Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 337 If the Great Qian is not enough, then we will take over the entire world!
"boom--"

The five-zhang-tall "卍" seal of the Great Buddha Hand crashed down, shattering the Tiger Split Blade Qi that Lu Jinyun and the other two had jointly unleashed.

The violent shockwave of the Qi energy sent the three flying, drawing three blood-red arcs in mid-air.

"Pfft!" Lu Jinyun, who was the first to be hit, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his chest armor shattered completely.

Lu Jinhua, standing to the side, had his sword broken into three pieces, and his hand was split open.

The worst off was Lu Jinwu, who was slammed to the ground like a rag doll, his meridians reversed, and he fainted on the spot.

"Amitabha!"

Master Huanmie clasped his hands together, his monk's robe without a single wrinkle. "Someone, escort the three generals to the meditation room to heal their wounds."

"You old bald monk, how dare you!"

"Anyone who dares to touch the General and his men will be killed without mercy!"

One of the generals accompanying the Tiger Guard suddenly roared, his voice booming like thunder.

"Tiger Guards, heed my command!"

Upon hearing the call, the 100,000 Tiger Guards sprang into action, raising their weapons in unison. The cold light formed a silvery ocean, and the chilling aura soared into the sky.

"Tiger Might Ironclad Bow, prepare!"

With a command flag waved, five hundred elite archers stepped forward.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the sound of them taking down their longbows from their backs was particularly loud.

The bow was made of top-quality mulberry wood that had been there for a hundred years, with a faint luster flowing through the dark golden wood grain.

The bowstring was made from the back sinews of five hundred adult male deer, and it gleamed with a dazzling golden light in the setting sun.

The arrowheads are forged from century-old cold iron through countless hammerings, with fine, wind-breaking cracks etched into their blades.

"Click——"

The sound of five hundred Tiger Might Ironclad Bows being cocked simultaneously brought the chanting of three thousand warrior monks to a halt.

These forbidden weapons of lethality are priceless, each arrow enough to bring down any martial arts master.

Even the protective aura of a supreme grandmaster would be shattered under a dozen or so rounds of volleys!

Although the arrows had not yet been fired, the fierce killing intent had already shattered the morale of the three thousand warrior monks.

—This is one of the forbidden weapons of the Great Qian Dynasty that strikes fear into the hearts of martial artists throughout the land!

The golden aura surrounding Master Huanmie suddenly froze, and the old monk's expression finally changed.

He knew better than anyone that even the protective aura of a supreme grandmaster wouldn't last many rounds against the simultaneous firing of these five hundred piercing arrows!
Master Illusion's expression was solemn, and golden light shimmered in his eyes.

He was not afraid of those five hundred Tiger Might Ironclad Bows!

With his supreme master cultivation, and not being a wooden statue standing still, these arrows couldn't even get within three zhang of him.

But the three thousand disciples behind him...
The Demon-Subduing Formation is powerful, but it cannot protect all the monks!
If we were to truly engage in battle with the 100,000 Tiger Guards, I fear half of Wanfo Mountain would be stained red with blood.

Just as tensions were rising, a sharp shout suddenly came from the Tiger Guard's front lines.

"Stop this at once!"

Xu Feng, the second deputy general of the Tiger Guard Army, rode out on horseback, the gold medal hanging at his waist dazzling in the sunlight.

That was the token of the deputy general of the Tiger Guard, bestowed by the emperor.

He glanced coldly at the archers who were poised to fire, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Master Illusion is the Grand Master of the Nation, appointed by His Majesty. How dare you, inferiors, defy your superiors?"

Upon hearing this, the 100,000-strong army immediately stirred.

The archers at the front looked at each other, and dozens of them slowly lowered their bows.

The military has a strict hierarchy. When the general is not present, Xu Feng, who holds the imperial decree of deputy general, does indeed have the authority to command the Tiger Guard.

"Xu Feng!"

"How dare you..." Zhao Meng, the adjutant who had given the order earlier, had eyes wide with rage, his sword flashing as it was drawn three inches from its sheath. "You betrayed the Marshal?"

Xu Feng sneered and took out a bright yellow imperial edict from his robes: "This general is acting on the Emperor's orders."

He looked down at Zhao Meng with disdain and said, word by word, "It's you."

"Zhao Meng, how dare you overstep your authority to mobilize troops? What is your punishment?"

"Guards!" Xu Feng suddenly shouted.

"Seize this traitorous rebel for me!"

Dozens of Tiger Guard soldiers instantly surrounded Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng laughed in fury, pointing his blade directly at Xu Feng: "What a traitorous bastard!"

"The Marshal awaits you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Feng had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow.

The specially made Qi-breaking arrow was released from the bow and flew directly towards Zhao Meng's thigh!

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out as Zhao Meng was dragged away by dozens of Tiger Guard soldiers.

"Who else dares to undermine morale...?"

