Chapter 696: Breaking the Formation
Meng Hao's fist connected. It was powered by the rage and frustration of having his Perfect Foundation stolen, as well as all the regret that he had severed away.
One fist connected, and everything exploded!
A huge boom filled the air as the statue's six arms burst into pieces, and its three heads crumbled. The entire statue exploded like a bomb!
It was impossible to describe exactly how much power was unleashed. Blood sprayed from the mouths of the 10,000 Black Sieve Sect disciples as they were sent spinning backward into the spell formation. The gale-force wind generated by Meng Hao's blow then smashed into them, shredding their bodies to pieces, killing them instantly.
Meng Hao's eyes shined with determination as he strode forward and punched a second time.
Then a third time, a fourth time and a fifth time!
Every time a blow landed, more of the surrounding lotus spell formation crumbled. With each strike, Meng Hao proceeded forward another thirty meters. By the time the ninth blow landed, he was already at the very edge of the spell formation. The final blow... was the Nine Heavens Destruction!
The lotus collapsed into fragments, and a massive boom rocked Heaven and Earth.
The sound of it filled the Hundred Thousand Mountains, roughly 10,000 of which directly collapsed into pieces. Finally, the Black Sieve Sect's mountain-protecting spell formation was broken.
In that moment, Meng Hao emerged from the spell formation and entered the black mist.
"Give me Xu Qing!" he said. His tone of voice made him sound like he was the ruler of the entire world. It was filled with an indescribable potency and madness that filled the entire Black Sieve Sect.
As his voice resonated out, the surrounding mist seethed, and narrow gaps formed. Through one such gap, Meng Hao caught a glimpse of the Ninety-Nine Mountains on the other side of the mist, and the incense burner on the First Mountain.
Sitting cross-legged inside the incense burner was a trembling figure, indistinct, but with a very familiar aura....
Xu Qing!
It was Xu Qing, who would live and die with him!
Hundreds of thousands of Black Sieve Sect disciples were refining Xu Qing!
Meng Hao's mind felt as if lightning bolts were striking it. An indescribable fury rose up inside of him, transforming into an inexhaustible desire to slaughter.
KILL! KILL! KILL!
In that moment, Meng Hao's hatred for the Black Sieve Sect reached the degree where it could never possibly be reconciled. Every single last disciple of the Black Sieve Sect HAD to die!
"Kill him!" cried the centermost of the three old men by the incense burner. The faces of all three were currently filled with shock; how could they possibly have imagined that Meng Hao would be able to break through their great lotus spell formation?
The First Severing cultivator immediately rose to his feet. He had a violent temper, and his face was grim as he flew up into the air.
"Disciples of the rear twenty peaks of the Hundred Mountains," said the old man, "follow me into the Sieve Yin Formation. We will kill this drudge!" With that, he entered the black mist. Simultaneously, 30,000 disciples flew to follow him. The weakest among them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, the strongest were Nascent Soul.
Even as they entered the mist, Meng Hao's voice, filled with unprecedented bereavement and anger, suddenly sounded out.
"Black Sieve Sect! I hereby vow that... I will eradicate your entire sect! The lands of South Heaven will have either you or me, not the both of us!"
