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

Chapter 304 Frosty Marks

The Persian Ming Cult members heard about Murong Fu's formidable martial arts skills from the returning Fengyun Envoys, which is why they mobilized almost their entire force.

They dispatched the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, the Two Holy Maidens, and the Two Cloud Envoys.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's internal energy was enough to simultaneously force everyone present back into their chairs. And it wasn't a forceful act like forcing a cow to drink water, but rather a quiet, effortless movement, like a gazelle hanging its horns on a tree. Those present were all martial arts masters, and naturally, they could see that Murong Fu's martial arts had reached a state of perfection.

Realizing that even if they joined forces, they might not be able to defeat Murong Fu, they heard from the two envoys of Liuyun that there was another rough man named Qiao Feng, who was very strong and could defeat all three of them by himself.

Moreover, there is also Zhang Sanfeng here.

Among the twelve treasure tree kings, there was someone who originally thought it was just an excuse that the two envoys of Liuyun had made after their defeat.

But only by facing them in person now can one know that what the two said was true, and that Murong Fu was indeed unfathomable.

Murong Fu dispersed his energy, and only then did everyone feel the oppressive feeling of being weighed down by Mount Tai disappear, and they began to breathe heavily.

At this moment, one of the saintesses, slightly older, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, stood up, walked to Murong Fu, performed a Persian greeting, and then spoke in somewhat broken Central Plains Chinese:

"Young Master Murong, I apologize for the rudeness of our Great Sage King and the Fire Master, and express our deepest apologies to you from the Persian Ming Cult."

Murong Fu glanced at the exotic beauty before him; her white robes and pristine attire only fueled his allure.

Seeing her sincere attitude, Murong Fu said, "Okay, Feifei."

"Feifei?" The saintess was taken aback and said, "Young Master Murong, my name is not Feifei."

My name is Roxanne, which means "dawn" in your Central Plains.

"Dawn?" Murong Fu looked at the woman in front of him and said with a smile, "What a nice name."

From now on, I'll call you Li Ming, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

What was the name of the other saintess?

The other saintess looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old. Compared to Li Ming's bright and generous demeanor and her blossoming under restraint, this saintess was more introverted.

She's more like a girl next door, a childhood sweetheart.

"My name is Esther." The woman glanced at Murong Fu, then blushed and lowered her head.

She had always been in the Ming Cult, where the members were mostly strangely shaped old men and women. The younger members had no chance to see the Holy Maiden, let alone leave a deep impression on her.

Naturally, they had never seen such a handsome young man before, and it was hard to imagine that he was actually a highly skilled martial arts master.

She stammered, "The Chinese meaning of this name is 'starlight'."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Dawn... Starlight... are both good names, names that match your beauty."

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At this moment, the King of Fire stood up again and shouted, "Enough! How dare you disrespect the Holy Maiden of our Ming Cult?!"

Your Central Plains Ming Cult is merely a subordinate of our Persian headquarters; do not forget your place.

Murong Fu sighed and said coldly, "Don't you understand yet? I, Murong Fu, am the number one martial arts master in the world, and also the number one emperor of all time."

Today I have conquered the Great Yuan, tomorrow it will be the Western Regions, Persia... and even all the continents of the world.

The land that can be seen and the land that cannot be seen are both the land of my Great Ming.

Your Persian Ming Cult is merely a small church in a corner of the world....:

Since you're all here today, let's get straight to the point. If your Persian Ming Cult submits to me today, everything will be fine. And when I take control of Persia in the future, you will naturally reap great benefits.

"But if your Persian Ming Cult wishes to be an enemy of my Great Ming, none of you will escape today."

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, seeing that the Fire King was about to open his mouth again, he suddenly released his true energy, twisted his body, and threw a straight punch at the Fire King's face.

Upon seeing Murong Fulie's furious and murderous gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine. However, being used to his volatile temper and constant cursing, he was about to say something polite when he discovered that his mouth was paralyzed.

Chang Shengwang, standing beside him, watched helplessly as his hot-tempered old friend exhaled a chilling breath, which then seeped in layers, eventually covering his entire body from head to toe in a thin layer of ice.

He couldn't resist reaching out to check if it was real or fake, but immediately withdrew his hand.

ice!

So cold!

It was colder than the blade of a fine steel knife touched on a freezing winter day.

He looked down and saw that his palm was also covered by a layer of solid ice, just as thin. But when he poked it with his left index and middle fingers together, it did not shatter.

Its hardness is comparable to that of centuries-old ice.

Everyone was astonished. Even Dai Qisi and Xiao Zhao, who had been by Murong Fu's side for a long time, did not know that Murong Fu had such miraculous skills, let alone the Ming Cult members from Persia.

Murong Fu glanced at the miserable state of the Fire King and nodded inwardly.

His move is the sixth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost Marks.

The accumulated frost energy can be used to freeze the opponent's body. If the opponent's true energy is insufficient, multiple strikes and physical contact are required to inject the frost energy into the opponent's body. However, for Murong Fu, who has the strength of a grandmaster, it is only necessary to cover the opponent with frost energy and then use true energy to smash into the opponent's body like a rainstorm.

The Persian Ming Cult members were at a loss. They had not expected that Murong Fu's strength had reached such a level that he could freeze a martial arts master from a distance.

They observed the solid ice, which seemed like a thin layer of ice armor, sealing the Fire King within it.

The Great Sage King and the others covered the solid ice with their true energy, trying to sense the Fire King's aura through the ice, which was as faint as a thread.

He breathed a sigh of relief; after all, this was his old comrade, one of the most important people in the Persian Ming Cult.

If they were killed directly by Murong Fu, their feud with him would be one of endless bloodshed. But judging from Murong Fu's methods, he would likely not rest until they were all wiped out...

He then immediately walked up to Murong Fu and said, "Sect Leader Murong... please forgive my old friend's rudeness."

Murong Fu said calmly, "To get forgiveness, don't you have to show some attitude?"

"Starlight Saintess, what do you say?"

Seeing Murong Fu turn to her, Xingguang looked troubledly at the ice sculpture of the Fire King and the Great Sage King beside him, and said:

"What the leader of the sect said is correct."

Murong Fu patted Xingguang's head, and her body trembled involuntarily.

This time, none of the high-ranking members of the Persian Ming Cult dared to utter a sound, only feeling utterly humiliated. Who would have thought that upon hearing that the three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, had come to the Central Plains, they would be bullied by the leader of the Central Plains Ming Cult, and even have one of them detained?

Now that they have exhausted all their high-level resources, they have suffered even greater humiliation.

Huiyue snorted coldly, not to defend the Persian Ming Cult, but because she knew that her lover had probably taken a fancy to their Persian Ming Cult's holy maiden again.

Murong Fu sat down with an air of authority, and amidst the angry or fearful gazes of the crowd, he took a sip of hot tea.

He then said calmly, "So, where is your attitude?"