The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The only sound was the dull thud of the corpse falling to the ground.

Just as a leader of the canal gang drew his broadsword and was shouting angrily at his companions, a dark shadow fell from the roof beam above him like a leaf.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the words "enemy attack" were forever stuck in his throat.

He couldn't even see the other person's face clearly, only a wisp of jet-black, glossy hair flashing past his eyes. Then, the world before him began to spin, and finally, he was plunged into eternal darkness.

On the other side, three members of the Canal Gang formed a small formation, back to back, warily scanning the surrounding darkness. Fear made their hands, which were gripping their knives, tremble slightly.

Suddenly, one of them's pupils contracted sharply. He opened his mouth wide, trying to warn his companion, but a fine, bluish-white poison needle had already silently shot into his open mouth, piercing his throat.

Before he could even utter a sound, he collapsed, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

Before his two companions could react, two short swords, gleaming with a cold light, emerged from the darkness on either side and pierced their hearts with precision and ruthlessness.

The killings were carried out efficiently and ruthlessly.

In a short time, the dozens of guards surrounding the warehouse area were cleared out, and none of them were able to issue a complete alarm.

At this moment, Wang Meng had already walked casually to the door that he had shot through with an arrow and that was now burning fiercely.

"who?!"

"Release the arrows!"

Shoot him!

Inside the warehouse, archers who reacted faster finally saw Wang Meng standing alone in the firelight through the blasted hole in the door and the various firing ports.

At his command, dozens of sharp arrows, accompanied by a piercing sound, rained down on Wang Meng!

Faced with this rain of arrows, enough to turn even a master of the acquired realm into a pincushion, Wang Meng's face remained completely calm.

He simply and casually raised his right hand.

"Buzz!"

An invisible yet visible transparent wave of air exploded outwards from his body!

The arrows that were being shot at him suddenly slowed down as they approached within three feet of his body, as if they had entered a viscous swamp.

Immediately, under the crushing force of that immense energy, all the arrows shattered inch by inch in mid-air, turning into a shower of wood chips that scattered all over the ground!

Chapter 57: Misunderstanding! Zhiruo, your master and I really have a misunderstanding!

"This...this is...what kind of martial art is this?!"

Inside the warehouse, a figure who appeared to be the leader cried out in disbelief, his voice filled with unbelievable fear.

The only response he received was Wang Meng's hand, which was already pressed against the burning door panel.

"Let me... open it!"

Wang Meng let out a low roar, and the muscles on his arms instantly bulged. A domineering and unparalleled internal force, like a mountain torrent, poured into the heavy ironwood door!

"Boom!"

An unprecedented, deafening roar!

The massive gate, forged from ironwood and reinforced with fine iron, capable of withstanding the impact of dozens of people, was broken in half by his seemingly casual palm strike and collapsed inward with a crash!

Countless shattered pieces of wood and twisted sheet metal, mixed with sparks, shot into the warehouse like cannonballs, instantly smashing the dumbfounded members of the Cao Gang behind the door, leaving them with broken bones and bloody messes!

Amidst the smoke and firelight, Wang Meng's figure slowly walked in.

"Put out the fire, don't let it burn my grain."

Behind him, hundreds of maids dressed in black and wielding sharp blades silently poured in.

Inside the warehouse, nearly a hundred elite members of the Canal Gang looked at the terrifying scene before them, which seemed like a god or demon descending to earth. Their faces were filled with extreme, indescribable fear.

Their courage and their ferocity were crushed in that moment.

"Kill...kill!"

If we don't fight with all our might, we'll all die!

Finally, a few desperate men, blinded by lust, emerged.

Roaring and brandishing his weapon, he charged madly toward Wang Meng.

A cold, disgust flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

In his view, these desperate men who rushed forward were no different from moths drawn to a candle flame; their courage was cheap and foolish.

Just as those gleaming swords were about to strike him, his figure swayed slightly.

It wasn't a dodge, but rather more like a wisp of smoke being blown by the wind, naturally creating some ripples.

All the attacks landed on the afterimage he had just left behind, without touching a single corner of his clothes.

At the same time, the "Heavenly Wrath Heart Method" within his body had already silently reached its peak.

A unique kind of internal energy, unlike any other internal energy cultivation technique in the world, flowed along his meridians to his fingertips, like a cold, raging fire lurking in the depths of hell.

In the instant that the burly man with a fierce face who was charging at the front passed by him, Wang Meng's fingers were already like the most elegant musician playing a death melody, flowing smoothly and gently brushing over the man's major acupoints on his chest, such as Tanzhong, Juque, and Shenfeng.

The sensation was not a heavy blow, nor did it exert any force at all.

The burly man felt as if a few cold snowflakes had gently touched his chest. Before he could even feel the pain, an indescribable, terrifying current of air, both scorching and icy, had already burrowed into his body like a leech.

