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That's so boring.
Before she finished speaking, she had already appeared behind Wang Meng like a ghost.
Li Canghai did not pause for a moment; her seemingly slender and delicate body seemed to contain the power of a volcano.
She extended a finger as clear as jade and lightly touched the red-hot cliff made of hard rock in front of her.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
There were no earth-shattering noises or dazzling light effects.
Wang Meng only saw that the space in front of Li Canghai's fingertips seemed to distort slightly, like the surface of a calm lake where a stone had been thrown in.
Immediately, an invisible yet extremely pure power, seemingly capable of tearing everything apart, burst forth from her fingertips.
That massive rock wall, hard enough to withstand the pounding of a heavy hammer, was like a piece of red-hot butter in the face of that force.
A large, round hole, more than two zhang in diameter and with smooth, mirror-like edges, appeared silently on the cliff.
The rocks, broken down into their most basic dust by internal force, were pushed aside by a gentle force without stirring up a single speck of dust.
A completely new, bottomless passage leading to the depths of the earth was thus violently and irrationally opened up.
Wang Meng's pupils contracted slightly.
He knew Li Canghai was very strong, but this kind of control over power to such a subtle and exquisite level had completely exceeded the scope of martial arts. It was more like a technique possessed only by gods and demons in legends.
After doing all this, Li Canghai was neither red-faced nor out of breath, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
She turned to Wang Meng and smiled sweetly, a smile that appeared both holy and eerie in the firelight: "Let's go, 'True Essence Treasury,' we should go down and see what those rats hiding in their holes are looking at now."
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flickered and she floated into the dark cave as lightly as a willow catkin.
Wang Meng snorted coldly and followed suit.
The two disappeared into the deep darkness one after the other, leaving behind only the burning world and an empty boat gently swaying by the boiling lake.
Meanwhile, deep underground in a vast space, Murong Long had just completed his pre-battle mobilization speech, which was full of fervor and ruthless brutality.
He had completely ignited the emotions of hundreds of heavily armored assassins, their eyes bloodshot and their fighting spirit soaring.
They gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for the patriarch's command to surge out of the hidden passages and tear any daring enemies to shreds.
Standing at the back of the crowd, Wang Yuyan looked at the steel army before her and felt the murderous aura that could shake mountains. Her heart, filled with the flames of revenge, burned to its peak.
She could even imagine the shock and despair that Wang Meng's hateful face would feel when he saw this army.
However, at that moment, a muffled yet incredibly clear sound, as if something had been pierced, came from the direction of the farthest wall in the hall.
Everyone froze in their tracks.
They looked in the direction from which the sound came, puzzled.
Before they could even see what was happening, that final line of defense, made of molten iron, three zhang thick, which they thought was indestructible, was gone.
Suddenly, without any warning, as if a giant had pierced a window with his finger, a huge circular gap burst open!
The blinding firelight and scorching heat rushed in through the gap, stinging the eyes of the assassins who had adapted to the cold underground environment.
Then, under the horrified and incredulous gazes of all the Murong clan members, as if they had seen a ghost, two figures walked in one after the other through the violently carved-out hole.
Walking in front was a woman, who looked like Wang Yuyan, but was even more beautiful than an ordinary person.
She was dressed in a simple white dress, yet she seemed to absorb all the firelight around her into her body, radiating a sacred and awe-inspiring brilliance.
She surveyed the hundreds of heavily armored assassins before her, looking at the rows of weapons racks gleaming with a cold light. Instead of fear, she wore a smile of interest, as if she were touring her own garden.
The man following behind her made Wang Yuyan's breath catch in her throat!
It's him!
Wang Meng!
Why is he here?
How could he have gotten in from here?
Wang Yuyan's mind went blank. Her newly ignited flames of revenge were as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water from the Netherworld, leaving her completely chilled.
Wang Meng didn't follow the script she and Murong Long had planned at all. He didn't even give them a chance to go to the ground and step on the trap. Instead, he used a method that she couldn't understand at all to break through the Murong family's most prized tortoise shell and directly entered their heart!
