" Amitabha Buddha! My Dharma name is Hongri. I apologize for my blunder just now!"
Having finally managed to expel the lightning and paralysis from his body using his formidable power, the Patriarch Red Sun looked at Wang Hao, who was protected within the sword formation, with a complex expression. He sighed, " Your Major God are astonishing. I was not confident I could withstand them, which is why I resorted to this tactic. I had hoped to defeat you in one move, but I did not expect to fail to achieve my goal."
At this point, the Patriarch Red Sun stared solemnly at Wang Hao and said in a deep voice, "Benefactor, you have been struck by my palm and your combat strength is greatly diminished. You cannot leave now. Why not come with me to the Esoteric Sect Ancestral Land for quiet cultivation? I guarantee that no one can harm your life."
Upon arriving here and witnessing Wang Hao's lightning-summoning techniques and the electromagnetic cannon, he had already guessed most of the cause and effect. As a Buddhist Order who had cultivated diligently for two hundred years, he was not particularly greedy for Wang Hao's unique skills.
However, they would never allow such a unique skill to remain in the Central Plains martial arts world, otherwise it would inevitably be a disaster for the grassland people.
Therefore, even if we don't kill this boy today, we must capture him and take him back to be placed under house arrest.
"I believe you, but I don't like being held captive. I'd rather die than live like that!"
Wang Hao also looked solemn and serious. He had not sensed any killing intent from the old lama from beginning to end, which showed that the other party really had no intention of killing him.
That's why he hadn't noticed the other party's approach and was successfully ambushed.
Although he is not in good condition, he is not without the ability to fight back. At least he can still use the Sword Control Technique and the Wuji Sword Formation.
With a thought, Wang Hao drew down the knock-off Hero Sword that was floating high in the sky and held it in his hand. At the same time, he drew out the highest quality flying sword from the back of his horse and replaced the flying sword in the Wuji Sword Formation.
Previously, it was precisely because the quality of the flying swords was insufficient that the Patriarch Red Sun was able to shatter several flying swords in an instant, breaking through the Wuji Sword Formation and attacking in.
If we replace them with the highest quality flying swords, it won't be easy for the opponent to break through the Wuji Sword Formation again.
In particular, he possessed nine flying swords, second only to the counterfeit Hero Sword. Half of them were obtained from the Mount Heng Sword Sect, and the other half were spoils from the previous annihilation of those border martial arts forces.
They formed nine flying swords, hovering three zhang around him.
With the addition of the seventy-two slightly inferior flying swords on the outer perimeter, if that Patriarch Red Sun dared to attack again, he would surely die here.
It should be noted that these nine flying swords are all weapons capable of withstanding an impact of 270,000 jin without damage, and the seventy-two flying swords can also unleash their full power several times.
No one could withstand the continuous attack of eighty-one flying swords capable of unleashing an impact force of 270,000 jin, not even a veteran expert at the Innate Realm.
Not to mention that the Patriarch Red Sun had just had one of his arms shattered by her, and his body was also ravaged by the residual force of the lightning, leaving him with less than 50% of his fighting strength.
However, he is currently severely injured and unable to use his lightness skill, limiting his movement speed. Unless the Patriarch Red Sun himself rushes in, he really can't capture that old monk.
"It seems you are much stronger than I expected!"
Seeing that Wang Hao was still able to maintain that strange sword formation, the Patriarch Red Sun's snow-white eyebrows trembled, and he was very surprised.
He was well aware of the power of his palm strike; even a Innate Realm expert of the same level would be severely injured, losing the ability to resist, if struck by it.
However, the junior in front of him was only at the Grandmaster level. Not only did he withstand the attack, but he also suppressed the eruption of his Great Sun True Qi and still possessed extremely strong combat power.
At least that sword formation gave him a deadly sense of threat, much stronger than the previous sword formations.
If we really go in, the odds are probably against us.
This put the Patriarch Red Sun in a very difficult position.
"Old monk, you're from the grasslands too, aren't you? Seeing me slaughter your million-strong army, don't you feel any killing intent towards me at all?"
Seeing that a fight was unlikely for the time being, Wang Hao was in the mood to chat with the old monk, and he was also very curious about the old monk's thoughts.
After all, he had killed quite a few nomadic tribes from the grasslands this time, so the other side should have some killing intent upon seeing this.
But now, there's not even a hint of anger, let alone any killing intent.
That's a bit strange!
" Amitabha Buddha! If you, benefactor, were to kill my innocent people on the grasslands, I would certainly harbor murderous intent towards you and annihilate you with swift and decisive action. However, they were all warriors, and this is Huaxia Nation. For warriors to die on foreign battlefields is only Cause and Effect, not resentment. Moreover, I have seen far too many such killings in the past two hundred years!"
After chanting a Buddhist prayer, the Patriarch Red Sun remained calm and composed, clearly not caring about such things. However, when he spoke the last sentence, his tone was filled with emotion.
"I apologize; it was I who underestimated you, Grandmaster!"
Wang Hao was filled with respect and solemnly apologized to the other party.
Although his opponent had just ambushed him and severely injured him, it was only because of their different positions, not because of any enmity.
Moreover, the other party's Buddhist spiritual cultivation is truly profound, far surpassing that of High Person Linghui; he is a genuine enlightened monk.
This kind of person is worthy of respect!
At the same time, Wang Hao suddenly remembered that the grassland tribes were different from the Huaxia. On the grasslands, they lived in tribes, and the tribes often fought and annexed each other, with battles and killings being commonplace.
Having witnessed countless battles and carnage, the Patriarch Red Sun naturally became indifferent to them.
Moreover, compared to the horrific massacres committed by the Great Yuan Empire hundreds of years ago when it rose to power, Wang Hao's slaughter of a million-strong army was nothing.
