had used everything else to conceal this single, unexpected wooden sword!
This sword originally belonged to Wang Tengfei, but today it was in Meng Hao's hands. To Wang Tengfei, it was a supreme treasure, but to Meng Hao, it was merely a replica he had created using two thousand spirit stones, and he didn't feel it was particularly powerful. Nevertheless, it was the strongest sword he possessed, and he absolutely had to use it.
The explosions continued relentlessly, and the spirit steed trembled violently. Upon contact with the wooden sword, tiny cracks appeared on its body, as if nothing could stop them, and it ultimately exploded into dust.
Wang Tengfei's expression changed. The wooden sword, carrying immense momentum, flew towards him. He instinctively raised his right hand and struck out with a palm strike filled with his cultivation.
All other swords were scattered by the blow, but the wooden sword penetrated three more inches, carrying fresh blood as it stabbed directly into Wang Tengfei's right index finger.
Immediately, his finger was shattered, and the wooden sword then flew back to Meng Hao's side.
"– The finger that shamed me that day, today it is crippled!"
Meng Hao, suffering from the backlash, spat out another mouthful of blood, but still forcefully raised his head, his mouth stained with fresh blood, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Wang Tengfei looked down, having been forced back several steps himself, feeling an incessant throbbing pain in his finger.
Disbelief filled his eyes as he stared at the wooden sword by Meng Hao's side. As his opponent's words echoed in his ears, a surge of furious aura suddenly erupted from him.
He recognized this sword!
It seemed that the moment his finger was pierced, all the cultivators in the plaza froze, their expressions changing to one of disbelief. Whispers once again rose incessantly.
"– Meng Hao actually managed to shatter Senior Brother Wang's finger, this is impossible!"
"– Senior Brother Wang is injured, he is a Son of Heaven's Chosen, yet his finger was shattered, this Meng Hao..."
—His flying swords were truly terrifying, especially the great sword formed by seventy flying swords. Its power was truly awe-inspiring!
Simultaneously, Shangguan Tu also drew a sharp breath. This scene made him feel incredulous. Not only him, but Grand Elder Ouyang also stood up, his gaze, as he looked at Meng Hao's tenacity, filled with deep admiration and anticipation.
Even the East Peak Sect Master, He Luohua, at this moment, his eyes also lit up as he looked towards this place.
The incessant chatter condensed and gradually poured into Wang Tengfei's ears, but at this moment, he still feigned ignorance, as if he heard nothing. Only anger flared in his eyes as he stared intently at the wooden sword Meng Hao was holding.
—So it was you!
Wang Tengfei ignored his finger that was spurting fresh blood. In his entire life, he had only been truly angry once before: that day, when the item he had prepared for many years at the cave entrance was taken by someone else. His heart had filled with immense resentment and madness, and he had felt a bone-deep hatred for that person.
This was the regret of his entire life. At that very moment, the mournful cries seemed to echo in Wang Tengfei's ears. Every time he woke up repeatedly in the middle of the night, his heart would ache incessantly. That feeling of preparing something only for someone else to benefit from it, whenever Wang Tengfei recalled that incident, he would go mad.
Today was the second most angry day of his life, for he recognized that sword—something he considered his own, even believing it would accompany him on his travels across the heavens and earth. Now, this supreme treasure of heaven and earth was in Meng Hao's hands.
—So it was you!
At this moment, Wang Tengfei unleashed a killing intent never before seen from him. His desire to kill Meng Hao had reached its peak. This kind of killing intent was completely different from his usual gentle demeanor, causing all the cultivators present to stop their chatter.
—You stole my supreme treasure!
Wang Tengfei stared fixedly at the wooden sword in Meng Hao's hand, killing intent surging in his eyes. He had an intense urge to tear Meng Hao's body into ten thousand pieces. At this moment, he laughed loudly, his laughter echoing all around, but it carried a chilling coldness.
—Meng doesn't know what Senior Brother Wang means. This sword is yours? You haven't mistaken it, have you?
Meng Hao wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, taking the opportunity to swallow a large quantity of demon cores, and spoke calmly.
—I have searched for this sword for many years! This sword is the unique Heaven and Earth Spirit Severing Sword; there is only one in the world! It even has naturally formed golden threads inlaid on it. How could I possibly be mistaken?
Wang Tengfei threw his head back and laughed loudly, only that laughter was sinisterly cold, so cold that the surrounding temperature suddenly became even more frigid.
Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao with icy eyes. He suddenly took a step forward, his right hand patting his storage bag.
Immediately, two rays of light flew out from his storage bag, their precious colors sparkling. They were a Stone Tiger and a Stone Flood Dragon.
As soon as these two magic treasures appeared, dazzling light instantly flashed.
A tiger's roar echoed, and a flood dragon's cry spread.
These two magic treasures, however, directly transformed into a several-zhang-long white tiger and a ten-zhang-long flood dragon. They circled around Wang Tengfei, making him appear incredibly imposing, with a dragon and tiger as companions.