Meng Xiuwu suddenly stopped the attack to the Wangliang Ghost, stayed still in the air, stared at the ghost, full of killing intentions, placed his sword in front of his chest, and transported spiritual energy to the sword wildly. Suddenly, the sword was surrounded by very powerful gas.

The other people of the Family Meng exclaimed, "The Elder Xiuwu is about use his final resort, the Piercing Heart Sword! The Wangliang Ghost is going to die!"

"Right! The attack of the Piercing Heart Sword is strong enough to kill the Wangliang Ghost in a second!"

However, Meng Yao was some kind of worried, "But the Piercing Heart Sword requests a large amount of spiritual energy to display! Can Grandpa Wu hold on with his spiritual energy?"

Meng Yao's worry was reasonable, but there were no other resolutions. Getting the death threat message, the Wangliang Ghost splashed its huge tail toward Meng Xiuwu.

But it was already late now. A sneering smile emerged on Meng Xiuwu's face, meanwhile, he raised the sword, and stabbed it to the head of the Wangliang Ghost. The ghost lowered its head immediately to dodge, failed yet.

The sword, in a flash, pierced into the head of the Wangliang Ghost, like a shooting star, then came out from the back of the ghost's head and returned to the hand of Meng Xiuwu.

Zhang Yan was shocked by this attack.

The Wangliang Ghost, with a large hole on its head, was forced to thump into the pool, resulting in a huge wave of four or five feet high. Therefore, the venoms floated on the water were splashed out with the water waves, eroding the boulders on the shore.

The Meng people on the shore exclaimed in ecstasy, "Elder Xiuwu, you are so powerful!"

"Yes, thank you for saving all of us, Elder Xiuwu!"

Meng Xiuwu refused to use this kung fu because it consumed too much. Hence, only 10% of his spiritual energy remained in his dantian. So weak, he fell down in the ground instantly, but still asked with concern, "Are you guys okay?"

"We are fine, and you, Elder Xiuwu?" everyone replied.

"I'm fine too. But do you know where the Elder Xiuming is? Is he injured?" Meng Xiuwu added.

"Several of our people have already gone to look for him. We don't know if he is injured, but now you should take a rest!"

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice that everyone was familiar with came from under the hillside, followed with Meng Xiuming and the other five members of the Family Meng. Meng Xiuming's mouth was lingered with an intriguing sneer, and his eyes were not friendly as usual.

However, nobody noticed that, and they shouted happily, "Elder Xiuming, are you okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine! But you will be not soon!" Meng Xiuming's voice became cold, "Ordered by the second master, I entered the Huangquan Road to kill Miss Meng Yao. This is none of your other guys' business, so, if you are willing to give up resistance, you will be the people of the second master. Otherwise, you will be all killed!"