What Wang Meng injected was the purest destructive true energy from the "Heavenly Wrath Heart Method".

The moment this true energy entered the body, it was no longer ownerless, but transformed into a predator with its own will.

It frantically and domineeringly eroded and ignited the man's meager internal strength, forcibly urging his blood and qi to flow backward and rampage at a speed a hundred times greater than his physiological limits!

The fierce expression on the big man's face froze instantly, replaced by an extreme and incomprehensible fear.

"Hoo...!"

He tried to scream, but only a desperate, leaky sound, like a broken bellows, escaped from his throat.

His body, like a ball being inflated wildly, rapidly swelled up in an extremely bizarre and nauseating manner.

His bronze skin was stretched to the point of transparency, and bluish-black blood vessels, like twisted earthworms, slithered and burst beneath his skin.

His companions behind him, brandishing weapons, charged forward, only to be utterly horrified by the scene before them, a sight that defied all their wildest imaginations.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound wasn't just a muffled thud, but a wet, dull, and chilling crackling sound, like when liquid and phlegm are torn apart!

The burly man's body finally couldn't withstand the destructive power from within, like divine punishment, and it suddenly exploded, starting from his chest!

The sky was filled with scalding hot blood, which smelled strongly of blood, like the thickest blood-red fog, which suddenly exploded!

It contained undigested food residue, broken pieces of meat with fat, and various sizes of visceral fragments that were no longer recognizable.

This torrential downpour of flesh and blood, composed of a living human body, drenched his companions behind him from head to toe.

Warm, viscous liquid blurred their vision, bits of flesh slid down their cheeks, and a stench mixed with blood, intestinal contents, and entrails rushed into their nostrils, making their stomachs churn.

Someone let out a shrill, distorted scream, and the psychological defenses of the remaining members of the Canal Gang completely collapsed.

The gang members dropped their weapons, crying and screaming, like headless flies, and turned to flee towards the back door and other exits of the warehouse.

But it was too late.

Wang Meng's icy voice rang out clearly amidst the chaos, like the pronouncement of death: "Leave no one alive."

The hundreds of Mando maids behind him transformed into hundreds of black bolts of death lightning the instant they heard the command, rushing towards their prey who had completely lost the will to fight.

A complete and one-sided massacre has officially begun.

This can no longer be called a battle; it's just a highly efficient and cold-blooded slaughter.

The maids of Mando formed groups of three and teams of six, creating intricate killing formations that, like the most precise machines, reaped one life after another.

Just as a member of the Cao Gang rushed to the back door, before he could even pull the bolt, three long swords silently pierced his back, neck, and abdomen from three different angles.

The look of ecstasy on his face froze instantly, and his body slumped to the ground, his blood staining the door of hope a dark red.

Another gang member, who was trying to climb up the pile of goods, had only climbed halfway when more than a dozen poisoned flying needles, like a swarm of bees, pierced his back.

Before he could even let out a scream, his body stiffened, his limbs twitched, and he fell straight down from the pile of goods several meters high. He twitched a few times and then lay still.

The entire massive warehouse was transformed into a living hell filled with bloodshed and wailing.

The sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh, bones breaking, the screams of the dying, and the sticky "splattering" of blood splattering on the ground and piles of goods intertwined to create the most cruel and bloody symphony of death.

The strong, sweet, and pungent smell of blood almost solidified the air.

Hot blood flowed in streams, spreading across the ground and staining the scattered sacks and grains a nauseating dark red.

Wang Meng stood quietly in the center of the warehouse, in the very battlefield he had created.

He did not make another move.

He was merely an indifferent spectator, admiring his own masterpiece.

Blood splattered at his feet, and severed limbs lay not far away, but not a speck of dirt could stain his jet-black outfit.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams gradually subsided.

The last member of the Cao Gang was cleaved in two by a petite maid named Mando, who wielded a massive, disproportionately large saber.

Warm intestines and internal organs spilled out onto the ground with a "whoosh".

The entire warehouse fell into a deathly silence once more. Only heavy breathing and the sound of blood dripping from weapons could be heard.

Hundreds of Mando maids had now regrouped in front of Wang Meng.

Each of them was covered in wounds, more or less, and the weapons in their hands were still dripping blood.

Their chests rose and fell slightly from the vigorous exercise they had just undergone.

But their eyes were exceptionally cold.

It was as if what they had just torn apart were not nearly a hundred living lives, but just some insignificant straw figures.

Wang Meng's gaze slowly swept over them, finally landing on the mountain of sacks deep in the warehouse.

He sniffed the blood for a moment, said nothing, and then slowly pulled the black longbow from behind his back once more.

He did not choose the poisoned arrows that gleamed with a dark blue light, but instead randomly picked up the most ordinary iron-core arrow.