The old man could endure it once, and he could let it go two or three times, but by the sixth time, he was so ashamed that he became enraged and could no longer tolerate it.
This treasured artifact, the Luo Tian Net, was something he cherished above all else. When deployed, it could ensnare an opponent. The higher the user's cultivation, the stronger its trapping effect.
He had great faith in the spirit beasts on the treasured mountain and wanted to add to its preciousness, so he placed this treasured artifact here, thinking it would be safe and no one could take it. Then Meng Hao appeared, collecting countless of his treasures in one go, driving him mad. He wished he could kill Meng Hao with a single claw and reclaim those treasures.
Before he could even move, Wu Dingqiu, standing beside him, laughed loudly and waved his sleeve, blocking him. "Old Monster Song, you once said that no matter where a cultivator comes from, as long as they have the ability, they can act freely on this mountain. Aren't you still very confident in your arrangements? Old Monster Song, if you truly want to make a move against this junior, where will your reputation go? If this matter spreads, how will you face anyone?"
Old Monster Song's expression was extremely difficult to behold; he wanted to speak but couldn't. At the beginning, he had boasted too many good things about this place and affirmed them as if carved in stone. Now, he couldn't go back on his word. He took out a large handful of Condensing Spirit Pills and put them into his mouth. After a while, he exhaled a large breath, his expression softening, but his eyes grew even more somber.
He wanted to release his divine sense to investigate the iron spear in Meng Hao's hand, but Wu Dingqiu beside him laughed again, waving his hand to conjure a light screen that blocked his divine sense. "He's just a junior in the Qi Condensation realm; isn't it too shameful for you to examine him with your divine sense?" Wu Dingqiu would not easily allow Old Monster Song to do that.
Old Monster Song was not to be outdone, waving his hand to form another light screen. "The iron spear in this person's hand is no ordinary treasure. Since you won't let me investigate it with my divine sense, don't you hope to do so either."
After two hours, Meng Hao had reached the summit of the mountain. He held the iron spear, advancing straight ahead under everyone's gaze. Upon reaching the summit, he saw a large flag planted there. Below it was a bag emitting five-colored light, as if trying to absorb the spirit of anyone who looked at it, and ripples seemed to circulate around it. Meng Hao looked at the bag, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. He reached out and grabbed the bag, and immediately the flag also collapsed. Below the mountain, the disciples saw everything, and their spirits were violently shaken.