This gaze swept towards Zhao Shanling. The burly man seemed to be struck by an entire mountain range, retreating continuously, even spitting out three mouthfuls of blood. The golden flying sword in front of him shattered, and his face turned pale. He suddenly turned around, desperately tearing open a spatial rift, as if trying to escape.
This gaze looked towards the cultivators of Zhao State, causing everyone to spit out blood. The spiritual energy in the bodies of the Foundation Establishment cultivators continuously diminished, and their lifespans were also depleted. A group of them turned pale.
Meng Hao was on the mountaintop, with crimson mist swirling around him, enveloping his waist. His face was also pale, and he was desperately clinging to the large rock. But when everyone looked again, the position where he stood was precisely the glabella of Patriarch Kaoshan.
"You force my Kaoshan Sect to disband, and you even want to exterminate the last remaining disciple of my sect. You are truly audacious!"
Patriarch Kaoshan's ancient voice boomed, echoing in all directions. Three streaks of crimson light also flew out directly, shooting towards Zhou Yanyun, the beautiful woman, and the burly man from the Jinhan Sect.
"I, Zhou, am a Dao Protector Elder of the Yijian Sect. If you, Patriarch Kaoshan, kill me, the Yijian Sect will surely exterminate you!"
"Patriarch Kaoshan, please calm your anger. This junior is a disciple of the Qingluo Sect. My ancestor, Ping Sandao, is an old friend of the Patriarch!"
"This junior knows his mistake. I respectfully ask the Patriarch not to be angry."
The three spoke at once when they saw the crimson light pursuing them. A cold snort came from Patriarch Kaoshan:
"You three, get out of here for this old man! Go back and ask your sect elders. Have you forgotten the blood pact of that year? This Zhao State is this old man's domain. If you dare to step into Zhao State again, don't blame this old man for killing you. As for those three disciples, you can take them. This old man doesn't need them."
Patriarch Kaoshan's thunderous voice rang out, causing the three streaks of crimson light to gradually dissipate. The three individuals turned pale. Without delay, they quickly departed, entering the starry sky.
This scene made all the cultivators of Zhao State feel a chill throughout their bodies. They all trembled incessantly. Even Nascent Soul cultivators were like this, let alone them, who were only at Core Formation. At this moment, they were truly terrified to the extreme.
The legend of Patriarch Kaoshan, passed down from a thousand years ago, gradually emerged in their minds from the ancient texts of the various sects.
The ancient yet equally powerful and wild voice emanated from the swirling mist. In an instant, it designated Meng Hao as its center, and the mist began to condense, transforming into a long spear that appeared right before his eyes.
This spear was not red, but gradually changed from white light, silver light, then to golden light. Countless complex auspicious clouds were carved on the spear's body, making it extraordinarily remarkable.
"If the Kaoshan Sect disbands, so be it. But this person is the only inner disciple of my sect. Whoever dares to touch you, Meng Hao, just use this spear to kill them all... You all, why are you not getting out of here for me!"
Patriarch Kaoshan's voice seemed to echo throughout this world, immediately causing the cultivators of Zhao State to flee without stopping. However, his voice must have actually weakened, though not too obviously. But anyone with a discerning mind, recalling it later, would surely discover this.
At this moment, the unconscious bodies of the Outer Sect disciples of the Kaoshan Sect all flew up, shooting in all directions. Streaks of blood-red light directly enveloped the entire Kaoshan Sect. In that murky expanse, outsiders could see nothing; only Meng Hao remained inside.
He Luohua and Ouyang watched this scene in astonishment. Finally, an expression of shame appeared on He Luohua's face. She bowed deeply towards the blood-red light, then her body shifted slightly, and she walked into the distance.
Ouyang remained silent, gathered all the Outer Sect disciples, then led them out of the desolate mountain. Standing afar, he looked towards the Kaoshan Sect, sighed softly, then turned and left.
He Luohua and the old man both understood that when the Old Ancestor said the Kaoshan Sect was disbanded, it meant there was no longer a Kaoshan Sect.
Inside the blood-red light, Meng Hao's expression was agitated. He looked at the three-colored spear shimmering with light. Just as he was about to reach out and grab it, the long spear suddenly exploded softly, then turned into mist, and gradually re-condensed once more, transforming into an old man in a red robe – none other than the incredibly imposing Kaoshan Old Ancestor from earlier.
"Disciple Meng Hao greets the Old Ancestor. Your prestige echoes throughout the Zhao State and spreads across the Southern Domain. When this disciple entered the sect, I always held immense reverence for you. Every day, I study the opening lines of the Condensing Qi Scroll that the Old Ancestor imparted, and every day I gain new insights, Old Ancestor…"
Meng Hao quickly cupped his fists, bowed deeply, and without a moment's thought, spoke fluently and continuously…
"Stop, stop, stop! You're still young and refuse to study, only knowing how to flatter. Let me tell you, boy, when I was your age, I spoke with much more order and sounded much more natural than you. Don't try to put on airs with me with such meager abilities…"
The Kaoshan Old Ancestor glared and spoke, but inwardly, he was quite pleased.
Meng Hao looked at the Kaoshan Old Ancestor and smiled awkwardly.
"Even if you flatter this Old Ancestor, it's useless. I… sigh, never mind. Listen carefully, this is just a wisp of my divine sense. It was hard enough to scare those three damned Nascent Soul cultivators away, and now it's about to dissipate. My main body will also fall into a year-long slumber. So, no matter what method you use, as long as one year from now, you bring all the cultivators above Foundation Establishment from the Zhao State's Cultivation World to the place where this Old Ancestor is in seclusion, I will reward you handsomely!"
As the Kaoshan Old Ancestor spoke, his form began to dissipate. His expression was anxious, and he quickly raised his hand and shot a finger towards Meng Hao.
Immediately, a stream of divine sense entered Meng Hao's mind, showing him how to open the door to the seclusion chamber.
"Boy, you are the only remaining descendant of my Kaoshan Sect. So, if you die, this Old Ancestor will also mourn with you… I… I hate it…"
The voice of the Kaoshan Old Ancestor still echoed, but his body had already dissipated, leaving no trace.
Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, then he reacted. All the changes in the outside world just now were merely the Kaoshan Old Ancestor trying to scare everyone.
"No wonder he didn't kill those three people… But, where's the spear he was supposed to give me?"
Such a large Kaoshan Sect, and now only Meng Hao stood alone in this place. He looked at the gradually dissipating red mist, then lowered his head to see the once bustling Outer Sect of Kaoshan, now just an empty expanse.
Senior Sister Xu has been taken away, and Senior Brother Chen has also gone to the Southern Domain. Even Fatty has left this place. Who knows when we will meet again.