Bab 530: Pembersihan!
Sejak awal, Meng Hao telah menyimpan dasar kultivasinya dalam "First Anima", yang mengandung kekuatan tempur setara dengan satu literasi besar Jiwa Lahir. Namun, karena fondasinya yang hebat, kekuatannya justru jauh melampaui siapa pun di tahap yang sama.
Serangannya meledak dengan kekuatan pemusnahan.
Kekuatan pemusnahan berasal dari Laut Ungu dan totem darah Meng Hao. Mereka berpadu membentuk totem Bertipe Air yang mengandung kehidupan dan kematian. Di tangan Meng Hao, paduan ini mampu mengembalikan seorang jiwa ke dalam debu.
Kematian seorang Kultivator Jiwa Lahir tengah berlari sangat cepat, dalam seketika mata. Semua orang yang menyaksikan langsung terguncang secara mental. Bahkan Huyan Qing hanya berdiri di sana dengan senyuman jahatnya yang tersenambar pada wajahnya.
Tuan Wu tarik napas dalam dalam. Begitu dia merenung, ia menyadari bahwa meskipun ia bisa membunuh seorang Kultivator Jiwa Lahir tengah, tidak mungkin ia melakukannya dengan semudah Meng Hao baru saja melakukannya.
"Sekarang kita sudah menyerang, kita harus membunuhnya!" pikir Tuan Wu sambil menggigil dalam hati. Matanya bersinar dengan niat mematikan saat ia melaju menuju Meng Hao. Saat semakin dekat, tangan kanannya terangkat dalam gerakan mencakar. Sejenak, udara di sekitarnya berubah menjadi sebuah sungai kuning yang penuh dengan air ria dan pasir kuning. Terlihat seperti seekor naga kuning yang menyapu ke segala arah. Dalam seketika mata, ia berhasil melingkupi seluruh area. Mengerikan, lalu berubah menjadi formasi mantra.
Di dalam formasi mantra, pasir kuning berisik naik ke udara. Angin ribut berteriak, berubah menjadi sebuah vorton. Seperti seekor Naga Angin dan Naga Kuning yang bersilang, menjerat Meng Hao di dalam.
Pada saat yang sama, niat mematikan bersinar dari mata Tuan Wu. Tubuhnya berkelip sebagai ia memasuki formasi mantra, tangan kanannya melambangkan mantra. Sepuluh ribu daun hijau muncul secara ajaib, masing-masing mengandung kekuatan destruktif. Mereka beredar berkelompok, berkumpul dengan cepat membentuk sejumlah Pedang tajam.
Hampir pada saat yang sama ketika formasi mantra selesai terbentuk, Tuan Wu sedang melaju ke arah Meng Hao. Pada titik ini, Meng Hao tiba-tiba menghilang lagi. Saat ia muncul kembali, ia berada di samping salah seorang Kultivator Jiwa Lahir tengah lainnya. Ia mengeluarkan tangannya dengan tampak santai ke arah pria yang kaget, lalu mengetuk dahi.
BAM!
Kekuatan pemusnahan muncul kembali. Badan Kultivator Jiwa Lahir tengah yang tua itu pun meledak secara instan.
Saat ia tumbang, seekor Kultivator Jiwa Lahir lain tiba-tiba muncul di belakang Meng Hao. Di sekitar tubuhnya berputar sembilan gergaji yang berputar, mengeluarkan teriak-teriak mengerikan dan dikelilingi oleh aura hijau yang berdenyut-ngedenyut yang tampak penuh racun mematikan. Aura hijau itu menyala menyala ke arah wajah Meng Hao.
Ekspresi Meng Hao tenang saat ia mengabaikan senjata racun itu. Ia hanya mengangkat tangannya dan menunjuk.
Penyegelan Iblis, Hexa Kedelapan.
Satu jari memancarkan sihir kuat yang menyebabkan tubuh Kultivator Jiwa Lahir itu bergetar. Tiba-tiba berhenti bergerak, terjebak di udara. Setelah kehilangan koneksi dengan barang magisnya, barang-barang itu jatuh ke Laut Ungu. Tubuh pria itu mengambang di udara, tak bergerak. Wajahnya penuh kaget saat ia menyadari bahwa bahkan dasar kultivasinya telah sepenuhnya disegel.