Xu Feng sheathed his longbow and coldly surveyed the silent soldiers. "Execute them on the spot!"

Master Disillusionment took in all of this, his prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand.

The old monk knew perfectly well that this mutiny was clearly a carefully orchestrated scheme by Emperor Qianxi!

The Lu family's Grand Tutor's strict discipline in governing the army had long been a source of resentment within the ranks.

Xu Feng gripped the imperial gold medal tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He would never forget that snowy night three years ago—his own younger brother was publicly executed by Lu Xuan for secretly keeping a hundred taels of silver.

That piercing scream still wakes him up in the middle of the night.

"Fellow comrades!"

Xu Feng held up the imperial edict, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "From today onwards, we will no longer have to live in fear!"

The army was immediately in an uproar.

Many generals' eyes began to flicker—they remembered Lu Xuan's suffocating rules.
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Withholding military pay is strictly prohibited (anyone who violates this rule will have their hand severed for amounts under ten taels, and be executed immediately for amounts over one hundred taels!).
Accepting bribes is strictly prohibited; violators will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane!
Forbidden to frequent prostitutes or drink alcohol; violators will be punished with caning. And so on…
"General Xu is right!"

A lieutenant suddenly ripped off the Tiger Guard insignia from his arm, shouting, "I've had enough!"

"I never dared to keep a single copper coin from the spoils of war I captured during my campaigns!"

"That's right!" another captain stepped forward.
"Last year, I only accepted a few taels of tea money from the merchants, and I was beaten with ten lashes!"

"I almost didn't make it back to see my elderly mother!"

Master Disillusionment observed the mutiny with a cold eye, his prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand.

He noticed that nearly half of the 100,000 soldiers had slowly laid down their weapons.

Those who still gripped their knives and guns mostly looked hesitant.

“Amitabha…” Master Huanmie chanted the Buddha’s name, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

What does "iron-fisted and impartial" mean?
It's just that he's unpopular!
Seeing that the army's morale had shifted, Xu Feng suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at the sky: "After today, we—"

"The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap!"

Lu Jinyun and the other two collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as the 100,000 Tiger Guards retreated under Xu Feng's instigation.

Lu Jinhua's broken sword was deeply embedded in the ground, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

Although Lu Jinwu was unconscious, his muscles were still spasming involuntarily.

Seeing the army's morale wavering, Lu Jinyun's eyes turned bloodshot as she stared intently at Xu Feng's departing figure.

“What a meticulously planned scheme…” Lu Jinyun coughed up a mouthful of blood, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper was being rubbed together.

Only now did he fully realize that the theft of the three carts of rare stones was nothing more than bait.

The real killer move was for Xu Feng to secretly transmit military intelligence and lure the three of them into a trap!
What chilled Lu Jinyun to the bone was that this was clearly a deadly trap set by the Qianxi Emperor in collusion with Buddhism and Taoism. Had that supreme ruler forgotten?

Fifteen years ago, Baoxiang Temple stirred up public sentiment and almost caused the Great Qian Dynasty to change hands.

Ten years ago, Qingyang Temple instigated popular uprisings, leading to resistance against the Great Qian Dynasty in various regions and nearly causing the collapse of half the country…

In the end, it was his own father who personally led the Tiger Guard Army to quell all the chaos!
At this critical moment, two dark figures descended like roc spreading its wings.

Lu Jinchang's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the gruesome sight of his three brothers covered in blood.

His body's internal energy erupted uncontrollably, forming a violent vortex around him.

"Second brother! Third brother! Fourth brother!"

This mournful roar was like a thunderclap; wherever the sound waves passed, rocks rolled and trees were flattened.

Even the retreating 100,000 Tiger Guards were shocked; the warhorses at the front rear reared up and neighed in terror.

"It's...it's the Grand Marshal!"

Someone in the army shouted this first, and the entire army formation instantly fell into chaos.

Just moments ago, he was so aggressive in order to execute Zhao Meng's personal guards, but now he was trembling like a leaf, and the steel knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

Several quick-witted captains rushed forward, scrambling to their feet, and hurriedly untied the shackles from Zhao Meng's body.

Xu Feng turned around with difficulty, his gaze passing through the commotion of the crowd and landing on the figure in the center of the three thousand monks.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his dazzling purple robe remaining motionless in the wind.

Although his hair and beard were white, his eyes shone like stars, exuding a suffocating aura of power.

He stood there quietly, and the entire Wanfo Mountain fell silent.

"Grand Marshal..." Xu Feng's voice was terribly dry. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt a nameless fear.

Lu Xuan slowly raised his eyes, and wherever his gaze fell, the 100,000 Tiger Guards knelt down in unison.

Even those traitors who had been so aggressive just moments before were now prostrate on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Master Illusion looked at Lu Xuan, who was hurtling through the air, and a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.

The appearance of this Grand Marshal disrupted his meticulously planned scheme, but it did not cause him the slightest panic.

