At this moment, in the underground palace of the Kaoshan Sect, Old Ancestor Kaoshan was in seclusion in a secret chamber. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had a look of madness. He was unwilling to accept the failure of his plan, and seeing everyone preparing to leave, he feared that from now on no one would ever come to this remote place again, which made him feel uneasy. Moreover, seeing that cultivator from the Jinhan Sect dare to attack his only remaining inner disciple, he became even more enraged, not hesitating to activate his already depleted cultivation, thus unleashing an explosion that seemed to split heaven and earth.
This explosion resonated through the heavens, creating a fierce gale that swept across everything, causing the trees on the desolate mountains surrounding the Kaoshan Sect to be suddenly uprooted. The entire area was continuously ravaged by these howling gales. Countless trees were shattered, causing the whirlwind to suddenly turn dark green. Flashes of lightning continuously erupted, making the powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom, who were standing in mid-air, turn pale with fright.
Even Zhou Yanyun of the Yijian Sect narrowed his eyes. Carrying the unconscious Chen Fan, his body instantly retreated. The great sword beneath his feet moved, causing countless sword lights to appear around him.
The middle-aged beautiful woman from the Qingluo Sect also underwent a change at this moment. Without hesitation, she patted her compass, and immediately the compass suddenly swelled, seemingly doubling in size.
As for Zhao Shanling of the Jinhan Sect, he took a deep breath, and his body also rapidly retreated. He raised his right hand to form a hand seal, and immediately a golden sword flew out, causing ten thousand rays of golden light to surround him, making him look like a heavenly general.
The three of them seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, staring intently towards the Kaoshan Sect.
At this moment, Meng Hao, who was on the mountaintop, also witnessed this transformation. The enormous explosion also made his head ache. The dark green whirlwind in the sky swirled, like heavenly might, making it difficult for Meng Hao to breathe. His eyes widened, and his body continuously retreated. His clothes were enveloped by the gale. If he hadn't grabbed a large rock nearby, his body would have been blown away by the gale. But in his eyes, a sharp glint appeared. Old Ancestor Kaoshan's words immediately reminded him of the first time he came to the Kaoshan Sect and saw the opening inscription.
He Luohua and Ouyang, the Grand Elder, also changed their expressions at this moment. This scene was too sudden, causing their minds to be greatly shaken, as if in this gale, they too had become useless.
"I will make you understand that as long as I, your Old Ancestor, am here, you cannot touch this child named Meng. He is the only remaining inner disciple who has not been taken away. If he is killed, then my hope will be gone!"
In the underground palace, Old Ancestor Kaoshan gritted his teeth and roared. He raised his right hand and forcefully slapped his forehead. His entire body trembled, and he spat out fresh blood, but he did not stop. He continued to forcefully slap himself, and fresh blood continuously gushed out.
A ruthless look appeared in his eyes. He continuously slapped his forehead seven or eight times, each time spitting out fresh blood. But those drops of fresh blood gathered together, and then shot straight towards the stone wall. A heaven-shaking explosion occurred. After expending half of his fresh blood, he finally managed to break through.
After Khào Shān Lǎo Zǔ finished this, his head fell back, and he collapsed directly, unconscious. His consciousness seemed to be feigning death, with only a trace of divine sense hidden within the blood.
At the same time, that stream of fresh blood shattered the secret chamber, directly piercing through the underground palace, spreading outwards at an extremely fast speed. In just a moment, the people in the sky above stared in shock, and the entire Khào Shān Sect suddenly erupted in pink mist. This mist swirled with earth-shattering thunder, and the pink mist expanded ceaselessly. In just an instant, it had spread over a million li, making the area look like a sea of pink mist from afar!
The mist suddenly stirred, and the sound filled the sky. This scene made the cultivators in the sky tremble incessantly, their faces all changing. Even people like Zhōu Yán Yún showed expressions of fear.
Within the pink mist, the outer sect disciples of the Khào Shān Sect were all unconscious. They were not injured, but Sect Master Hé Luò Huā and Elder Ōu Yáng were pushed out of the pink mist, their faces pale, standing in the air, staring around in shock.
The mist continued to move. In this moment, the heavens and earth seemed to be filled only with explosions, the ground like a sea, the sky changing color. Immediately after, the mist also shifted, forming a large face, gradually solidifying into shape!
This gigantic face completely terrified everyone.
It was clearly an old man, an old man filled with supreme aura, awe-inspiring without anger. He still kept his eyes tightly shut, but when his appearance manifested in the eyes of Hé Luò Huā and Ōu Yáng, they were truly shocked, for they recognized that this old man... was none other than Khào Shān Lǎo Zǔ!
"Lǎo Zǔ..."
Ōu Yáng opened his eyes wide, speaking with extreme agitation.
"Khào Shān... Lǎo Zǔ!"
"He... he's not dead yet!!!"
The cultivators from Zhào Kingdom standing in the void all cried out in alarm, their faces drained of color. They quickly retreated, their minds trembling immensely...
At this moment, on the face formed by the pink mist, Khào Shān Lǎo Zǔ's closed eyes suddenly opened, just a small slit, but it created an earth-shattering red light, causing the sky to emit an unknown number of terrifying worldly red lights.
This gaze, shining upon the high heavens, dyed the entire sky red, making everything illuminated by the red light. The dark blue vortex entered the red mist, creating a beautiful scene like Khào Shān Lǎo Zǔ's black hair being swept up by the wind!
This gaze made Zhōu Yán Yún's face turn pale. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his body continuously retreating several steps. The great sword beneath his feet shattered, and intense fear appeared in his eyes. His mind was severely impacted. He had an early Nascent Soul cultivation, but at this moment, under such a gaze, the Nascent Soul within his body felt sluggish and continuously terrified. He did not hesitate, quickly retreating. A blue instantaneous teleportation talisman was activated, covering his entire body, carrying the unconscious Chén Fán away in an instant. In his heart, there seemed to be a roar, telling him that the opponent was not a Nascent Soul, but a... Spirit Severing mighty cultivator!
This single gaze caused the compass beneath the feet of the middle-aged beautiful woman from the Qingluo Sect to creak a few times, then several holes appeared in the blink of an eye, and it subsequently exploded directly. This made the beautiful woman show a look of fear for the first time, and she also spat out a mouthful of blood. Without hesitation, she fled with the unconscious Xu Qing. In her mind, there was only one thought: she had to escape.