"Ini..." Ia tidak bisa kaget dalam waktu lama, karena Meng Hao berlalu dan mengibas-ngibaskan lengan. Ombak-ombak yang mengamuk tiba-tiba muncul dari Laut Ungu di bawah, menyelimuti pria tua tersebut.
Sementara itu, Tuan Wu semakin dekat. Meng Hao berbalik, sama sekali mengabaikannya. Ia melambaikan lengan, menyebabkan cahaya darah muncul ke langit. Mengerikan, sebuah wajah merah besar tiba-tiba muncul.
Ini adalah kemampuan ilahi Immortal Darah. Pada saat ini, Meng Hao tidak memerlukan masker lagi. Hingga titik ini, masker... bisa ditinggalkan.
Kekuatan tempur dari literasi besar Jiwa Lahir berkumpul di dalam masker merah. Wajah Tuan Wu penuh kaget saat wajah itu menyerangnya dengan ledakan yang hebat. Daun-daun di sekitarnya hancur berkeping-keping, dan ia terlempar mundur, darah mengucur dari mulutnya. Sebelum ia bisa keluar dari formasi mantra pasir maka, Meng Hao muncul di belakangnya, lalu mengangkat tangan kanannya dan menunjuk.
Ledak!
Sebuah keping giok muncul di hadapan Tuan Wu. Cahayanya lembut menentang jari Meng Hao. Namun, hanya bertahan selama tiga napas sebelum runtuh.
Tuan Wu batu mendeng kurang lebih banyak darah. Namun, ia berhasil menggunakan waktu tiga napas untuk melakukan teknik melarikan diri berwarna darah kecepatan tinggi. Meskipun saat itu teknik melarikan diri berwarna darah sedang digunakan, suara sejuk dingin Meng Hao terdengar di telinganya.
"Darah?"
Hanya satu kata, namun menyebabkan gemuruh dalam tubuh Tuan Wu. Bahkan di tengah menggunakan teknik melarikan diri, ia terluka lagi. Wajahnya jatuh. Mengabaikan rasa sakit, ia dengan cepat mengambil keping giok kedua dari Kantong Penyimpanan, yang ia hancurkan dengan keras antara jari-jarinya. Sekitar pelindung lain pun tersebar untuk menghalangi serangan jari keduanya.
Suara meledak terdengar saat pelindung kedua runtuh. Tuan Wu akhirnya berhasil melarikan diri dari formasi mantra pasir. Pada saat itu, ia mengangkat kepalanya dan meraung.
Rambutnya sobek, ia melakukan gerakan mantra dua tangan, menyebabkan badai pasir mengguling-gulingkan dan menghalangi area antara dirinya dan Meng Hao.
Saat badai pasir menyentuh Meng Hao, ia tiba-tiba berhenti bergerak, tidak bisa maju. Ia menoleh dan melihat Tuan Wu di seberang, menggosokkan darah dari sudut mulutnya dan menatapnya dengan penuh tekad.
Tuan Wu terasa kaget. Baru saja, pertemuan singkatnya di dalam formasi mantra menyebabkannya menyadari betapa berani dan menakutkan Meng Hao. Jika tidak ada dua keping giok penyelamat nyawa yang diberikan oleh Patriark Huyan, ia pasti akan binasa pada saat itu.
"Bungkam formasi mantra dengan sekuat tenaga!" katanya dengan menggigit bibir. "Pria ini harus mati!"
Wajah tiga Kultivator Jiwa Lahir yang tersisa pucat. Adegan yang baru saja mereka saksikan menyebabkan mereka terguncang. Mata Huyan Qing melebar dengan tidak percaya.
Badai pasir yang penuh dengan niat mematikan menyelimuti Meng Hao. Di luar, mata Tuan Wu penuh dengan cahaya aneh. Ia menyecek mantra dengan tangan kanannya, lalu menunjuk ke depan.
"Delapan Naga Pertahanan Pengusul!"
Tiba-tiba seekor Naga Angin baru muncul di dalam formasi mantra, lalu ketiga, lalu keempat. Tiga Naga Kuning juga muncul.
