The Wangliang Ghost moved its upper body toward the people of Family Meng, opening its mouth big enough to swallow them all. They began to take out their swords and mobilize spiritual power to join the fight.
Suddenly, numerous beams of sword gas were dashing to the Wangliang Ghost, but some of them caused no harm to it, some left just small sword marks on its scales, and only a few others could tear its scales, leaving wounds on its body.
Meng Xiuwu was still trying his best to maintain the spiritual energy shield to prevent the Meng members from being attacking.
In the next second, the Wangliang Ghost bit on the spiritual energy shield as hard as metals, but its teeth were almost broken, so it retreated with a short screech.
The other elder, taking this opportunity, stabbed his sword toward the head of the Wangliang Ghost quickly. The ghost, noticing his move, plunged into the pool in a flash, avoiding the attack successfully.
Then it rushed out of the pool again, and splashed on the spiritual energy shield of Meng Xiuwu with its huge tail, driving the shield to tremble, which astonished the Meng disciples.
The other elder asked in worry, "Are you okay? Can you hold on?"
Meng Xiuwu nodded, "Sure, such attacks can't break my shield, but my spiritual energy consumes fast and it can't be supply. So, you'd better end the fight as soon as possible!"
"All right, let me slaughter it!" The other elder flew out of the shield at once, toward the head of the Wangliang Ghost.
Meng Yao shouted to him loudly with concerns, "Grandpa Ming, be careful!"
Meng Xiuming along fell into the fierce battle against the Wangliang Ghost above the water.
Meng Xiuwu on the shore was still mobilize his spiritual energy to maintain the shield, while Meng Yao was still in worries, asking, "Can Grandpa Ming defeat this Wangliang Ghost? Why I'm not that optimistic about him?"
Meng Xiuwu replied with a smile, "Xiuming owns the cultivation of Martial Saint State; how can he be beaten by such an enemy with only Martial-Arts-State cultivation?"
"Though with big body, but this Wangliang ghost is smart and agile, but considering the cultivation, it's just a matter of time for him to win the fight! Don't worry!" analyzed Meng Xiuwu.
Anxieties still enveloped Meng Yao, "But Grandpa Ming's spiritual energy consumes fast as well. The Huangquan Road is not like the outside world; we can't complement spiritual energy here. Look, the movements of Grandpa Ming have already been somewhat slow!"
Meng Xiuwu casted a look at Meng Xiuming, and found the latter had indeed been sluggish a little. Immediately, Meng Xiuwu withdrew his spiritual energy and flew into the sky.
However, at the same time, Meng Xiuming, splashed by the tail of the Wangliang Ghost, was beaten far away to the foot of the mountain.
Such happening shocked all the Meng people, and five of them began to ran toward the direction of Meng Xiuming's fall, intending to save him.
Irritated, Meng Xiuwu bellowed loudly, "How dare you have the nerve to hurt my bro?! Go to the hell!" He stabbed his sword straight to the neck of Wangliang Ghost.
Zhang Yan, hiding in the distance, felt something vaguely familiar about such scene, and shook his head with a sigh, "Another right-minded person being deceived!"