Self-Destruction?

Xiao Yu saw that Hao Meng was still naked and understood the need for a quick battle. If he dragged this out until their encirclement took shape, getting away would become difficult.

With that thought, Xiao Yu took out his Thousand-Flames Spear and charged at Hao Meng.

"Xuan Tier Dou Skill, Sand Shield!"

Watching Xiao Yu rush toward him, Hao Meng roared and immediately used his defensive Dou Skill.

Sand Shield had helped Hao Meng survive countless dangers and saved his life many times. He was extremely confident in this Dou Skill.

Yellow Dou Qi formed a human-sized sand shield before him. With the shield protecting him, Hao Meng found his courage again and said to Xiao Yu, "Kid, I didn't expect you to dare charge into my camp. Today, even the heavens themselves won't be able to save you."

After saying that, he let out two savage laughs.

He believed Xiao Yu was only a six-star Dou Zhe. As a dignified eight-star Dou Zhe, he had merely been caught off guard by Xiao Yu's sneak attack earlier. Once he got serious, dealing with Xiao Yu would be effortless.

Besides, he had so many subordinates outside. Even if he couldn't defeat Xiao Yu himself, once they surrounded him, Xiao Yu would still be a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Thinking this, Hao Meng watched Xiao Yu charge over with a mocking look. He could already imagine Xiao Yu kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

He swore that he would torture Xiao Yu thoroughly before he was satisfied. He would never let him die so easily.

Under his taunting gaze, Xiao Yu thrust his spear into the shield Hao Meng was so proud of.

Yet the shield Hao Meng thought indestructible began cracking the instant it came into contact with Xiao Yu's Thousand-Flames Spear.

"Impossible!!"

Hao Meng's mocking gaze gradually turned to terror, and even his shriek came out sharp and distorted.

That Xuan Tier Dou Skill had blocked so many dangers for him. Xiao Yu couldn't possibly shatter his shield in a single blow. Even if his strength was one level higher than the intelligence had indicated, he should only be a seven-star Dou Zhe.

His eight-star Dou Zhe skill had been utterly worthless before Xiao Yu.

Then there was only one possibility: the spear in Xiao Yu's hand was a secret treasure.

As Hao Meng thought of how Xiao Yu had effortlessly shattered his shield with nothing more than that spear, greed gradually filled his eyes.

If I could get that spear...

Hao Meng stared coldly at Xiao Yu and said, "You dare fight someone above your level? Is this spear your source of confidence?"

With a mocking tone, as though bestowing charity, he said to Xiao Yu, "Kid, hand that spear over to me, and I'll let bygones be bygones. I can even recommend you to join the Wolf Head Mercenary Group. What do you say?"

Seeing that Xiao Yu still hadn't said a word, Hao Meng snarled, "Kid, don't be ungrateful. I'm an eight-star Dou Zhe, and I have so many men outside. You can't win against me."

In response, Xiao Yu's spear strikes only grew faster. The spear tip even grazed Hao Meng's cheeks several times, leaving several deep bloody gashes across his face.

As Xiao Yu's attacks became increasingly vicious, Hao Meng gradually grew afraid.

After years of indulgence and debauchery, he no longer possessed the fighting spirit of his youth. His position as the Third Commander had only been earned through the military achievements he had accumulated in his younger days.

Normally, with his status as the Third Commander, who in Green Mountain would dare provoke him? Even if someone did, with his strength as an eight-star Dou Zhe, as long as they weren't a Dou Shi, they would give the Wolf Head Mercenary Group some face and make peace with him.

But he hadn't expected to run into such a tough opponent this time. Though Xiao Yu was only a seven-star Dou Zhe, he had abundant combat experience. More importantly, the spear in Xiao Yu's hand could pierce anything. Hao Meng feared that he might truly die here.

So he hoped Xiao Yu would stop. He was even willing to let Xiao Yu leave and order his subordinates not to interfere.

But damn it, Xiao Yu didn't say a single word.

He simply gave Hao Meng no chance to communicate.

Hao Meng took his weapon from his Storage Ring, a large saber. Yet after only a few exchanges with Xiao Yu, the blade was already covered in nicks of various sizes, the largest of them as big as grains of rice.

Looking at Xiao Yu's cold face, he knew Xiao Yu's goal was to kill him.

With no other choice, Hao Meng could only fight desperately.

"Xuan Tier Dou Skill, Sand River!"

With a loud shout, Hao Meng unleashed a Xuan Tier Dou Skill. Xiao Yu immediately sensed the air around him becoming thick and viscous, and even the spear he thrust out slowed slightly.

Then he heard Hao Meng say, "This is a Xuan Tier Dou Skill. It can turn everything within thirty feet around me into a sea of sand and reduce your speed."

"Kid, if you retreat now, I'll let bygones be bygones. How about it?"

Xiao Yu looked at Hao Meng, who now resembled a startled bird, grinned, and used the Startling Dragon Step. His previously sluggish body shot toward Hao Meng once again.

Watching Xiao Yu suddenly accelerate, despair rose in Hao Meng's heart. He cried out, "Kid, if you want me dead, I won't let you off easily either!"

As he spoke, the Dou Qi in Hao Meng's body began flowing backward through his meridians, and his body rapidly swelled at a visible rate.

Self-destruction!

Hao Meng actually intended to use self-destruction to perish together with Xiao Yu.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yu gave him no such chance. Without Hao Meng's Dou Qi sustaining it, the Sand River's restraint vanished. Empowered by the Startling Dragon Step, Xiao Yu effortlessly nailed Hao Meng to the ground. The spear pierced through Hao Meng's chest, and his body was covered in blood and wounds.

Hao Meng looked at Xiao Yu with eyes full of resentment. He hated Xiao Yu for assassinating him.

He hated Xiao Yu's attitude even more. From beginning to end, Xiao Yu hadn't said a word, letting him mock, ridicule, and try to recruit him like a clown. It left Hao Meng utterly stifled.

He hated those useless mercenaries outside even more, hated that they still hadn't arrived to support him after he had been attacked for so long.

No matter how much he hated it, Hao Meng ultimately died with resentment and frustration.

Looking at Hao Meng's corpse, Xiao Yu let out a soft breath. He hadn't stayed silent to act cool; this was his first assassination, and honestly, he had been a little nervous. He also understood that villains died from talking too much, so he had tried to end the battle as quickly as possible.

Although he hadn't killed Hao Meng in one strike, fortunately, he had still managed to kill him.

Xiao Yu waved his spear and wrote several large characters beside the corpse.

Then he fought his way out. Without their leader, those mercenaries naturally wouldn't risk their lives to stop Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu left the place with ease, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

At the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's camp.

The camp had now been completely surrounded by members of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, while the mercenaries from before had all gathered together.

Beside Hao Meng's corpse, two middle-aged men stared at it with grim expressions.

And at the glaring words beside the corpse.

"Want to play? I'll keep you company to the end!"

Mu Li said to the middle-aged man before him, "Father, this must be the kid who took the secret treasure."

As he spoke, perhaps recalling how he had led men to ambush Xiao Yu only for Xiao Yu to escape from his grasp, he clenched his fists again.

The two men before him were none other than the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's two commanders, Mu She and Gan Mu. They were both shocked and furious over the death of the Third Commander.

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