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"If this is all you're capable of, I'll be very disappointed. Other than beast transformation, which is a little surprising, the other techniques are boring." He Chuan had thought that The White Tiger Grand Sage, Meng Ao, would be able to display more of his abilities. However, he did not expect that to be all he had.

If he didn't have any other abilities, it would sound like an insult to Meng Ao.

He didn't expect things to turn out like this.

He had successfully broken through to the mortal realm but still couldn't become a truly invincible existence. Could it be that He Chuan had found the secret?

Did he find the treasure?

He wasn't very sure.

"The person who snatched the bronze fragment that day was you!" Meng Ao recalled that he was still a saint cultivator when he was fighting with the Eldest Princess's subordinates for the fragment.

At that time, the treasure had been quietly taken away.

It was definitely He Chuan's doing.

"You're not stupid. The bronze fragment is indeed in my hands." He Chuan said calmly.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll fulfill your wish!" a human voice came from Meng Ao's mouth, and his huge body suddenly released a red mist.

The entire sky was dyed scarlet.

The clouds in the sky were also like blood mist.

Meng Ao's life force was quickly consumed, and he became weaker and weaker.

Even after transforming into a beast, it could still be used as a sacrifice. It had something more to offer compared to the demonic god of the Northern Shaolin Temple.

He Chuan had not expected this.

However, he didn't care. He started to use his true energy and Taixuan Scripture. The Saint domain spread out and covered Meng Ao.

He didn't dare to play any tricks. In this area, no one could shake him.

The surrounding blood mist disappeared into his domain. No matter how much life force Meng Ao sacrificed, he couldn't break free.

His domain was very effective against Meng Ao.

"It's actually the Saint realm. You're above the third-rank mortal realm!" Meng Ao's animalized eyes revealed a look of fear. This was something that he had not expected.

He thought He Chuan had only entered the mortal realm by chance.

But now, it seemed that things had gone beyond his imagination.

A feeling of despair began to spread in his mind.

More importantly, his sacrifice had been stopped. If he could not complete the sacrifice, he would not be able to transform into his final form.

This situation made him extremely desperate.

Why did He Chuan have to appear when he thought he was invincible?

The Saint realm, which could only be possessed by those above the third stage of the mortal realm, had appeared and interrupted his sacrifice.

Was the heavens too cruel to him?

Why did it have to be like this? He went speechless and can't help but ask the heavens.

He Chuan reached out his huge palm and grabbed the purple demon Tiger in the air. No matter how Meng Ao struggled, it was useless.

"I've planned for most of my life, but I didn't expect to die in your heart in the end. I'm not willing!" Meng Ao's Tiger Eyes were filled with endless anger. If he could move, he would have swallowed He Chuan.

Unfortunately, he had completely lost the ability to resist.

He Chuan only needed to pinch him slightly, and Meng Ao, who had been so arrogant just now, would be turned into ashes, not even leaving behind his divine sense!

"If you kill me, you'll never know the secret of the Central Plains. You'll definitely regret it when the time comes. The mortal realm isn't the end!" Meng Ao seemed to have grabbed onto his last hope and started to grow crazily.

In his opinion, no matter who it was, they would definitely be interested in the hidden secret.

People like He Chuan wanted to explore the mysteries of it because it was the hope of the strong.

"Interesting. You're still in the mood to negotiate with me now. Do you think I can't do anything to you?" He Chuan's soul-absorbing technique was not just for show.

With a thought, He Chuan's powerful spiritual power instantly began to sweep through the other party's sea of consciousness.

"Ah!" The pain in the soul was more agonizing than the physical pain Meng Ao wanted to die immediately.

Meng Ao was filled with regret. Why did he have to meet He Chuan?

If he continued cultivating in the snow mountain and came out after reaching a particular realm, it was hard to say who would win.

However, it was useless to regret it now.

Was the other party really human?

Or was he also a hidden race?

Unfortunately, he didn't know that He Chuan was a cheater.

Meng Ao felt that he must have forgotten to check the Chinese calendar when he left the house, which was why he was so unlucky to meet He Chuan.

He could only resist with all his might, not wanting He Chuan to collect his memories.

However, the remaining will was gradually worn out, and his consciousness began to blur. The scenery in front of him was also blurry, and the secrets in the depths of his brain began to spread.

After some time, He Chuan slowly opened his eyes. He looked as if he had expected this.

Compared to the gods from the Northern Shaolin Temple, this Meng Ao was clearly of a higher level in the clan.

The other party was very clear about some of the core secrets.

He didn't think the other party had such a shocking secret.

If he hadn't discovered it, it would have been easy for him to get what he wanted.

The other party was just too impatient, or else it would be hard to say.

This shocking secret now belonged to He Chuan. A smile appeared on his face.

Decades of planning had gone down the drain.

No wonder Meng Ao was so depressed when he died.

So the Zhou Dynasty had such a secret.

However, to activate the great formation of the Zhou Dynasty, one had to trigger the Great Octagon Formation.

He still had other things to do.

He would first make Lia a true female King, so that the Xiongnu and Zhou Dynasty would not have another war for the next hundred years.

As for the Xiongnu soldiers.

They had to pay the price because the people and soldiers of Great Zhou would not die in vain!

The White Tiger Grand Sage Meng Ao was dead!

Everyone in the capital could see it clearly, making them finally relax.

The people and soldiers in the city let out a deafening cheer.

Because with state Duke He around, they could win!

In the Xiongnu camp, millions of soldiers felt a sense of despair.

This was the emotion they had given to the people of the Great Zhou.

Now, He Chuan had returned them all.

The invincible White Tiger Grand Sage, Meng Ao, had been beaten by He Chuan to the point where he couldn't even fight back. He was an expert in the extreme mortal realm.

How did he become like this?

Be it essence, energy, or spirit. It caused the Xiongnu soldiers to fall.

Their Sage, The White Tiger Palace's King, had fallen just like that. Their faith had crumbled.

"General, The White Tiger Sage has already passed away. Should we retreat back to the plains?" someone suggested.

Meng Tian and Meng Ao were both dead. They had no chance.

If they didn't retreat, they might face the danger of being destroyed.

This sentence immediately resonated with them, and they seemed to have found their direction.

Only by retreating to the grasslands now could they keep their lives.

Countless Xiongnu cavalry immediately wanted to leave.

The Xiongnu soldiers, who were arrogant before, quickly retreated.

Whether it was a general or an official, no one could stop the army from retreating!