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

Chapter 341 The Eleventh Finger

Murong Fu's words were once again seen as extremely arrogant by the assembled heroes.

Everyone felt that Shangguan Jin Hong's side was more attractive in comparison.

After all, the other party is a veteran martial arts master who hasn't caused any trouble over the years.

But Murong Fu looked to be only in his early twenties, yet his arrival in the martial world stirred up a bloody storm.

At this moment, the elder leader of the Beggars' Sect suddenly shouted: "Everyone, this Murong Fu harbors evil intentions and is a calamity for our martial arts world. Show us what you are capable of!"

As he spoke, he took out two colorful venomous snakes from his pocket and threw them at Murong Fu.

One person takes action, and countless others follow suit. Murong Fu is now on a high platform, making him a sitting duck in the eyes of everyone.

Although few dared to be the first to do so, throwing out hidden weapons was no burden for the crowd.

In an instant, all sorts of hidden arrows, crossbows, bone-piercing nails, throwing knives, poisonous snakes, and incendiary bombs attacked Murong Fu.

Someone else somehow obtained kerosene and poured it directly onto the platform, setting it ablaze. The fire raged fiercely, adding even more flames to this high platform where blood had been constantly flowing.

In the distance, Shangguan Jin Hong took out his Dragon and Phoenix Mother-Child Rings, but held them in his hand, not releasing them.

Although he said he wanted to fight Murong Fu to the death.

But now, what keeps echoing in his mind is a phrase he always says: "A person is born with two legs, precisely to run away."

He is now planning to flee at any time.

Apart from monks from Shaolin and Wudang, as well as those from small, independent martial arts families with little influence, the larger organizations present did not want Murong Fu to become the leader of the martial arts world. However, some were radical, while others were conservative.

About half of the sects and families launched an attack against Murong Fu, totaling three to four hundred people.

These three or four hundred people had different martial arts skills, techniques, and hidden weapons. From a distance, they looked like a huge army of locusts that blotted out the sky and rushed towards Murong Fu.

Layer upon layer, endlessly.

It is faster and more powerful than crossbows.

But Murong Fu was not afraid at all. He laughed and started to activate the Xuanji Reversal Technique.

A deep blue vortex rose around him, a phenomenon caused by Mingyu's true energy activating the Xuanji Reverse Fate Technique.

This left everyone bewildered and uncertain.

Those hidden weapons, crossbow bolts... even flames were all gathered by Murong Fu's blue vortex and then suddenly shot back in the direction they came from.

With the support of his Grandmaster-level strength and the Xuanji Reversal of Fate Technique, which combines three top-tier martial arts, Murong Fu deflected all the hidden weapons back at the launcher with several times the force.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air.

The explosion and flying of flesh caused by the piercing of the hidden weapon intensified the fear of those who hadn't yet made a move, watching as the bodies of those around them exploded one by one, fearing they would be next.

But after a few breaths, he found that all those who had launched the hidden weapons at Murong Fu were lying on the ground, while he himself was completely unharmed, even covered in blood, severed limbs, and his spleen...

The able-bodied people screamed, while those who were hit could only groan softly.

However, many people continued to provoke Murong Fu, but because he did not have any hidden weapons or had not yet launched them, the rebound of the hidden weapons did not harm them.

But they knew that Murong Fu's supernatural methods could kill hundreds of people at once, and even precisely kill all those who fired hidden weapons at him.

They can be killed easily, of course.

As a result, the crowd dispersed, and many people began to run down the mountain.

Even those from Shaolin and Wudang who didn't attack Murong Fu maintained their distance from others and withdrew from Murong Fu's side.

Since the beginning of time, this martial arts world has never had a martial arts master who could kill hundreds of people with the flick of a finger.

They saw Murong Fu as no longer an ordinary person, nor a martial arts master, but... the Grim Reaper.

The white-clad Grim Reaper who can kill hundreds with a flick of his finger.

Even Sun Xiaohong, who was of noble birth and well-informed, felt a pang of sorrow upon seeing so many corpses around her, and hesitated as she looked at Murong Fu in the distance.

"He... is so amazing..."

She was born into a family of martial arts practitioners. When she got older, she would go out with her grandfather to tell stories and perform for a living. She would always tell stories about the secrets of the martial arts world and go to the places where martial arts practitioners were most concentrated.

So I've been used to seeing dead people since I was a child.

She was afraid before because she had never seen so many people before, but she knew that these people were all Murong Fu's enemies. She had supported Murong Fu from the beginning, so naturally she also supported him in killing these people who attacked him.

Upon seeing Sun Xiaohong's gaze and smile, Murong Fu, who had just killed hundreds of people in the distance, thought to himself: This girl is quite bold.

Chongqi smiled again.

Then he looked at Shangguan Jin Hong, who had already turned around and rushed out with the crowd.

He had decided to run from the start. Only if Murong Fu was injured by the barrage of hidden weapons would he use the Dragon and Phoenix Mother-Child Rings to take Murong Fu's life and gain the attention of everyone present.

Murong Fu was unharmed, while the martial arts heroes who believed him and attacked him were either killed or injured.

Shangguan Jin Hong further realized the gap in martial arts skills between them: "Two legs aren't enough for a person; one should be born with eight!"

At this moment, Murong Fu said softly, "Run? Stay..."

The voice rang in the ears of everyone who had just shown him murderous intent, and everyone who heard it felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

It's already winter, and with ice on top of ice, it's chilling me to the bone from head to toe.

But in the blink of an eye, many people felt the warmth.

It wasn't that I wasn't afraid anymore, but rather that I realized my perspective was spinning, and my hand touched the hot, steaming blood gushing from my neck.

Before losing consciousness, the warmth of the blood still flowing on his body and hands, and Murong Fu's soft words: "Gentle Sword."

At this moment, Murong Fu pulled out a long, soft sword thread with his right hand. It was more than ten feet long and as thin as a spider's silk.

But it is as flexible and nimble as Murong Fu's eleventh finger.

The end of the "finger" extended several feet further, gently tracing across Shangguan Jin Hong's neck.

Without any hindrance or obstruction.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the former second-ranked weapon on the list of weapons. Even after his head and body were severed, he was still able to turn around and look at the gradually blurring figure of Murong Fu on the high platform.

As blood began to gush from his mouth, he murmured, "I should have...never come..."

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These words may lack any sophistication, but they are incredibly true and reflect the innermost thoughts of countless people who have been murdered and lost consciousness before they do so.

But there's no going back in life, and even if there were, it wouldn't be their turn to take it.

The nearly one thousand corpses lying at the scene melted the frost between the bluestone slabs and seeped into the frozen soil beneath.

Nourished by flesh and blood, these stone slabs may become loose and pitted by weeds and other plants next year.

But Master Xinhu had no time to consider such distant matters; he only focused on reciting the scriptures for rebirth in the Pure Land, thus keeping himself from fear.