"Kill!!"
Meng Quan cleaved out with his sword, as though the Milky Way had been turned upside down.
The entire world was shrouded beneath a starry sky. Two ghostlike figures flashed past each other like lightning, and every collision unleashed terrifying torrents of chaotic energy. Sword light howled through the air. At the same time, Meng Quan's hands gradually became somewhat translucent, as if endless starlight were surging within them.
At this moment, he was several times stronger than he had been that day in the Meng Family.
Rumble!
Wave after wave of sword light poured down like a torrential rain. Dense clashes rang through heaven and earth as black lotuses exploded one after another in the void, only to be swallowed clean by the void again in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out!?"
Bai Zizai gave a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with incomprehension. He had never imagined that Meng Quan had such a move up his sleeve. Moreover, the immortal elders of the Meng Family had gone mad, desperately driving the grand formation and forcibly raising Meng Quan's strength to his level at the cost of their own lives.
And most crucially—
At equal strength, he actually seemed to be no match for Meng Quan.
Logically speaking, his strength had at least been cultivated by himself. Though his realm was still somewhat unstable because he had only just broken through, under normal circumstances, no matter how unstable it was, he should still have been in far better condition than Meng Quan.
Yet the situation was completely reversed.
It was as though he were the one who had forcibly raised his strength through external aid. Then sword light flashed, seeming to split