“You dare to speak to me?” she said. She slowly reached out and flicked her finger.
The flicking finger slammed into Patriarch Huyan’s face, causing his head to instantly explode. The force of the explosion rippled out, destroying his body and shattering his Nascent Divinity. The shockwave created by his death caused ripples to spread out in all directions. Many nearby beasts were instantly destroyed by the intense power. Meng Hao, however, seemed to be strangely shielded.
In the blink of an eye, this Spirit Severing Patriarch, someone who could inspire fear into the hearts of everyone watching, was destroyed in body and soul.
The observing streams of Divine Sense were completely shocked.
“That aura… That’s not Spirit Severing. It’s not even Dao Seeking….”
“Just who is this person…?”
Zhou Dekun’s face drained of blood. “Junior Brother…”
Duo Lan was trembling visibly.
The rest of the Cultivators in the other cities in the Black Lands all had similar reactions. Even through the screens upon which they were watching the battle, it was possible to tell that this woman was no ordinary Cultivator.
Meng Li slowly turned to look at Meng Hao. “Well… hello,” she said.
Meng Hao’s heart was pounding. “Who are you?” he asked.
She chuckled. “I’ve finally come for you. The time has come for something… to happen, my son.”
“Son?” replied Meng Hao. His mind reeled. This woman couldn’t possibly be… his mother?
Meng Li lifted up her hand, within which appeared a bag of holding. “I have something for you,” she said, tossing the bag over to him.
Meng Hao frowned as he snatched the bag of holding out of the air. When he looked inside, his mind filled with a roaring sound, and waves of shock rippled out through his body. The bag was filled with… severed heads!
He turned it over numbly, watching in horror as the head of a woman tumbled out. He recognized this woman. It was none other than… the woman who was for all intents and purposes his beloved. Song Jia of the Song Clan!
Even as the head fell downward, another head rolled out of the bag. It was… Hanxue Shan of the Frigid Snow Clan, who had professed her feelings toward him underneath the moonlight.
After that was… Han Bei, the only woman who could possibly match wits with him.
And then…
Chu Yuyan!!! Chu Yuyan who had such complicated feelings for him.
Meng Hao’s heart seized, and the blood completely drained from his face.