Before long, Meng Zhao brought Yu Nanfeng with him, transforming into a streak of Five-Colored Rainbow Light as they arrived atop a mountain peak.
The mountain stood a hundred zhang high—not a perilous summit. Thick snow lay piled all around, cloaking everything in silver and white. Here and there, ancient trees stood stark and gnarled, their rugged majesty exposed.
Upon the level ground at the mountaintop, two figures were locked in fierce combat. One was naturally Xie Wanzhi. He wielded a long sword, its blade-light a deep azure; as it flashed, it shook down the aura of stars from the heavens, transforming it into streak after streak of star-killing swords that flew at his opponent.
The other had turned his entire body into pure yang Blood Qi. His Blood Qi was condensed and boundless, spreading across the sky like crimson jade.
His flesh had been tempered like a divine weapon or treasured artifact. His fist technique was savage, and beneath the attachment of his gang force, it seemed as though two mountains were contained within his fists. Vast power erupted as he collided with the killing swords shaken down by starlight, utterly fearless.
This was Meng Zhao's first time seeing this Former Great General of the Imperial Court. Of course, their connection went beyond this.
Back when he had brought the accumulated assets of the Meng Family's Second Branch to Lingwu City, he had happened to encounter Yu Huashen, commander of the imperial guards, who had been ordered to search for the Ziwei Treasure Body. They had met by the roadside, a brief acquaintance.
Yu Huashen was the son of the Great Grandmaster before them. Who would have thought that after that one encounter, he would now be sending Yu Huashen's aged father to the grave?
This was also Yu