The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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A vast underground space, large enough to hold thousands of people, appeared before everyone!

Countless torches illuminated the place as if it were daytime!

Rows of weapon racks, gleaming with a cold, icy light, were neatly arranged.

Crates of armor, stacked like small mountains and bearing the Murong clan's insignia, silently awaited their owners!

In the center of that open space, hundreds of elite assassins, dressed in black, with swallow tattoos on their faces and eyes as dead as the living dead, were already standing.

They saw Murong Long lead the group out of the secret passage. There was no surprise or panic. Instead, they all knelt down on one knee, right hand on their chest, their movements so synchronized that it was terrifying!

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

The hundreds of people's unison low roars merged into a muffled sound wave filled with an aura of iron-bloodedness and slaughter in this vast underground space.

Even with her deep scheming, Wang Yuyan was completely shocked by the scene before her!

This is no ordinary martial arts family; it is clearly a well-trained, disciplined, and truly battle-hardened army!

In that instant, my heart, which had just turned cold with fear, began to pound wildly again, uncontrollably!

An indescribable surge of heat, mixed with excitement and ecstasy, rushed from her tailbone straight to the top of her head!

She knew that this time, she had made the right bet!

The Murong family is not some fragile porcelain that breaks at the slightest touch!

It is a prehistoric crocodile hidden deep within, its fangs long since honed to an unparalleled sharpness, and ravenous!

And that damned devil named Wang Meng!

Deep within Wang Yuyan's eyes, two flames of vengeance and malice ignited.

She could almost foresee that when this man, thinking he had succeeded, stepped onto the burnt-out Canhe Village, such a steel army would suddenly emerge from the depths of the earth and tear his smug and hateful face to shreds!

This time, he's doomed!

She even began to tremble uncontrollably, a strong, vengeful, and most intense tremor that made her body shudder slightly.

A sickly, excited flush rose on her pale yet exquisitely beautiful face.

"Deng Baichuan!"

Murong Long turned his gaze to the assassins who were already armed and ready to go, his voice cold and high-pitched.

"You are now their leader."

"Inventory check! 120 sets of 'Breaking Army Armor,' 300 sets of 'Dragon Scale Soft Armor,' 300 'Divine Arm Crossbows,' 5,000 'Armor-Piercing Cones'... Also, bring out those three 'Earth-Splitting Dragons' for me..."

Under Wang Meng's command, the maids quickly threw out all the ammunition, and the flames completely enveloped the Murong Clan's Canhe Manor in Gusu. Even surrounded by the lake, the flames continued to burst forth.

After all the ammunition was fired, the stewardesses on each sand barge immediately used their light-footed skills to reach the middle sand barge. They respectfully asked Wang Meng, "Young master, are we going to the island now?"

Should we let the flames burn for a while longer?

Wang Meng's eyes widened, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. The chilling aura emanating from him was so intense that even the distant fire couldn't suppress its spread as it climbed up onto the bodies of the women around him: "Are you going up there to your death?"

Wang Meng said with a sneer, "You don't really think that the Murong clan of Gusu has been preparing a restoration plan for nearly a hundred years?"

Is it possible to burn them to death with just this little fire?

Their Sanhe Manor is clearly built like a fortress. How is it possible that such a manor is built on such a high terrain but only on the surface?

There must be a secret passage or something down there. If you go up, you'll be ambushed!

Wang Meng didn't receive any intelligence; it was just after the incident at the Langhuan Jade Cave.

He learned that the geology of the Taihu Lake area was not dense sand and gravel, but a layer of hard rock, so he deduced that the Murong family's manor was just a smokescreen.

It has a vast underground space, which may be a natural cave or an excavation... But no matter what, he simply couldn't believe that the mighty Murong clan of Gusu could be wiped out by such a small flame.

Therefore, no matter how many maids are sent up, it's practically the same as sending them to their deaths.

These maids are the foundation of Mantuo Manor. If they all die, Li Qingluo will truly be left with no one to rely on.

Let alone the normal operation of the resort, there probably aren't even any servants left.

Therefore, Wang Meng had no intention of bringing these maids to join in the fun. Instead, he planned to use his trump card to reap the rewards after setting the fire.

Several stewardesses and the surrounding maids all showed expressions of astonishment and uncertainty. After all, in their understanding, it was impossible for anyone to survive such a raging fire.

However, if the Murong family of Gusu had other plans, then their reckless entry would indeed be tantamount to courting death.

Wang Meng glanced at the cabin not far away and coughed: "Time to get to work?"