Totalnya ada delapan naga yang berputar. Penampilannya membuat formasi mantra menjadi lebih mengerikan dari sebelumnya. Setiap butir pasir dalam badai dilengkapi dengan kekuatan dasar kultivasi dari Kultivator Jiwa Lahir awal. Kepadatan pasir tiba-tiba mulai berkumpul, berubah menjadi lebih dari sepuluh tokoh. Lebih banyak pasir mulai berkumpul, dan lebih banyak tokoh muncul.
Ini adalah kartu truf Tuan Wu. Dengan serius memandangi Meng Hao, ia tidak ragu untuk menggunakan kekuatan sejati dari formasi mantra tersebut.
Ini bukan benar-benar formasi, melainkan manifestasi magis dari kemampuan ilahi. Di masa lalu, ia telah mengandalkan kekuatan intensifnya untuk membunuh tiga ahli hebat yang setingkat dengannya.
Melihat bahwa Meng Hao tidak bisa melarikan diri dari dalam formasi mantra, Huyan Qing menghela napas lega. Ia berdiri di sana dalam kereta kelana, tertawa.
"Lihatlah bagaimana kamu keluar sekarang! Raja-raja pasir Tuan Wu telah dipuji bahkan oleh ayahku. Kamu mati! Tidak ada seorang pun yang berani mencempiakan diriku. Karena kamu melakukannya, karena kamu berani mengancamku, kamu akan mati!"
Meng Hao tersenyum sinis. Saat formasi mantra berputar di sekitarnya, empat dari delapan naga punya teriak yang mengerikan. Sekarang ada lebih dari dua puluh tokoh pasir yang terbentuk. Setiap tokoh memiliki dasar kultivasi Jiwa Lahir tengah. Tanpa rasa takut akan kematian, mereka langsung melaju ke arah Meng Hao. Mereka tidak memanifestasikan kemampuan ilahi, melainkan...
"LEDAK!" seru Tuan Wu. Ini adalah fungsi mematikan dari formasi mantra, yaitu autodestrusi kemampuan ilahinya!
Setiap ledakan setara dengan autodestrusi seorang Kultivator Jiwa Lahir tengah. Kekuatan dua puluh autodestrusi Jiwa Lahir tengah adalah sesuatu yang membuat seseorang dari literasi besar Jiwa Lahir gemetar.
Dengan bergantung pada kekuatan kemampuan ilahi formasi mantra ini, Tuan Wu telah mendapatkan reputasi tinggi di Suku Heavenly Pursuit. Di seluruh Tanah Hitam, ia diperkirakan sebagai salah satu ahli paling kuat di bawah sekapasitas Spirit Severing. Tidak seharusnya, Patriark Huyan tidak akan menugaskannya untuk melindungi putranya yang satu-satunya.
Saat ini, ekspresinya tenang dan hatinya bangga saat ia memandang dingin ke arah Meng Hao di dalam formasi mantra.
"Tidak peduli betapa mengerikannya dasar kultivasi kamu. Di dalam formasi delapan naga milikku, kamu hanya bisa mengutuk nasib burukmu. Tidak ada seorang pun yang lain untuk disalahkan."
Tiga orang tua lainnya di luar formasi mantra mengenakan ekspresi yang agak terkejut, bersama niat mematikan yang kejam. Mereka tersenyum dingin sambil memandang Meng Hao, yang tampaknya terjebak seperti binatang terkurung di dalam formasi mantra.
Tertawa Huyan Qing menjadi semakin keras.
Di dalam formasi mantra, Meng Hao menyaksikan lebih dari dua puluh tokoh Jiwa Lahir tengah yang mulai autodegrasi, lalu dengan tenang berkata, "Menarik. Saya tidak pernah bayangkan bahwa setelah keluar dari meditasi terisolasi, saya akan bertemu seseorang yang begitu kuat. Sepertinya kamu memiliki kualifikasi untuk membuatku masuk ke..."
"Anima Kedua!"
Ledak!
