Zhang Yan and Meng Yao were squating behind an old tree in the distance, expecting for the upcoming fight in silence. However, it was the best time for them to go to the Huangquan Spring now.

Then Zhang Yan took the initiative and gave up watching the confrontation between the two masters. He turned to the top of Baodu Mountain quietly, but his movement still attracted the attention of both the ghost messenger and Meng Xiuming. The ghost messenger made a sneer, and a hint of killing intentions filled its eyes. However, Zhang Yan was not a threat to it, but Meng Xiuming was, so it ignored Zhang Yan.

Meng Xiuming, on the contrary, was excited, blurting out, "They are exactly the two I'm looking for! Please don't block me, and let me seize them!"

"Humph!" The ghost messenger snorted, "I will dispose of them two after you! Everyone who breaks into this mountain should die!"

"Don't be that arrogant!" Meng Xiuming's face suddenly became gloomy, and his imposing manner instantly raised to the extreme, pressing against the ghost messenger.

But the ghost messenger stood still calmly, showing no fears to Meng Xiuming.

Meng Xiu-ming was completely irritated, for no one ever dared to despise him like this. He pulled out his sword in great anger, and transported his spiritual energy, stabbed the sword toward the ghost messenger. Although only a tentative attack, its power was still very strong.

A huge sword gas reached the ghost messenger in just a blink. The latter revealed a cold smile, "Is this all you got?"

It splashed hand, smashing the sword gas of Meng Xiuming easily. Meng Xiuming was shocked by its strength, saying, "Your strength is indeed not simple, but try my next move!"

He crossed the sword on his chest, and transported more spiritual energy into the sword. A spiritual energy cyclone was formed, fizzling the surrounding leaves, and fluttering his own white beard and hair.

This was the Heart Piercing Sword that every elder of the Family Meng would learn, which Meng Xiuwu had displayed before. But it took much time to accumulate energy.

Lucky for Meng Xiuming, the ghost messenger, having not in a fight for a long time, didn't stop him accumulate spiritual energy, but stood there, waiting for him to bring this attack to the extreme, for the ghost messenger was curious about how powerful it could be.

Meng Xiuming had seen through the arrogance of the ghost messenger, and muttering coldly in his heart, "You will regret for your arrogance!"

"Now it's time to let you see the strength of my Heart Piercing Sword!" He threw his sword out with a shout. The sword, like an arrow, flashed over the sky in a white light, and reached the front of the ghost messenger in an instant. A smile climbed on Meng Xiuming's face. He thought the ghost messenger must be killed by this attack.

However, what happened in the next moment completely stunned him. The ghost messenger still stood there, with a sneering smile, watching Meng Xiuming, and Meng Xiuming's sword, seeming to face a very powerful obstacle, couldn't move forward even a little. It began to spin in front of the ghost messenger, then fell into the ground.