Even as Allheaven's voice echoed out, the chunks of gore and drops of blood transformed into ash, vanishing completely.
A blue-violet beam of light appeared off in the distance, moving at incredible speed. By the time Meng Hao turned to face it, it was right in front of him. A single finger became visible, racing toward his chest. Just before it touched him, Meng Hao's Dao eye opened, emitting a blast of light that slammed into the finger.
A boom echoed out, and Meng Hao staggered backward, his entire body vibrating, his face flushed bright red. When he looked back up, his eyes shone with piercingly bright light, and the desire to do battle.
"That's what I'm talking about!" he said slowly. "Don't hold anything back. This fight will be to the death!" A figure appeared in front of him, someone very familiar to him. It was a middle-aged man with long gray hair. He wore a gray-colored robe, and seemed to radiate disdain as he hovered there looking at Meng Hao.
