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

Chapter 281 Black Spider Web

The Prince of Ruyang feigned composure and asked, "What should a loyal minister do? What should a virtuous minister do?"

Murong Fu gestured for him to drink the tea, otherwise it would get cold. After the Prince of Ruyang took a sip, Murong Fu refilled his cup and said casually:

"If the Prince of Ruyang wishes to be a loyal subject of the Great Yuan, he can return to his fiefdom and enjoy himself for a few more months. When my Ming Cult army arrives at the city gates, he can bravely face death. When I am compiling the history books, I will have the historians give special praise to the Prince of Ruyang's bravery."

If you wish to become a virtuous minister of the Ming Dynasty, then join the Ming Cult from this day forward and serve me as your sovereign. From this day forward, follow me in rising up and you will gain merit in supporting the emperor and become a founding hero.

His name will be remembered for eternity.

Reason told Chahantemur that the man before him was a madman, but his keen eyes, honed over years in officialdom, clearly told him that the man before him was no ordinary person, but possessed grand ambitions to conquer the world, and was not some mad villager.

Wang Baobao was so shocked by Murong Fu's words that he couldn't say anything, while the Prince of Ruyang said in a deep voice:

"Young Master Murong, how can we believe you can succeed in your rebellion?"

Murong Fu said, "Ordinary martial artists are unable to deal with organized armies, especially those with archers."

The reason is that human strength has its limits.

But after becoming a grandmaster, one's true energy connects with the outside world, endlessly regenerating.

As he spoke, Murong Fu pointed to a huge rock in the distance.

The life force condensed from the surrounding flowers and plants, forming a natural sword that sliced ​​towards the boulder.

The transparent sword energy silently and invisibly sliced ​​the boulder in two.

Murong Fu used his inner energy to separate the two halves, the cut surface of which was as smooth as a mirror.

Murong Fu thought about it again. What could two ordinary people with mortal eyes possibly understand?

He said to them, "Come with me."

As he spoke, he connected with the giant eagle that was sleeping on the back mountain and called it over.

A moment later, his figure appeared in the air.

Murong Fu said to Zhao Min, "Your father and brothers will be back at lunchtime."

Then, with one in each hand, they lifted them up and walked on the air to the back of the giant eagle.

Murong Fu looked at the two trembling figures and said:

"Enough talk. I'll show you how I kill Tartars."

He then commanded the giant eagle to fly to the nearest Yuan army camp, which was a hundred miles away. However, for the giant eagle, which could ignore the terrain and had powerful wings and innate internal strength, it took less than two incense sticks to reach its destination.

This was a large Yuan army camp with 10,000 soldiers, plus conscripts and laborers, totaling about 30,000 people.

Murong Fu stopped the giant eagle several hundred meters in the air and asked the two men, whose bodies were already a little numb from the cold, "Look at this, isn't this the elite of your Yuan army?"

The Prince of Ruyang nodded, and Wang Baobao quickly agreed.

Murong Fu then said, "Then come closer and let me show you whether I have the ability to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty."

The golden eagle was then lowered to a distance of about fifty meters above the ground.

At this moment, some sharp-eyed soldiers below spotted the giant eagle.

While his keen eyesight was a factor, the eagle's enormous size also played a part. When Murong Fu first saw the eagle, it was already two meters tall with a wingspan of over three meters.

Now the eagle's arm span has exceeded four meters, and with its feathers growing out and its appearance becoming fuller, it looks even more majestic and prosperous.

"Young Master Murong, getting this close will get you shot down. They have siege crossbows! They have ballistae!"

At that moment, the army commander saw such a large eagle and naturally thought it was an auspicious sign.

He planned to injure him with a crossbow bolt so he could present the wound to his superior or even the emperor.

Because the eagle's feathers were long, the three people peeking out from behind it were not seen.

Wang Baobao echoed his father, saying, "Yes, Young Master Murong, let's hurry up and go up."

Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "No need."

He then settled the father and son on the eagle's back, walked on air, and reached the eagle's side.

The officer below saw a person suddenly appear, seemingly floating in mid-air, and stand upright. He then addressed the deputy general:

"Is that a person?"

The lieutenant was also stunned. At a distance of about fifty meters, it was naturally easy for someone like them, who was skilled in riding and archery, to see clearly.

But he wasn't sure, and hesitated before saying, "It seems so..."

At this moment, Murong Fu's voice came from above:

"I am Murong Fu, the leader of the Ming Cult, and the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

I have come today to annihilate you.

But I know that some of you are not soldiers, and some soldiers did not want to join the army...

I will count to three. Those who kneel on the ground within those three counts will be spared from death.

three!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, completely baffled as to what this person meant or why someone could stand in the sky.

As for the terms "Ming Cult Leader," "Emperor of the Ming Dynasty," and "Extermination," they were completely baffled.

"Is this guy a magician? I've seen him at the market. He even has this so-called magic rope that can make you climb to the sky. It's all a lie."

"Heh, calling themselves emperors? I know the Ming Cult. It's a sect from the Western Regions with fewer than ten thousand members. It's nothing special."

"Hehe, look, there are actually some cowards kneeling on the ground."

Those lowly people...

Prince Ruyang and Wang Baobao also had many doubts about Murong Fu's words.

But given its ability to levitate and its enormous eagle nature, they couldn't afford to question it lightly.

"—"

After counting to three, it was only a few breaths. Murong Fu counted at a moderate pace, but everyone could hear him clearly.

Some martial arts practitioners naturally know that their internal strength is extremely high, but most of them don't take it seriously.

Only a few people knelt on the ground, while the majority remained standing.

The army officer then shouted:

"Finished counting?! Traitors and rebels deserve to be killed by everyone!"

"Archers, fire!!"

Meanwhile, the archers were not idle either. They had already equipped their bows and arrows, and upon hearing their commander's order, the crossbow bolts flew out like locusts in the sky, heading straight for Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's true energy formed a shield, and with a shift in his power, the upward force turned downward, shooting towards the archers, causing casualties immediately.

Although the number is small, it still causes anxiety.

Murong Fu then pointed, and the deathly aura on the dead soldier condensed into black sword energy, which randomly pierced through the throats and chests of the soldiers around him.

The aura of death emanating from the dead soldier condensed into a sword, which continued to pierce through the still-living soldiers.

In just a few breaths, all the soldiers' bodies seemed to be connected by a huge black spider web.

Everyone is like a tiny insect on a spider's web, their life force drained, leaving only an empty shell.

"Go down."

Murong Fu said calmly, and then the giant eagle descended.

Now all the soldiers who hadn't knelt were dead, their blood soaking the cold earth until it was hot.