CHAPTER 1344: CHAPTER 1344: SIX MARTIAL SAINTS!

The girl in red said, "If you didn’t have that hidden injury, you might have actually matched me."

Xiao Zheng laughed freely and said, "Losing is losing, in the path of Martial Arts, where is there a road without failure?"

The girl in red sighed.

Xiao Zheng was puzzled.

The girl in red said, "I can see limitless potential in you; it seems like your strength is making huge strides every day. But I’ve already reached my peak."

Xiao Zheng said seriously, "The path of Martial Arts is filled with thorns; facing great chasms is only natural. In such times, one must have unwavering determination, to cross the chasm and flatten the thorns, without a single hint of hesitation or retreat."

The girl in red shook slightly, then smiled bitterly and said, "It seems your understanding of the essence of Martial Arts is much deeper than mine."

Xiao Zheng said humbly, "It’s just a shallow understanding, nothing to laugh at."

Looking at the distant sky, the girl in red cupped her hands at Xiao Zheng, "Meeting you tonight, I’m very happy, but ultimately, I must say goodbye.

"Leaving already?" Xiao Zheng was startled.

The girl in red did not say more, waved her hand, and then swept down the mountain.

Staring at her departing figure, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart.

After all, it had been a long time since he’d met such a master to spar with.

Moreover, this girl in red was bold and straightforward, very different from the pretentious demeanor of other women, which made Xiao Zheng have an extra layer of goodwill toward her.

...

After parting ways with Xiao Zheng, the girl in red headed westward, not liking modern transport or strangers, so she traveled through deep mountains and wilderness.

"Someone’s here!"

As she walked into a patch of forest, a gleam flashed in the girl’s eyes, and she stopped. She sensed several formidable auras lurking in the woods ahead.

"You all don’t need to hide, come out," the girl in red said calmly.

The people in this forest were clearly lying in wait here, no need to guess, they obviously had some scheme against her.

However, she had many enemies, encountering them here was not a rare occurrence, so the girl in red was very composed.

"Hahaha."

From within the forest came a loud laughter, an old man stepped out, saying, "Deserving of being Hades the Netherworld King, to be able to perceive our presence. We’ve even studied a cultivation technique for concealing our aura just to ambush you."

Behind this old man were five others, all staring at the girl in red with cold eyes.

"You know my identity?" the girl in red was taken aback. She was indeed Hades, but the identity of the girl in red was the most secretive piece of information, known to no one.

"Hehe, we not only know your identity but also know that when you transform into the girl in red, your power greatly weakens," the old man said smugly, "so you’re doomed."

The girl in red found this amusing.

Evidently, the intel these people acquired was incomplete.

Only during certain special full moons would her power disappear completely, turning her into an ordinary girl, but at other times, her strength was at full capacity.

These people actually thought that just because she dressed as the girl in red, her strength would be reduced, leaving her speechless.

This is what you call suicidal.

"How did you find out my movements and situation?" Shaking her head, Hades’ gaze turned imposing.

The secret of the "girl in red" was known to no one, yet these five people here could obtain all the fragmented information, something was definitely fishy!

The only possibility was that among the vampire clan, some of her "close" fellow clan members leaked the information.

"When we beat you to the verge of death, I might consider sharing that piece of news with you," the old man said with a laugh.

Hades’ eyes turned cold.

"Is that so?"

A queen-like aura slowly emanated from her body. She coldly fixed her gaze on the old man, "Are you really certain you want to defy my will?"

Under such a gaze, the old man felt a chill and fear, shivering. But he soon sneered, hatred gleaming in his eyes.

"Hades, even now, you’re still being stubborn? Hmph! Today, I must make you die in agony, to avenge my clansmen!"

"Avenge?"

Hades frowned.

She had no recollection of these people.

Seeing Hades’ somewhat confused expression, the old man became even more enraged, roaring, "Have you forgotten? Back then, just because our entire Evil Ghost Clan killed a few people, you exterminated us all!"

Hearing the three words "Evil Ghost Clan," Hades finally remembered, looked at the few people ahead calmly, and said, "So it’s you; I remember back then you were most fond of eating people. Though I didn’t actually mind you eating people. I just didn’t like you. Your looks repulsed me. So I eradicated you, why, do you have any complaints?"

"You... you..."

The old man’s body trembled with anger.

Exterminated our entire clan, yet asking us whether we have complaints?

The others also glared at Hades, gnashing their teeth.

The reason was too absurd!

To wipe out their entire Evil Ghost Clan, merely because she disliked their... appearance! Was there a more absurd reason than this?

"Enough talk," Hades looked at them, "If you’re going to make a move, do it now."

The old man roared angrily, "Hades, I’ll make you wish you were dead!" Boom, his body suddenly expanded, transforming in an instant into a ferocious ghost two meters tall, with two horns on his head, fangs bared, blood-red eyes, covered in pale bone armor. On the armor were spikes like swords.

Boom!

An aura of a Martial Saint erupted from his body.

"Roar!"

The others behind the old man also roared at this moment, their bodies swelling, becoming ferocious ghosts.

"Six Martial Saints?"

Hades’ expression grew slightly solemn.

She did not expect such a grand setup to ambush her!

These six Martial Saints, though only at the Initial Stage Martial Saint, possessed a strength immensely formidable beyond words, terrifyingly boundless.

Even martial arts sanctuaries or ancient races like the werewolves and vampires might not be able to muster such strength at a moment’s notice.

"You didn’t expect this, did you?" the old man laughed hideously, "Our Evil Ghosts still have six Martial Saints remaining! Today, we will tear you apart and devour you, making you taste the ultimate agony of the human world."