Chapter 332: Meng Tianzheng

A crimson flood dragon was covered in a layer of crimson flames, emanating rolling heat waves. It slammed into the giant yellow sphere, immediately unleashing a deafening roar and transforming into a vast expanse of crimson flames that engulfed the yellow sphere. The next moment, the sea of flames erupted, and an enormous sphere shot out, hurtling towards Wang Changsheng and Zhao Wuji.

Wang Changsheng formed an incantation, and the giant ape puppet clenched its right hand into a fist, smashing it fiercely towards the sphere. "Boom!" With a loud bang, the giant ape puppet's feet sank deep into the ground, but it couldn't hold on for long before its body was involuntarily sent flying backward. The sphere hurtled towards Wang Changsheng and Zhao Wuji at extremely high speed.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, retreat quickly!" Zhao Wuji yelled, and with a chop of his Fire Heron Blade towards the empty space ahead, a red light flashed, and a red wind wall over twenty *zhang* long instantly appeared, blocking his path. After unleashing this attack, his face was utterly devoid of color.

Wang Changsheng quickly conjured another high-grade second-tier puppet beast; if he fled alone, Zhao Wuji would surely die. The giant green crane spread its wings and quickly flew high into the sky. The sphere smashed into the red wind wall, rotating rapidly, and several small cracks appeared on the surface of the red wind wall. "Boom!" The red wind wall could not hold for long before it shattered.

A strange bird cry echoed, and a giant green crane swooped down, while the giant ape puppet also charged from afar. However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that its right hand was no longer agile, and all four fingers were broken. Without exception, the sphere successively knocked both the giant green crane and the giant ape puppet flying. Seizing this opportunity, Zhao Wuji and Wang Changsheng retreated to a safe distance. The sphere rolled rapidly, hurtling towards Wang Changsheng.

At this moment, a red light flew from afar, and a loud shout rang out: "Impudent beast! I am here, how dare you harm people?" Hearing this, the sphere immediately stopped, its yellow light intensifying as it began to drill into the ground. Just then, a dazzling golden light shot out from within the red light, vanishing instantly into the ground. The ground quickly turned golden, as if forged from gold, shimmering under the sunlight. The sphere had submerged more than halfway, unable to delve deeper into the ground.

With a flash of red light, a pot-bellied man in a red robe appeared. The red-robed man wore a crimson Daoist robe, stood atop a crimson fire cloud several *zhang* in size, and his belly was distended as if it could burst his robe at any moment. He had a flame mark on his forehead and was barefoot. He was Meng Tianzheng, one of the Five Heroes of Taiyi, a fourth-layer Core Formation cultivator, known as True Monarch Crimson Flood Dragon.

Countless red spirit patterns lit up on his body, and a deafening dragon roar echoed as he slammed his hand into the empty space towards the sphere below. A red light flashed, and an enormous crimson fire flood dragon flew from his arm, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards the sphere below. The crimson fire flood dragon was incredibly fast, arriving before the sphere in a flash and smashing fiercely into it. "Boom!" A massive explosion rang out as the crimson fire flood dragon burst apart, transforming into a vast expanse of crimson flames that engulfed the sphere.

He opened his mouth, and a small, red-glowing fan flew out, growing larger as it met the wind until it settled in his hand. The fan surface was embroidered with flame patterns. He gripped the red plantain fan with both hands and gently fanned it. A vast torrent of crimson flames surged forth, transforming into an enormous crimson fire flood dragon that, baring its fangs and claws, plunged into the crimson sea of fire below. The flames immediately swelled, engulfing an area hundreds of *zhang* in circumference, sending rolling heat waves outwards.

Wang Changsheng and the other four standing at a distance could all feel an intense heat. "Impudent beast, you still refuse to submit? If you don't surrender, I will roast you and eat you!" Meng Tianzheng said coldly, shaking the red plantain fan in his hand once more. A vast torrent of crimson flames surged forth, merging into the crimson sea of fire below, and the flames swelled again. The ground itself showed signs of melting, demonstrating the terrifying power of the high temperature.