He put his hands behind his back, spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of indifference.

"Grand Tutor Lu, I have met you a few times before. You truly deserve to be called the Grand Marshal of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Huanmie's gaze sharpened, and he called out softly into the void, "Brother Xuyang!"

In an instant, a figure as swift as lightning streaked across the sky; it was an elderly Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, holding a whisk.

Without the slightest hesitation or pleasantries, Master Illusion quickly clasped his hands together, and golden light surged from his body.

Master Huanmie's Thousand-Handed Divine Form suddenly appeared, with each Buddha hand forming a different mudra.

The Great Vajra Wheel Seal, the Treasure Vase Seal, the Fearless Seal... countless golden palm shadows blotted out the sky, dyeing the entire sky gold.

Wherever the palm strike passed, rocks turned to dust, and even the air seemed to reverse direction.

Finally, the vast golden energy instantly condensed into several giant Buddha palms, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and crashed towards Lu Xuan.

At the same time, Master Xuyang drew his longsword, which flashed with azure light.

Countless cyan sword lights intertwined in the air, forming a vast net.

Each sword beam contains the power to cleave mountains and rivers.

In an instant, countless streaks of azure sword light poured down like a galaxy, transforming into a rain of swords that aimed directly at Lu Xuan's face.

"kill!"

The two supreme grandmasters roared simultaneously, unleashing their deadly moves as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

This strike was a full-force attack using all their life's energy.

In battles at the level of a Grandmaster, every move and stance is fraught with life-or-death mysteries; a slight misstep can lead to utter annihilation.

For this reason, Master Huanmie and Master Xuyang abandoned all superfluous words from the very beginning and focused all their efforts on their work.

They were determined to eliminate this powerful and influential Grand Marshal of the Great Qian Dynasty as quickly as possible.

Faced with the full force of the two supreme grandmasters, Lu Xuan simply raised his hand.

His movements were slow, yet he strangely overtook his opponent despite being behind.

With a light touch of the fingertip, countless golden lights suddenly appeared in the void.

"break."

A single, simple word, yet it brought the entire world to a standstill.

The countless Buddha palms suddenly froze, then shattered like a mirror.

Countless streaks of azure sword light disintegrated inch by inch in the air, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.

Master of Illusion's pupils suddenly contracted as he realized with horror that his body was also being suppressed by some kind of force.

"This is impossible!" Master Xuyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his right hand suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"You...you have such power!"

Lu Xuan did not answer.

He simply walked forward slowly, and with each step he took, the two supreme grandmasters would take three steps back.

In an instant, the world suddenly went dark.

Nine towering tiger king phantoms descended from the void, each radiating a suffocating pressure.

The most terrifying thing was the white tiger phantom, whose sharp claws tore space apart like paper!

Master of Illusion's Thousand-Handed Dharma Image froze instantly, his turbid pupils reflecting the world-destroying tiger claws.

Suddenly, he remembered the secret manual hidden deep within the library: "The ultimate martial arts can lead to divine intervention..."

Master Xuyang's face turned ashen, and the whisk in his hand broke into pieces.

He suddenly understood why Lu Xuan could easily break through their killing moves.

This is not the power of a supreme grandmaster at all!

"Land... immortals?!" The two grandmasters exclaimed simultaneously, but their voices abruptly stopped.

Nine illusory tiger claws struck down simultaneously, unleashing a surge of energy like a tsunami.

In their final moments, the two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with despair, resentment, and envy for the legendary realm.

With a deafening roar, the phantom of tiger claws pierced through their protective aura, shredding their bodies into a cloud of blood mist.

The crimson blood droplets hovered in the air, shattered into dust by the lingering power of the Tiger King's phantom, leaving only the empty robes that drifted to the ground.

Before the blood mist had dissipated, Mount Wanfo was already deathly silent.

Suddenly, all three thousand monks knelt down, their Buddhist implements falling to the ground with a clang.

Several elderly monks kowtowed, their foreheads bleeding from the effort, crying out, "Grandmaster...Grandmaster!"

The mournful cries echoed through the mountains, but no one dared to look up and gaze directly at the golden figure.

The 100,000 Tiger Guards were already prostrate on the ground, their armor clashing like a torrential downpour.

The soldiers in the front row even buried their faces deep in the soil, afraid of meeting that gaze.

Xu Feng was left all alone, standing forlornly in the wind, bewildered.
Lu Xuan didn't even spare a glance for these people.

He turned to look at Lu Jinyun and the other two, the gold in his eyes fading and returning to their deep, unfocused state.

“Father…” Lu Jinyun had just opened his mouth when a golden light entered his brow.

A mysterious golden light suddenly appeared around the three of them, their broken meridians reconnected at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their shattered bones automatically returned to their positions.

"Proceed according to the original plan!"

"Li Ming will assist you!"

"If the Great Qian isn't enough, then we'll take over the entire world!"

(End of this chapter)