Not only her, but the entire underground hall fell into an eerie, deathly silence at that moment.
Everyone was stunned by this surreal scene.
They looked at the man and woman who seemed to have descended from the heavens.
Looking again at the terrifying, mirror-like gap in the wall, a feeling called "fear" finally overwhelmed their previous fervent fighting spirit and began to grow and spread wildly in their hearts.
At this moment, Murong Long's withered old face completely lost its color.
He stared intently at the woman in white, and when he saw her face clearly, his dead eyes erupted for the first time with an extreme horror and fear that almost burned his entire soul!
His lips trembled as if he had seen something a hundred times more terrifying than hellish demons, and his voice changed: "You...you are...Li...Qiushui?"
No! You...you are...
Li Canghai ignored his lapse in composure. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, gently swept over the heavily armored assassins before her, who appeared to be facing a formidable enemy, as if she were admiring a group of amusing toys.
She extended a slender, jade-like finger and casually pointed to the row of assassins closest to her, a dozen or so burly men clad in "Broken Army Armor" forged from refined steel.
Then, he pointed at Murong Long!
"Killing them all will take some effort."
She spoke softly, as if talking to herself.
Then, she turned to Wang Meng and gave him a charming smile: "So, we have to eat first, and then we can eat our fill!"
Chapter 51: Wang Yuyan = Lunchbox = Female Dog = ?
"All Yan Guards!"
Hear my command!
Deng Baichuan's voice revived the somewhat tense atmosphere.
"Tiger Guards in front, shields raised!"
Form the 'Mysterious Armor Turtle Formation'
Threes in a group, providing cover for each other, and push forward!
Hold on to that vixen!
"Spread out on both flanks, wielding long spears, move and press! Seek every opportunity to cut off her retreat and restrict her movement!"
He also took a long spear.
In this battle, there is no turning back!
There is no hope of survival!
"For the Great Yan!"
"kill!"
With his earth-shattering roar, the hundreds of assassins in the underground space seemed to be instantly infused with new, cold souls!
"Roar!"
They all let out a suppressed, beast-like roar from deep in their throats!
Li Canghai slowly raised his right hand, a fair and delicate hand that looked as if it would break if squeezed.
Then, gently press down.
"boom!"
A terrifying, transparent, wave-like shockwave, visible to the naked eye, suddenly erupted from her in a perfect fan shape!
That force was invisible and intangible, yet as heavy as Mount Tai!
The dozen or so assassins in the front row, clad in full armor, didn't even have time to scream before their thick armor, which was supposed to withstand sword and axe blows, crumbled, twisted, and shattered as if made of paper!
Their bodies, along with their armor, were crushed into indistinct puddles of steel and flesh by that irresistible force!
With a single strike, more than ten battle-hardened elites, along with their fine armor, were instantly reduced to dust!
The entire underground hall immediately fell silent once again.
All that remained was the dull echo of that force striking the distant wall.
Wang Yuyan's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
As she stared at the dozen or so pools of flesh, so mangled they were barely recognizable as human remains, a surge of cold urine became uncontrollable, flowing down her inner thighs and instantly soaking her white silk skirt.
It's over,
It's all over.
At this moment, Murong Long looked at Li Canghai as if he were looking at a devil!
A hoarse voice screamed, "The Carefree Sect!"
It's the "Eternal Youth and Longevity Skill" from the Xiaoyao Sect!
who are you?
What is your relationship with Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui?
Li Canghai seemed to have finally developed a slight interest in him. She tilted her head and looked at this blustering old man with a childlike, innocent smile on her face.
"Oh?
You know quite a lot.
"me……"
She drew out her words and then uttered a name that utterly terrified Murong Long.
"I am their junior sister, Li Canghai."
"As for the two of them..."
A smile, both tender and cruel, played on Li Canghai's lips as he reminisced about the past. The smile was so beautiful that it made the world pale in comparison, but the words he spoke plunged Murong Long into an icy abyss.