The cabin door was pushed open, and Li Canghai came out. Upon seeing Li Canghai, all the maids, along with the headmistress, lowered their heads.

Looking at the raging fire in the distance, Li Canghai smiled and said, "Well, you have to come with me."

"why?"

"My task was to set fires, and now the fires are all set."

He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said in an almost roguish tone, "The cleanup work is your job, my 'trump card,' not mine."

Wang Meng thought that his attitude would at least elicit a slight displeasure from Li Canghai.

However, Li Canghai simply looked at him calmly, his clear eyes, which seemed to reflect the stars, showing no ripples whatsoever.

"My martial arts!"

She spoke slowly, her voice clear and cold, like jade striking each other: "Its power is unparalleled, but it also consumes one's own most primal true essence."

She paused, her gaze drifting almost imperceptibly over Wang Meng's well-defined, explosively powerful chest, and the faint smile on her lips widened slightly.

"Dealing with a few insignificant figures is naturally no problem."

But what if those old ghosts from the Murong family who faked their deaths are really still alive... like that Murong Longcheng, who was once on par with his senior brother, and even if he hasn't made much progress over the years, he's definitely a tough nut to crack.

And his son, Murong Long, and grandson, Murong Bo, both reached the Innate Realm early on, and should now... be Grandmasters by now!

Her voice remained calm and composed, but the content of her words sent chills down the spines of the surrounding matriarchs.

"When I fight someone of that level, my true energy will be depleted very quickly."

Once I'm exhausted, I won't even be able to stand, let alone kill anyone.

At this point, she finally stopped beating around the bush, her clear eyes staring directly into Wang Meng's eyes, the meaning in them self-evident.

Wang Meng understood instantly.

A mixture of self-deprecation and oddity appeared on his face.

He finally understood his place in this fairy-like woman's eyes.

So, in the end!

He chuckled, pointed to his nose, and said, "I am your human furnace, your walking magic bag, right?"

"If you're out of true energy, just grab it and suck some of its essence to replenish it?"

His words were crude and suggestive.

The surrounding maids blushed with embarrassment and lowered their heads, not daring to listen any longer.

The women in charge were so embarrassed that they wished they could jump into Taihu Lake immediately.

But Li Canghai seemed completely oblivious to the risqué undertones in his words, and actually nodded with an air of importance.

"Your analogy is very apt."

She said calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "The extremely vigorous masculinity in your body is the best 'supplement' I have ever seen."

With you by my side, I have no worries.

"……Hold."

Wang Meng forced out this single word through gritted teeth.

He was completely exasperated. There was no reasoning with a woman whose thought process was so peculiar.

He glared at Li Canghai, then turned to the stewardesses and maids still standing on the boat and waved impatiently, "You all stay here and keep an eye on the boat!"

"If anyone dares to gossip, I'll throw her into the lake to feed the fish when I get back!"

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and stomped his foot hard!

The huge sand barge sank sharply as he stomped on it!

He himself was like a cannonball launched from a gun, soaring into the sky and turning into a black afterimage as he hurtled toward the burning, hellish island!

Upon seeing this, Li Canghai simply smiled faintly.

She moved swiftly, like a ghost, and silently followed.

Her movements were even lighter and more graceful than Wang Meng's; she didn't even need to use the deck for leverage.

My whole being felt like a weightless feather, lifted up by the wind.

It drew a beautiful, white arc in the air.

The two people, one in front of the other, ignored the vast lake beneath their feet, like two birds skimming the water.

He plunged headlong into that raging inferno that could devour everything!

The closer you get to the island, the clearer the terrifying heat becomes.

It was clear that the air was filled with the nauseating smell of burnt flesh and burning vegetation.

The entire Sanhe Village is completely unrecognizable from its original state.

All that remained were countless broken, burning black skeletons silently wailing in the flames.

The lake water at the edge of the island was boiling, bubbling with white foam that scalded the Murong family servants who tried to escape by jumping into the water.

Looking at this apocalyptic scene, Wang Meng showed no pity but rather a cruel sense of enjoyment.

He enjoyed the feeling of utterly destroying everything the enemy had.

However, his gaze quickly shifted from the meaningless flames to the ruins of the main building in the center of the island, which stood at the highest point and resembled a giant burial mound.

"Can we find the entrance?"

Wang Meng asked without turning his head.

Li Canghai's voice drifted over, seemingly tinged with a hint of amusement: "Entrance?"

Why should we follow the path that others have laid out for us?