Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao with cold eyes. He suddenly took a step forward, his right hand patting his storage bag.
Immediately, two streaks of light shot out from his storage bag, their precious gleam dazzling. They were a Stone Tiger and a Stone Flood Dragon.
The moment these two magic treasures appeared, a magnificent radiance flared forth.
A tiger's roar echoed, and a flood dragon's cry reverberated.
These two magic treasures then directly transformed into a white tiger several *zhang* long and a flood dragon ten *zhang* long. They circled around Wang Tengfei, making him appear incredibly imposing, with dragon and tiger as his companions, far from ordinary.
"You may not admit it, but this sword is mine. If I don't agree, don't even dream of taking it."
Wang Tengfei said darkly. Then, he raised his right hand and formed an incantation gesture. Immediately, the white tiger roared and pounced at Meng Hao, while the flood dragon bellowed, charging towards Meng Hao like a rainbow.
Meng Hao retreated, then swung his right hand. The wooden sword instantly transformed into a rainbow and shot out. At the same time, Wind Blade Art and Fire Serpent Art spread everywhere.
Explosions boomed in all directions.
Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, quickly retreating. He then looked at Wang Tengfei, who, with his handsome features, flowing hair, and snow-white robes, stepped out from the midst of the explosions. A mocking look appeared in Meng Hao's eyes.
"Absurd! You accuse me of stealing your ultimate treasure? It's clear you saw this sword was extraordinary and want to forcibly seize it during this inner sect trial!"
"Useless chatter. Today, I'll kill you to let you know that you are not qualified to take what belongs to Wang Tengfei!"
Wang Tengfei's eyes were as cold as ice. He took a step forward and swung his right hand again.
The white tiger and flood dragon roared in unison, pouncing at Meng Hao once more.
"Unique in all the world? Only one such sword exists?"
Meng Hao smiled, the mockery in his eyes growing even more intense, completely undisguised. Yet, deep within that derision was a chilling glint.
"Then let's see if this sword is truly the unique ultimate treasure you claim it to be."
As Meng Hao spoke, he simultaneously patted his storage bag. Immediately, a streak of black light shot out, circling around Meng Hao, emitting a buzzing sword hum.
This sword was precisely the second wooden sword Meng Hao had replicated!
With this sword's appearance, Meng Hao now had two identical wooden swords by his side. In that instant, they roared, sword light shooting out in all directions, radiating an incredibly majestic aura.
When he saw the second wooden sword appear, Wang Tengfei's entire body trembled. His eyes widened in disbelief, his mind utterly thundering. He felt as if a great mountain had descended upon him, severing the connection between him and his white tiger and flood dragon.
"This is impossible! This... this..."
Wang Tengfei felt his mind grow muddled. This sudden turn of events caught him completely off guard, overturning his thoughts and throwing his mind into chaos.
"This sword, is it also yours?"
A cold glint flashed in Meng Hao's eyes. He took a step forward, his aura suddenly surging, his cultivation base radiating forth.
"This sword, is it your unique sword?"
Meng Hao took another step.
As he spoke, his aura also surged.
Oppressed by that aura, Wang Tengfei involuntarily retreated two steps, his face pale, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"This sword, is it your one and only in all of heaven and earth?"
Meng Hao's eyes were like lightning. He took one more step, then stopped, concentrating all the aura around him.
At that moment, he appeared truly magnificent.
Wang Tengfei's face was pale, and he continued to retreat.
"Wang Tengfei, these swords are a pair, mother and son, they are my Meng Hao's Heaven and Earth Swords!"
Meng Hao's eyes flashed like lightning. He leaped up, forming hand seals, and immediately, the two wooden swords erupted with sky-piercing sword light, shooting straight towards the white tiger and flood dragon.
A resounding boom echoed, the white tiger shattered, and the flood dragon split apart.
The two wooden swords, imbued with Meng Hao's imposing aura, transformed into a shockwave capable of shattering all, hurtling straight towards Wang Tengfei.
Seeing it approach, Wang Tengfei suddenly looked up, pressing his right hand onto the ground.
Instantly, a burning incense stick appeared, sending up wisps of smoke that coiled and stretched straight towards Meng Hao.
This smoke transformed into shadowy figures, clashing with the two wooden swords.
In an instant, explosions reverberated throughout the square.
The incense shattered, the wooden swords retreated.
Meng Hao coughed up blood, his entire body staggering back several steps.
When he looked up, amidst the rumbling explosions, Wang Tengfei was soaring upwards, not on the platform, but in mid-air.
Beneath his feet, several wisps of smoke seemed to lift him.
He looked at Meng Hao with a complicated expression, then at the two wooden swords beside Meng Hao. At this moment, even he felt bewildered, beginning to doubt his previous judgment.
After all, according to the ancient texts he had researched, that wooden sword was truly unique in all the heavens and earth; there was absolutely no possibility of a second one appearing.
Yet, no matter how he looked, Meng Hao's wooden swords were identical to the one in his memory, as if cast from the same mold, but there were two of them.
Meng Hao looked at Wang Tengfei, who was hovering in mid-air, snorted coldly, and waved his right hand. Instantly, two ordinary flying swords shot out from his storage bag.
Then, Meng Hao took a step forward, immediately stepping onto the two flying swords, which carried him directly upwards.
This sight caused the crowd around the square to gasp in astonishment.
"Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can fly, but now both of them are flying!"
"Senior Brother Wang has a magic treasure, so he can fly for a short period. But this Meng Hao, he's not hesitating to expend his spiritual energy, borrowing the power of flying swords to ascend!"
Killing intent flashed in Wang Tengfei's eyes as he stared at Meng Hao.
At this moment, he no longer thought about the wooden swords. Regardless of whether they were that ultimate treasure or not, even if they weren't, since Wang Tengfei had seen them, he had to take them.
Killing intent surged. Wang Tengfei slapped his storage bag, and instantly, a yellow paper talisman appeared before him.
This was a talisman, with complex patterns drawn on it, emitting waves of spiritual pressure and shimmering with golden light. It looked completely different from Han Zong's talismans.
"To make me bring out this treasure, you can be proud even in the netherworld!"
Wang Tengfei stared at Meng Hao, his heart aching greatly.
This talisman was like the last magic treasure in his storage bag. After all, for those wooden swords, he had already almost expended everything.
He would not have taken out this talisman unless it was absolutely necessary.
This one only had three uses left, and with his cultivation, he could only activate it once. Its power was far from ordinary; it could kill all cultivators below the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
Coldly eyeing Meng Hao, Wang Tengfei suddenly raised his right hand and swung it forward.
At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of spiritual energy from his body, and in that instant, he felt his spiritual energy surge directly into the talisman.
But as the talisman's golden light erupted, shining ten thousand *zhang* high, its mere radiance in the sky caused Meng Hao's spirit to tremble and his entire body to ache.