Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 274 Exchange

Hebi Weng was alright; although his nose was broken, it was only a minor external injury. However, Lu Zhangke was knocked into Murong Hai's arms by a powerful slam.

Breathing, heartbeat, and thinking all stopped to some extent.

How can someone have such strength?!

After rolling into the crowd behind him and crushing several people, Lu Zhangke was filled with doubt and shock. He then spat out a mouthful of blood, but felt much better afterward.

After all, his internal strength was profound, and although this attack injured him, it was only a minor injury.

He was burning with rage, but also extremely cautious about his next move. Upon hearing Murong Fu's order and seeing two ridiculously large eagles and monkeys appear out of nowhere, Lu Zhangke waved his hand and said:

"Charge! Rescuing the princess will be rewarded handsomely, and killing Murong Fu, Yang Xiao, and these brats will also be richly rewarded!!!"

After the Mongols unified the country, they exploited the regions to the bone, and the Mongol nobles obtained a great deal of gold, silver and jewels. Therefore, the rewards from the Ruyang Lord's Mansion were always generous. Otherwise, so many Jianghu people would not have risked their infamy to serve them.

A great reward is bound to attract a man to his death.

Traitors from all walks of life, from the Central Plains to the Western Regions, young and old, men and women, rushed to join forces.

But then a gray-brown lightning bolt darted into the crowd. It was the giant eagle, whose internal strength already possessed innate power. Combined with its innate physical advantages, its strength at this moment surpassed that of an ordinary top-tier master.

Neither swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, nor even tridents could break through his iron feathers.

With a sweep of its wings, a huge, strange wind was generated. Ordinary people would be blown down by this wind, and martial arts masters would have their tendons and bones broken by a single blow from these iron wings.

Its giant claws are unmatched; even iron shields and bronze helmets are crushed to dust, let alone flesh and blood.

Having just learned a little martial arts, Cangshan was quick-witted and knew that there was a big gap in strength between him and the giant eagle. So he used his speed to pick up various weapons on the ground and throw them at the experts of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion from a distance.

Having lived as a monkey for a hundred years, he had honed his throwing skills, which even monkeys possessed, to perfection, making them extremely effective. The heroes wanted to approach and injure him, but they found that members of the Ming Cult and Wudang Taoists had also stepped forward.

Murong Fu's children were all highly skilled. In fact, without Murong Fu and Zhang Sanfeng even lifting a finger, these juniors, subordinates, and pets had already thoroughly defeated the experts that the Ruyang Prince's Mansion had accumulated over the decades.

Among them, the ones who struck the hardest were the giant eagle and Cangshan.

The giant eagle's physical advantage is too great, making all enemies seem like paper; Cangshan's throws are always accurate, and the opponents' weapons are all top-of-the-line, resulting in exceptionally high damage when thrown.

The younger generation, although highly skilled in martial arts, are not ruthless in their attacks. They lack combat experience and skills, so their attacks are not particularly powerful.

The Ming Cult members were even worse off. First, their movement skills were inferior to those of the children who had learned the "Stepping on the Moon and Leaving Fragrance" and "Lingbo Steps." They also had to be careful to dodge Cangshan's throws. By the time they arrived to take a look, the battle was already over.

With a knife stuck in his shoulder, Lu Zhangke looked at the strange group in front of him and was so angry that his nose was crooked.

He clearly possessed the Xuanming Divine Palm, a divine skill, but he couldn't fully utilize it.

The opponent seems to be practicing some kind of extremely powerful and yang martial art, even somewhat like the legendary Nine Yang Divine Skill.

He risked a knife to his shoulder to strike the opponent's chilling aura, but it immediately melted away without causing any harm from the cold poison. In fact, the huge eagle also possessed internal energy. He had never imagined that animals could cultivate internal strength. Seeing this today, he treated Lu Zhang with utmost politeness.

Looking back now, hundreds of martial arts masters were either dead or wounded, and the rest were not advancing, having lost the courage to fight the Ming Cult.

This is before Zhang Sanfeng and Murong Fu even intervened.

Everyone in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion knew that they had been defeated, utterly defeated.

But this was a defeat in martial arts; they still had a backup plan!

Ah Da gave Ah Er and Ah San a wink, and the two understood. They then ordered the soldiers behind them to get moving.

Ah Da shouted to Murong Fu and the others, "Sect Leader Murong, if you pity their lives, then hand over the princess."

As they spoke, they saw that the members of the Wudang and Emei sects who had besieged Bright Peak a month earlier were all bound hand and foot and pushed to the front by the Yuan soldiers.

Those so-called martial arts masters were happy to have someone stand in front of them; they never wanted to see such a huge eagle again in their lives. "Master, your disciple is useless..." Song Yuanqiao's clothes were tattered, but his face was relatively clean.

It turned out that he had been harmed by Zhao Min and others using the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder. This poison was colorless and odorless. Once the effects of the medicine took hold, his whole body would feel weak and sore. Although he could move normally after a few days, he could not exert any internal strength.

They then bound his hands behind his back with water-soaked rubber bands and acupunctured his major pressure points. The Wudang disciples were completely helpless.

They hadn't suffered any bullying these past few days, and were originally arranged to stay in a temple. But because Zhao Min was kidnapped by Murong Fu, A'da and the others took it upon themselves to bring the Wudang and Emei people over.

The Wudang people knew him because he was Zhang Zhenren's disciple, a fact known to everyone in the martial arts world. Zhang Zhenren had no children, so there was little difference between a disciple and a son.

The Emei disciples, on the other hand, had learned that Murong Fu had initially met Emei disciples and joined their group. A disciple surnamed Ding from the Emei sect said that a female disciple named Zhou Zhiruo was very close to Murong Fu, the leader of the Demonic Sect. Therefore, at this moment, besides Song Yuanqiao and other second-generation Wudang disciples, the people pushed to the front were Abbess Miejue and Zhou Zhiruo.

Each of them had a long sword around their neck. Apart from Song Yuanqiao apologizing to Zhang Sanfeng at the beginning, the other Wudang disciples were all dejected, knowing that they had all fallen into the Tartars' trap and brought shame to Wudang. They had even become a handle for the Tartars to threaten Wudang.

Zhang Wuji looked at Song Yuanqiao and the others, as well as Zhou Zhiruo, with a worried expression.

Zhou Zhiruo, however, looked at Murong Fu with tears in her eyes and anticipation in her eyes.

Abbess Miejue stood up straight, her eyes closed as if in deep meditation.

She was not yet fifty years old, and although her martial arts skills were only second-rate, she had long since disregarded life and death. At this moment, however, she was filled with self-reproach for her dereliction of duty, which had plunged Emei into a crisis of annihilation, and she had nothing to say.

Ah Da shouted again, "If you release Princess Zhao Min, we might consider not killing them; otherwise, they will all die!"

The sound was amplified by his internal energy, and everyone present could hear it.

Many of the young Taoist priests from Wudang were so distressed to see their master and uncles being held hostage that they almost cried. They all looked towards Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng then asked Murong Fu, saying, "Young Master Murong..." implying that the decision should be made by Murong Fu, since Zhao Min was brought by him.

All eyes turned to Murong Fu again; everyone knew that this decision was made by him.