In that era, the number of people who died directly or indirectly at the hands of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands was in the hundreds of millions. That was true bloodthirstiness, and an unprecedented catastrophe in the Human History.
"Ancestor!"
As Wang Hao was talking with the Patriarch Red Sun, a group of richly dressed grassland nobles strode over, led by none other than Khan Wantu, who was leading his army south this time.
However, at this moment, Khan Wantu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at Wang Hao with intense hatred and resentment.
After all, their losses this time were too great. Nearly a million soldiers were wiped out, leaving less than 100,000 soldiers. If they returned like this, he might not even be able to hold onto his position as Khan.
Having sacrificed so much yet still failing to subdue it, how could he not feel resentment?
"Benefactor Wan Tu, this old monk is not very confident that he can capture that benefactor. You should make plans as soon as possible!"
The Patriarch Red Sun didn't mince words and directly stated his views. He wouldn't joke about such matters, nor would he arrogantly make any guarantees.
If you're not sure, you're not sure. Even if you make boastful claims, you still aren't sure.
"Ancestor, I have already sent people to investigate. This person comes from overseas, and the martial arts he uses are not from the Central Plains martial arts world. Moreover, people from the Central Plains martial arts world are also eyeing him."
After giving Wang Hao a fierce glare, Khan Wantu said hatefully, "I beg you, Ancestor, to use all your strength to capture that Han slave. If that's not possible, then kill him. In short, we must not let the Han slaves in the Central Plains obtain those ultimate techniques and supernatural powers!"
He had come to terms with it, knowing that capturing Wang Hao alive was impossible, so he decided to kill him instead.
Even if they couldn't obtain that earth-shattering martial art, they absolutely couldn't let others get it, especially those from the Central Plains martial arts world, otherwise it would surely be a disaster for the grassland people.
Faced with such a noble cause, the Patriarch Red Sun remained silent for a long time, finally sighing and saying, "This old monk will do his best!"
Looking up at Wang Hao, who was protected within the Wuji Sword Formation, the Patriarch Red Sun said in a deep voice, "Benefactor, this old monk is about to use all his strength!"
" Grandmaster, please feel free to make your move; I'll take it all!"
With a hearty laugh, Wang Hao, supported by Dingzhen, climbed onto the back of the female white wolf, Big White, who was lying down.
His movements are currently immobile, so for the time being he can only rely on this Big White to compensate for his speed.
This Big White creature was quite large, standing 15 feet tall at the shoulder, not much shorter than Wangcai. Not only was it incredibly strong, but its speed was also astonishing, comparable to that of Grandmaster- level expert.
Although it can't compare to his prime, nor to Half-step Innate or even Innate Realm expert, it's still better than nothing.
Moreover, he still needed to continue annihilating the remaining steppe army, especially the remaining elite cavalry.
He had already learned from Abbess Qingmiao that these were the main forces that carried out the massacres in several important border cities, and these were the people whose hands were stained with the most civilian blood.
Therefore, these people must not be let off!
As for the Patriarch Red Sun, he wasn't too worried. As long as the opponent dared to enter the Wuji Sword Formation, he was confident he could kill him here.
Before Wang Hao could even make a move, dozens of people approached from the other side. They were the Half-step Innate experts who had previously taken his flying sword.
" Grandmaster, you have witnessed this boy's astonishing combat power. If he doesn't die, not only will you grassland people not be at ease, but we will also not be at ease. Why don't we join forces and kill him here?"
The burly old man at the head of the group stepped forward with a smile and revealed his purpose.
After the appearance of the Patriarch Red Sun, they no longer held much hope of obtaining Wang Hao's ultimate techniques. Compared to their previous greed, they were now more wary and even fearful.
The tragic fate of those forces in the border martial arts world who colluded with the nomadic tribes of the grasslands made them fully aware of this young man's ruthlessness. If they could not eliminate him this time, he would surely be a disaster for them and the forces behind him once he recovered.
Therefore, whether for their own lives or for the sake of their descendants' power, they had to take action.
Of course, if they had the chance to further injure that kid, rendering him completely unable to fight, they wouldn't mind capturing him and taking him away to slowly extract his secret techniques from him.
"I agree to this, but don't try anything funny. Although my grassland warriors' arrows can't pierce the Han slaves' flying sword defenses, I'm confident I can riddle you with holes."
Before the Patriarch Red Sun could speak, Khan Wantu agreed to cooperate, but also issued a sinister warning.
Leaving aside the remaining tens of thousands of escort cavalry, his elite cavalry did not use ordinary bows and arrows, but rather powerful crossbows secretly purchased from the Da Ming, capable of piercing three layers of fine iron armor.
Although these Half-step Innate experts from the Central Plains martial arts world were very strong, they still couldn't withstand the powerful arrows fired by tens of thousands of people at once.
These people are after that person's secret techniques, and they might try some underhanded tricks. If that allows the kid to escape, it would be disastrous. Therefore, he must deter and warn them on this point.
" Khan Wantu, please rest assured! We are even more eager for that brat to die than you are!"
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, but the burly old man still responded with a smile.
Although they were furious at the threat posed by Khan Wantu, they had anticipated this situation when they arrived, so they were somewhat prepared.
Moreover, more than this humiliation, they wanted to get rid of Wang Hao, this scourge.
However, they were also cursing inwardly, wondering which fool had actually sold such a forbidden resource as the crossbow to the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, putting them in such a passive position now.
Ordinary bows and arrows would be fine; with their skill, they could easily block them. But crossbows were a different story, especially since the enemy had tens of thousands of them. Even Xiantian Grandmaster would have to temporarily retreat.