Tubuh Meng Hao langsung menjadi lebih kuat. Ia tumbuh setengah kepala lebih tinggi, dan bahu lebar. Tubuh fisiknya semakin kuat saat ia diisi dengan kekuatan tempur dua literasi besar Jiwa Lahir. Saat ia menoleh, matanya bersinar terang. Suara meletup terdengar dari dalam tubuhnya saat aurasanya naik. Instan, wajah para Kultivator di luar formasi mantra penuh kaget.
Saat itu, lebih dari dua puluh tokoh Jiwa Lahir tengah yang sedang autodegrasi meledak. Kekuatan yang dilepaskan sungguh mengerikan, namun ekspresi Meng Hao tak berubah sama sekali. Ia terus maju melalui ledakan, yang tidak menyebabkan ia gemetar sedikit pun. Penampilannya membuat Tuan Wu tercengang. Pupil matanya menciprat; ia kagum.
Sebagai tiga orang tua lainnya, mereka bahkan lebih kagum dan penuh kebingungan.
"Kamu... apa punya kekuatan kultivasi setingkat apa pun?!"!
Meskipun kejutan membuat hati keempat orang bergetar, Meng Hao meluncur ke udara. Ia terbang dengan kecepatan luar biasa ke arah Tuan Wu. Ledakan terdengar saat ia menerobos keluar dari formasi mantra. Delapan naga itu meraung dan berusaha melingkupinya, namun Meng Hao melambaikan tangannya ke arah mereka. Instan...
Delapan wajah merah yang mengerikan muncul. Begitu muncul, mereka meledak, berubah menjadi serangan yang menyapu ke segala arah.
Delapan teriak yang menyalakan darah terdengar saat naga-naga itu hancur berkeping. Badai pasir formasi mantra bergetar tiga kali, lalu runtuh menjadi serpihan. Semua orang di luar formasi mantra kagum. Meng Hao tiba-tiba menghilang, lalu muncul langsung di hadapan Tuan Wu yang kaget.
Runtuhnya formasi mantra menyebabkan Tuan Wu mengeluarkan darah. Namun, ia adalah seorang veteran dalam pertempuran jarak dekat. Tanpa ragu, ia mundur, kedua tangan mengguntingkan gerakan mantra. Instan,
Chapter 530: Slaughter!
From the very beginning, Meng Hao had kept his Cultivation base in the First Anima, which possessed the battle prowess of one great circle Nascent Soul. However, because of his incredible foundation, his battle prowess actually far exceeded anyone in the same stage as him.
His attack exploded with the power of extermination.
The exterminating power stemmed from Meng Hao’s Violet Sea and blood totems. They combined to form a powerful Water-type totem that contained both life and death. In Meng Hao’s hands, it formed an essence that could send a life back to the dust.
The mid Nascent Soul Cultivator’s death happened incredibly quickly, literally in the blink of an eye. Everyone watching was instantly shaken mentally. Even Huyan Qing just stood there with that wicked smile of his plastered on his face.
Sir Wu took a deep breath. As he thought about, he realized that although he could kill a mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivator, it wouldn’t be possible for him to do so as casually as Meng Hao just had.
“Now that we’ve attacked, we have to kill him!” thought Sir Wu, sighing inwardly. His eyes glittered with killing intent as he went on the attack, shooting toward Meng Hao. As he neared, his right hand lifted up in a clawing gesture. Instantly, the air around him transformed into a yellow river filled with roaring waters and yellow sand. It looked like a yellow dragon as it swept out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, it had enveloped the entire area. Shockingly, it then became a spell formation.
Within the spell formation, yellow sand roared up into the air. A raging wind screamed, transforming into a vortex. It was like a Wind Dragon and a Yellow Dragon, interlocked, pinning Meng Hao down inside.
At the same time, killing intent radiated out of Sir Wu’s eyes. His body flickered as he entered the spell formation, his right hand flashing an incantation gesture. Countless green leaves magically appeared, each one of which contained destructive power. They swirled around, congealing together rapidly to form one sharp sword after another.
Almost in the same moment that the spell formation finished forming, Sir Wu was closing in on Meng Hao. At this point, Meng Hao suddenly disappeared again. When he reappeared, he was next to another of the mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivators. He reached out in a seemingly leisurely fashion toward the shocked man, then tapped on his forehead.
BAM!
The power of extermination once again appeared. The old mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivator’s body instantly exploded.
