As for the person Meng Konghua, he is over six feet tall, his hair spread out like a pitch-black cascade, his face showing no wrinkles, unable to discern his true age.

Only a pair of deep eyes that convey the sediment of time.

He wears a simple gray robe, holding a black longsword, appearing no different from a regular Jianghu swordsman.

Without further ado, he employs his lightweight skill, and with a fluttering of robes, quickly strides through the air towards the Winged Tiger.

"Roar!"

The Winged Tiger's eyes show a wary look, its Beast King's intuition sensing that Meng Konghua is not to be trifled with.

Irs bloodthirsty mouth opens wide, launching three crescent-shaped cyan light blades simultaneously, aiming to strike Meng Konghua midair.

With a 'zing' sound, Meng Konghua's treasured sword is drawn.

The silver sword tip emits a far more solid than other martial artists, almost tangible white light, extending over three feet, nearly longer than the sword itself.

"Break!"

Meng Konghua lightly lifts the sword and points forward, three strands of white sword qi detaching from the blade consecutively.

At speeds far exceeding regular crossbow arrows, they each meet the cyan light blades of the Winged Tiger.

Only 'boom, boom, boom' sounds of explosions are heard.

The cyan light blades and white sword qi collide, producing a deafening noise.

The violent explosion stirs the air, forming large waves of white energy surging in all directions, smoke and dust swirling, sand and stones flying everywhere.

"Good beast!"

Seeing this, Meng Konghua steps on the void, continuing to fly towards the Winged Tiger with the thought of engaging it in melee combat.

The Winged Tiger cowers and retreats continuously.

A large contingent of flying beasts emerges behind it, helping to fend off the formidable enemy.

"Great, Hero Meng has driven off this fierce tiger!!"

"Incredible, truly incredible!"

"True Strength Breaking Body, a realm that many martial artists dream of attaining? This is far superior to manipulating the air!"

"Lord Meng's power has reached the Transformation Realm, and he might have already surpassed the Martial Master Realm!"

The city walls are filled with thunderous cheers, joy on everyone's faces.

When Meng Konghua returns to the city wall, the Jiang City Lord rushes over anxiously, whispering, "Lord Meng, do you have the confidence to deal with this fierce tiger? I can have all martial artists fully assist you!"

The presence of the Winged Tiger is making the Jiang City Lord uneasy as if sitting on pins and needles, feeling anxious even while on the city walls.

Now that the elusive Meng Konghua has arrived, it's the perfect opportunity to eliminate this beast.

"My True Strength, in that recent strike, has already consumed twenty percent." Meng Konghua's tone is calm, but his first words leave the Jiang City Lord stunned.

"If this beast hadn't retreated just now, I could only have held on for five more moves at most."

'So you were just bluffing earlier?' The Jiang City Lord feels a chill down his back.

"City Lord, you must be ready to activate the array left by the Immortal Master at any time," Meng Konghua says calmly.

Standing beside him with his sword, he doesn't leave, which somewhat eases the Jiang City Lord's mind.

Fortunately, the Winged Tiger is extremely cautious, and there is no immediate risk of the city being breached.

Within the city, in a lowly and dilapidated single-story stone house, three figures sit closely together on small stools.

Listening to the intense sounds of battle and roars from afar, they shiver with fear.

These three figures, two adults and one child, two men and one woman.

The woman looks to be in her thirties or forties, with ordinary looks, dark and thin, her hands covered in sores.

The older man appears of a similar age, with brows raised like sword tips, hinting at a youthful frivolity, but his deep eyes show he has had his edges smoothed over.

As for the youngest child, only about nine or ten years old, sporting a high ponytail with black, glistening eyes.

"Mother, I want to go back to the village; it's too dangerous here."

"Sigh, at this time, it's the same everywhere."

"I want to find Uncle Lou. If he's here, we definitely won't be in danger."

...

On the other side, Tai City.

"Kill!"

"Roar!"

"Die!"

"Hiss... hiss..."

The battle on the city walls is unprecedentedly fierce.

Martial artists and beasts, spirits fought in close quarters, with lives constantly lost, everyone's feet standing in streamlets of gathered blood.

Lou Yi wields the black Profound Iron Axe, face steady, killing a beast with each swing, and even ordinary spirits find it hard to last more than a few moves against him.

Yet, his eyes also show a deep exhaustion.

Though his martial skills are high, regarded as Martial Master level strength, the responsibility is great.

He must not only deal with troublesome spirits but also ensure the safety of his disciples, and he hasn't rested for five days.

Ordinary martial artists have a chance to rest, like Jia Hong and Zhan Weida, who could return to rest today, but not he.

The Attribute Panel can heal injuries but can't cure deep-seated mental fatigue.

Fortunately, the gains are substantial.

Not only has his energy exceeded a thousand again, but he also acquired a new talent.

This talent comes from a lizard spirit, appearing after Lou Yi killed at least fifty to sixty giant lizards.

The talent is named [Venom].

Venom (Beginner 0/20+1 Bone Decay Grass)

Venom (Passive): Enhanced resistance to toxins

Venom (Active): Instantly increases salivary corrosiveness and toxicity for harming enemies

'What the hell?'

Lou Yi advanced this talent to beginner level, and upon seeing the description, a large question mark appeared on his forehead.

Is this meant for me to use spit to deal with enemies?

Clearly, regardless of aesthetics or coolness, the practicality is extremely low.

Lou Yi also realizes that not every talent acquired will be significantly useful.

However, during these days of killing spirits on the city wall, he has grasped the advanced axe skill, Soul Devouring, to a considerable degree.

Soul Devouring: The axe contains Devouring Power, absorbing the blood qi of enemies after killing them, temporarily stored in the body, to boost the strength of the next attack (Note: The more blood qi absorbed, the greater the pressure, with risk of body explosion)

"Soul Devouring."

As Lou Yi silently chants this advanced skill in his mind.

The surface of his black Profound Iron Axe appears to have a faint red glow, almost imperceptible.

'Thud!'

Casually, he beheads a pouncing monkey spirit.

Oddly, the moment the monkey spirit is killed, its body deflates significantly.

Simultaneously, a small stream of blood qi, like a little snake, drills into Lou Yi's chest center via the Profound Iron Axe.

'Thud thud thud!'

Another ten or so big bugs, leopards, lizards are killed in succession...

Their bodies, too, shrivel significantly, with no blood even flowing from the wound, eerily.

While in Lou Yi's chest, more than a dozen streams of blood qi converge into one mass.

This presence of foreign sensation can be distinctly felt.

The four strands of Secret Blood speed up slightly as if stimulated, becoming coarser, causing Lou Yi to frown slightly.

Of course, he's still far from reaching his endurance limit, just slightly uncomfortable.

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