Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

No one expected that Lü Le, who had originally hoped that Fang Duohai would retreat, would actually launch a sneak attack after the other party turned to leave.

Not to mention Shanhua, even Shanjun was mistaken. He thought Lü Le was a relatively stable and reliable person. Currently, in order to protect the three of them and prevent the other party from becoming desperate, the best way was to let him leave and settle the score with him later.

Unexpectedly, Lü Le was so radical, launching a sneak attack from behind after the other party agreed to leave. This persona seemed a bit off.

However, Fang Duohai seemed to have anticipated this, turning around with a palm strike that transformed into a sinister and demonic handprint, meeting Lü Le's palm force head-on.

The two collided with a muffled thud. The demonic handprint dissipated, but the remaining force of Lü Le's Primordial Non-Phase Palm continued to attack Fang Duohai.

Fang Duohai's face turned pale as his hands swirled, conjuring numerous hand seals and finger gestures. Dense streams of energy formed a vortex, engulfing and dissolving the Primordial Non-Phase Palm force, finally overcoming the deadly attack.

"Good kid, thick-skinned and dark-hearted, launching a sneak attack. I've learned something!"

Lü Le laughed heartily,

"Not at all, compared to Fang Duohai, who slaughtered his descendants and cultivated blood-based demonic arts, my actions are just minor tricks.

Fortunately, I only probed a little and discovered your true state.

As expected, although you used blood-based demonic arts to devour the bloodline of your grandson, you were still severely injured, and your realm has regressed. How could you recover so easily?

The current you probably can't even display much of the combat power of the Innate realm. You were just bluffing, almost fooling us. Indeed, you are very scheming."

Shanjun also nodded secretly. That's right, based on Lü Le's palm strike alone, it could be discerned that Fang Duohai's martial arts had indeed fallen to rock bottom. Otherwise, Lü Le's strike, even if extraordinary, wouldn't have required Fang Duohai to use a major handprint technique and still struggle to resist, needing to employ a clever technique to dissipate the force.

This was enough to prove that Fang Duohai's injuries were very serious, so serious that even absorbing the bloodline power of a grandson was difficult to recover from.

It's not incomprehensible. The way of bloodline kinship is indeed extraordinary, but Fang Duohai only had one grandson, not a dozen or twenty, for Fang Duohai to absorb.

Moreover, if this grandson's aptitude, bloodline, and martial arts strength were all exceptionally powerful, then absorbing his blood power would indeed allow Fang Duohai to recover a lot. But the key is that the kid was truly useless. Even if he was drained dry, how much effect could it have?

Therefore, Fang Duohai's current state was consistent with his speculation and understanding.

Especially since Lü Le and Shanhua didn't see it, he saw it clearly. Fang Duohai not only suffered from the backlash of the Tyrant Blade's blade energy in his physical body, but even his divine essence suffered as a result, being shattered by the Tyrant Blade's intent. Otherwise, the situation of realm regression wouldn't have occurred.

Physical injuries can be healed using secret techniques like blood-based demonic arts, but how can injuries to the divine essence realm be so easily alleviated?

Lü Le was now somewhat ashamed. If he had proven the whole thing on his own, that would have been fine, but he initially really wanted to let Fang Duohai go in order to ensure the safety of the three of them.

However, Meng Zhao suddenly transmitted a message, telling him to act this way, so he defended and probed, and saw through Fang Duohai's bluffing truth.

This should also be Fang Duohai's usual method.

Previously, he wanted to use the Demonic Earth Alliance to coerce Shanjun, also using bluffing tactics.

Of course, those involved are often confused, while onlookers are clear. Even Shanjun, theoretically speculating on Fang Duohai's problems, in fact, still found it difficult to be certain. After all, guessing wrong could cost the lives of one or even several of the three of them.

Lü Le stopped talking nonsense. Since he knew Meng Zhao was nearby, he was naturally brave and fearless, going up and launching a relentless attack, his fist and palm strength fierce and unmatched, advancing without retreating, like a madman.

Having Meng Zhao, this great backer, by his side gave him a backbone and someone to rely on, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Meng Zhao smiled slightly, knowing that Lü Le must have been feeling stifled. It was rare to see him in such a state of anger and resentment.

However, Lü Le didn't know that Fang Duohai was not so easy to kill, and even if he really faced a life-or-death crisis, he would unleash extremely strong destructive power, dragging his opponent down with him.

Of course, this referred to the premise that Meng Zhao was not present. Since Meng Zhao was there, then everything was naturally under his control.

Lü Le's previous test was good. Fang Duohai was indeed at the end of his road. In just over a dozen moves, he had been beaten to only half a life, his blood staining his entire body red, and his aura was almost exhausted.

However, just as Lü Le took advantage of Fang Duohai's serious injury and inability to dodge, striking him in the center of his forehead, Fang Duohai was instantly torn into pieces by a terrifying force, his flesh and blood evaporating into a mist, turning into a cloud of blood mist, hidden in the dense and sinister demonic light.

As soon as this demonic light appeared, it swept towards Lü Le with the momentum of a tiger crouching and a dragon soaring.

Lü Le was immediately frightened out of his wits. Such demonic power must still be the work of the person behind Fang Duohai. He was definitely unable to resist it.

However, even if he couldn't resist, there was someone who could.

Meng Zhao quietly appeared in front of Lü Le, his single hand opening and grabbing, as if encompassing the entire universe in his palm. The mere demonic light was naturally nothing, easily annihilated.

Only at this time did Shanjun and Shanhua react, also breaking out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, fortunately, Meng Zhao arrived in time and saved Lü Le. Otherwise, this kid would have died!

Compared to Shanhua thinking that Meng Zhao had just arrived in time, Shanjun was thoughtful, feeling that Meng Zhao had probably been here for a long time, just hiding in the dark, watching the situation develop.

Perhaps, he had even guided Lü Le along the way.

It was not until Lü Le was in danger that he had no choice but to show himself.

However, this was just his own guess after all, and regardless of whether Meng Zhao had been hiding here from the beginning, at least Lü Le had always stood in front of their grandparents, sheltering them from the wind and rain.

Moreover, this was definitely not pretense, but sincere.

Based on Lü Le's intentions alone, he couldn't possibly question why Meng Zhao was hiding on the side, yet never took action.

Firstly, he didn't have the ability or the means to question him, and secondly, he really had no reason to take action.

As for Ao Bing, Shanjun only glanced at her and knew that this woman must be at the same level as himself, or even a stronger existence. That strong aura couldn't be concealed.

Looking at her appearance, temperament, and figure, Shanjun couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder Meng Zhao looked down on his granddaughter. It wasn't that Shanhua wasn't excellent, but Meng Zhao's standards were indeed too high.

(End of chapter)