As he died, another Nascent Soul Cultivator suddenly appeared behind Meng Hao. Around his body rotated nine spinning awls which send out pulsing whimpers and were surrounded by a pulsating green aura that seemed to be filled with extremely toxic poison. The green aura blasted against Meng Hao’s face.
Meng Hao’s expression was calm as he completely ignored the poison weapons. He simply raised his hand and pointed.
Demon Sealing, Eighth Hex.
The single finger cast a powerful hex which caused the late Nascent Soul Cultivator’s body to shake. He suddenly stopped moving, and was stuck there in midair. Having lost his connection to his magical items, they then fell down into the Violet Sea. The man’s body hovered in the air motionless. Shock filled his face as he realized that even his Cultivation base was completely sealed.
“This....” He couldn’t feel shocked for long, because Meng Hao passed him and flicked his sleeve. Roaring waves suddenly surged up from the Violet Sea below, completely submerging the old man.
Meanwhile, Sir Wu was closing in. Meng Hao turned, completely ignoring him. He waved his arm, causing a bloody glow to rise up into the sky. Shockingly, an enormous blood-colored face suddenly appeared.
This was the Blood Immortal divine ability. As of now, Meng Hao didn’t need to wear the mask to unleash it. As of this point, the mask... could be done without.
The battle power of the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage gathered within the blood-colored mask. Sir Wu’s face filled with shock as the face slammed into him with an enormous boom. The leaves surrounding him shattered into pieces, and he was sent tumbling backward, blood spraying from his mouth. Before he could emerge from within the sandstorm spell formation, Meng Hao teleported behind him, then lifted up his right hand and pointed.
Boom!
A jade slip appeared in front of Sir Wu. It emanated a soft glow which resisted Meng Hao’s finger. However, it only lasted for the space of three breaths before it collapsed.
Sir Wu coughed up more blood. However, he used the three breaths worth of time to employ a blood escape technique to speed away. Even as the blood escape technique was unleashed, Meng Hao’s cold voice could be heard in his ear.
“Blood?”
It was only a single word, but it caused a roaring to fill Sir Wu’s body. Even in the midst of using his magical escape technique, he was injured again. His face fell. Disregarding the pain, he quickly retrieved a second jade slip from his bag of holding which he violently crushed between his fingers. Another protective shield spread out to surround him and defend against Meng Hao’s second finger attack.
A popping sound rang out as the second shield shattered. Sir Wu was finally able to flee outside of the sandstorm spell formation. In that instant, he lifted his head up and roared. Hair disheveled, he performed a double-handed incantation gesture, causing the spell formation’s sandstorm to whip about and block the area between him and Meng Hao.
As soon as the sandstorm touched Meng Hao, he stopped moving, unable to continue forward. He looked up and saw Sir Wu on the other side, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and staring back tenaciously at him.
Sir Wu was filled with shock. Just now, their brief encounter in the spell formation caused him to realize just how valiant and fearsome Meng Hao was. If it weren’t for the two life-saving jade slips bestowed upon him by Patriarch Huyan, he would certainly have perished just now.
“Guard the spell formation with all your power,” he said through clenched teeth. “This man must die!”
The faces of the remaining three Nascent Soul Cultivators were pale. The scene they had just witnessed had left them completely shaken. Huyan Qing’s eyes were wide with disbelief.
The sandstorm was filled with shocking killing intent as it closed in around Meng Hao. On the outside, Sir Wu’s eyes filled with a strange glow. He flashed a double-handed incantation, causing the sandstorm to tighten around Meng Hao. The other three Nascent Soul Cultivators went all out with the power of their Cultivation bases to assist.
Meng Hao began to move forward. Booming sounds filled the air as the Wind Dragon and the Yellow Dragon inside of the spell formation roared and interlocked. Meng Hao’s body trembled and he was forced backwards a few paces, his eyes shining with a strange light.
“Interesting,” he said coolly. “It has some impressive sealing power.” Outside the spell formation, Sir Wu smiled coldly. He performed an incantation with his right hand and then pointed forward.
“Eight Dragons Defense Expulsion!” Suddenly, a second Wind Dragon appeared within the spell formation, then a third, then a fourth. Three more Yellow Dragons also appeared.