A sharp, mournful cry echoed, sounding somewhat desolate. Meng Tianzheng was immediately delighted. He lightly fanned his plantain fan downwards, and the surging flames subsided, revealing a gigantic black sphere. With a "crack," the black sphere split in two, revealing the figure of an Armored Beast. Its aura was weak, and it continuously let out miserable wails.

"Dutifully allow me to place a restriction, or I will roast and eat you immediately." As Meng Tianzheng spoke, he opened his mouth and spat out a large blob of vital blood essence. With an incantation, the blood essence transformed into dozens of profound blood-colored runes that spun around, forming a small blood-colored flood dragon that, baring its fangs and claws, pounced towards the Armored Beast. The Armored Beast had little spiritual power left. To survive, it docilely allowed the small blood-colored flood dragon to rush into its body.

After planting the restriction, Meng Tianzheng formed an incantation, and the crimson fire cloud slowly descended, landing beside the Armored Beast. He took out a green pill and tossed it into the Armored Beast's mouth. "Go stay in the spirit beast pouch! I've chased you for over half a month; if you're not tired, I certainly am." Meng Tianzheng patted his spirit beast pouch, which opened slightly. The Armored Beast, having consumed the pill, transformed into a yellow light and vanished into the spirit beast pouch.

Zhao Wuji and the other two quickly approached Meng Tianzheng, bowed respectfully, and said, "Disciples Zhao Wuji, Xiao Tianzheng, and Chen Yuhan pay their respects to Martial Uncle Meng."

Meng Tianzheng nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Wang Changsheng and Wang Changfeng, asking, "You two are not disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect?" Wang Changsheng and Wang Changfeng dared not be slow; they immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Junior Wang Changfeng and Wang Changsheng pay their respects to Senior Meng." "Martial Uncle Meng, Fellow Daoist Wang is a relative of Wang Mingren, who is a disciple of Martial Uncle Xu Zihua," Zhao Wuji explained.

Meng Tianzheng suddenly understood. He looked at the two high-grade second-tier puppet beasts lying on the ground and said, "When you three return to the sect, go to the Deacon Hall. Martial Nephew Zhao will receive one thousand contribution points, Martial Nephew Xiao five hundred, and Martial Nephew Chen fifty. I will inform the Deacon Hall." "Thank you, Martial Uncle Meng," Zhao Wuji and the other two showed joyous expressions and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

Meng Tianzheng looked at Wang Changsheng and said, "It's quite rare for someone not a disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect to be willing to help. I, this True Monarch, can grant you one reasonable request." Wang Changsheng thanked him, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "This junior wishes to obtain some Profound Ice Cold Water, any amount would be fine." "Profound Ice Cold Water? I don't have any on hand, but after returning to the sect, I can help you acquire some Profound Ice Cold Water and have Martial Nephew Zhao deliver it to you. How about that?" "Many thanks, Senior Meng," Wang Changsheng showed a joyous expression and thanked him. Meng Tianzheng's promise secretly delighted him. To be honest, in the past two years, he had also asked Zhao Wuji and the other two for help, but they had only managed to obtain a mere ten catties of Profound Ice Cold Water. As one of the Five Heroes of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, Meng Tianzheng's assistance would surely make it easier to acquire Profound Ice Cold Water.

"I am returning to the sect. Do you wish to come along? I can give you a ride part of the way." Zhao Wuji and the other four discussed it and nodded to each other. "Then we will trouble Martial Uncle Meng (Senior Meng)." Wang Changsheng put away his puppet beasts and magical artifacts, then followed Zhao Wuji onto the crimson fire cloud. "Let's go." With a soft command from Meng Tianzheng, the crimson fire cloud carried them high into the sky and soon disappeared into the horizon.