Meng Family Ancestors

Crash!

The talismans layered over Hu Ma were blasted apart in an instant by the power surging from the depths of the Nine Hells, then burst into flames.

The next moment, the footprints the National Teacher had left behind to lay restrictions on Hu Ma and keep him from escaping went off like firecrackers strewn across the ground. With a crackling barrage, every last restriction was effortlessly swept away.

The immense force even warped the phantoms surrounding the National Teacher, twisting them out of shape.

Behind Hu Ma, it was as if a gate to the underworld had swung open. Within it, a hundred-zhang-tall shadow loomed indistinctly. It wore a burial shroud, and the empty sockets of its eyes held a chilling vitality that did not belong to the living.

Night surged all around them, dark clouds swept in, and beneath that colossal shadow, Hu Ma gritted his teeth, let out a roar, and reached out to seize the National Teacher by the face.

Just as the National Teacher had grabbed him by the face earlier, Hu Ma returned the favor now, insulting him to the utmost and treating him as an opponent unworthy of respect.

And Hu Ma knew he had the strength to back it up.

The National Teacher had been right that those who crossed the bridge wielded astonishing arts. Hu Ma had grasped the Yang Ming Zhou Family's art because of the nature of the Keeper of the Year. And its mother-form was a turtle tucking its head into its shell: it could endure and evade, but not attack.

But the National Teacher had been wrong about one thing. Not every sect's mother-form had to be painstakingly cultivated from beginning to end, step by step, through sheer effort and perseverance...

The Meng Family was different.

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