Meng She was about to be reduced to ashes beneath that blade.
At that critical instant, with his life hanging by a thread—
Boom!
The void before Meng She split open without warning.
A ghastly white skeletal hand wreathed in sinister deathly energy reached out of nothingness.
The skeletal hand grabbed straight at the blade.
Bang!
The blade struck the skeletal hand.
It could descend no farther.
Meng She seized the opportunity and hurtled backward.
Only after retreating to what he considered a safe distance—
Did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
His eyes were filled with the relief of having escaped death.
He stared fixedly at Zhao Wujiu.
In a voice dripping with venom, he said, "Zhao Wujiu, I will remember this debt!"
After unleashing Eight Desolations Annihilation, that mid-grade earth-tier martial technique, Zhao Wujiu had clearly expended an enormous amount of energy.
His face was somewhat pale.
Hearing Meng She's words—
Zhao Wujiu sneered dismissively. "A defeated dog dares to bark so wildly before me? Ridiculous!"
Those words made Meng She's face alternate between green and white.
He was about to retort.
A hoarse, chilling rebuke suddenly rang out from the void.
"Enough, Meng She. Haven't you made enough of a spectacle of yourself?"
As the words fell—
An old man emerged from the void, holding a bone staff. He had a rugged face and deeply sunken eyes, wore animal skins, and was covered in bizarre totem tattoos.
With his appearance—
A pressure far surpassing the early-stage Divine Mansion Realm—
Crashed down upon the world.
Wu Gu, Fourth Priest of the Southern Wasteland Ancient Kingdom.
Hearing Wu Gu's rebuke—
Meng She's expression turned so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
He shot Wu Gu a vicious glare.
Furious, he said, "Wu Gu, you're a junior