In total, there were eight dragons cycling about. Their appearance caused the spell formation to be even more shocking than before. Each grain of sand in the storm was equipped with the power of an early Nascent Soul stage Cultivation base. The dense masses of sand suddenly began to congeal together, rapidly transforming into more than ten figures. More sand began to congeal, and more figures appeared.
This spell formation was Sir Wu’s trump card. Considering how seriously he took Meng Hao, he didn’t hesitate to use the spell formation’s true power.
This aspect was not actually a formation, but rather, the magical manifestation of a divine ability. In the past, he had relied on its intense power to kill three powerful experts of the same level as himself.
Seeing that Meng Hao was incapable of escaping from within the spell formation, Huyan Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He stood there in the sedan chair, laughing.
“Let’s see how you charge out now! Sir Wu’s Sandstorm Noose has been praised even by my father. You’re dead! No one has ever dared to provoke me. Since you did, since you dared to threaten me, you’re going to die!”
Meng Hao smiled a cold smile. As the spell formation rotated around him, four of the dragons emitted roars of shocking power. There were now over twenty congealed sand figures as well. Each of the figures possessed a Cultivation base of the mid Nascent Soul stage. Harboring no fear of death whatsoever, they immediately charged directly toward Meng Hao. They did not unleash divine abilities, but rather....
“BURST!” howled Sir Wu. This was the deadly function of the spell formation, the self-detonation of the divine ability!
Every detonation was completely equivalent to the self-detonation of a mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivator. The power of twenty mid Nascent Soul stage self-detonations was something that would strike fear into the heart of even someone of the great circle of the Nascent Soul stage.
By relying on the power of this spell formation’s divine ability, Sir Wu had earned a high reputation in the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe. Throughout all the Black Lands, he was ranked as one of the most powerful experts under the Spirit Severing stage. Were that not the case, Patriarch Huyan would not have assigned him the job of protecting his only son.
Right now, his expression was calm and his heart proud as he looked coldly at Meng Hao within the spell formation.
“It doesn’t matter how shocking your Cultivation base is. Within my eight dragons spell formation, you can only curse your own bad fortune. There is no one else to blame.”
The other three old men outside the spell formation wore expressions of pleasant surprise, along with vicious, murderous intent. They smiled coldly as they looked at Meng Hao, who seemed to be trapped like a cornered beast within the spell formation.
Huyan Qing’s laughter became ear-splitting.
Within the spell formation, Meng Hao watched on as the twenty mid Nascent Soul figures began to self-detonate, then coolly said, “Interesting. I never imagined that after coming out of secluded meditation that I would run into someone so strong. It looks like you have the qualifications to make me enter my...
“Second Anima!”
Boom!
Meng Hao’s body instantly grew more powerful. He grew half a head taller, and his shoulders widened. His physical body grew stronger as he was filled with the battle prowess of two great circle Nascent Souls. When he looked up, his eyes shone brightly. Popping sounds could be heard coming from within his body as his aura climbed up. Instantly, the faces of the Cultivators outside of the spell formation filled with intense shock.
It was at this moment that the more than twenty mid Nascent Soul self-detonations exploded out. The power unleashed was shocking, but Meng Hao’s expression was the same as ever. He moved forward through the explosions, which didn’t even cause him to tremble in the slightest. The sight caused Sir Wu to gasp. His pupils constricted; he was stupefied.
As for the three other old men, they were even more astonished and filled with disbelief.
“Just... just what level Cultivation base does he have?!?!”
Even as shock caused the four men’s hearts to tremble, Meng Hao shot up into the air. He flew with incredible speed toward Sir Wu. A boom could be heard as he burst out from within the spell formation. The eight dragons roared and tried to encircle him, but Meng Hao waved his hand toward them. Instantly... eight enormous blood-red faces appeared. As soon as they appeared, they exploded, transforming into an attack that swept out in all directions.
Eight bloodcurdling howls could be heard as the dragons were shredded into pieces. The sandstorm spell formation shuddered three times, and then collapsed into fragments. Everyone on the outside of the spell formation was filled with shock. Meng Hao suddenly disappeared, then reappeared directly in front of shocked Sir Wu.
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