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

Chapter 345 This child must not be kept!

Shaolin Temple, the side hall for receiving guests.

It's now packed with people, all from well-known sects and families in the martial arts world.

But now their former pride and confidence have vanished, replaced by fear and anxiety.

They dared not flatter each other or talk to themselves as usual, nor did they dare to sit comfortably in their chairs. Instead, they sat upright, their eyes constantly looking towards the door, wondering when Murong Fu, who could kill a thousand people with a flick of his finger, would arrive.

Murong Fu strolled over and encountered Master Xinmei in the Great Buddha Hall.

Murong Fu asked, "Master, how many people have come this time?"

Xinmei said, "Less than... half."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "That's quite a lot."

He knew in his heart that these people were used to being domineering in the martial arts world, and they acted like big shots wherever they went. The fact that they were all killed in the martial arts tournament must mean they had all sorts of ulterior motives.

Having no foundation, it's definitely not something that can subdue all heroes simply by displaying unparalleled martial arts skills, as it did in the world of Tianlong.

The people here are more calculating, and it takes greater pressure to make them submit.

But Murong Fu didn't care much. After all, he had been emperor for so many years, why would he care about such a trivial matter?

Next time we come, we'll bring Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, and the others along; they're all fast on their feet anyway.

However, they lack their own decisiveness in killing. They probably wouldn't be able to wipe out an entire family, but it wouldn't be a problem for them to go door to door and subdue them one by one.

Murong Fu and Xinmei walked a few steps to the side hall where everyone was gathered. Bathed in sunlight, Murong Fu stepped across the threshold and was taken aback when he saw the layers of people sitting, standing, and kneeling in the room.

Murong Fu asked, "Master, are there really this many people?"

Master Xinmei said, "Yes, this is with every family having someone collecting the bodies."

Murong Fu nodded and said to the men who had been intimidated by his imposing presence, "Get up."

He then looked around, his eyes sweeping across everyone's faces.

The room fell silent for a moment, stunned by Murong Fu's presence. After what seemed like an eternity, they heard Murong Fu's voice: "You have come to attend my gathering, Murong Fu, as a gesture of respect."

Anyone who only wants to collect the corpses and doesn't want to support me as the leader of the martial arts alliance can leave now.

If you want revenge, you can stay.

""

Before Murong Fu could finish speaking, more than a hundred people had already walked out the door, but they passed by Murong Fu without even breaking a sweat.

They came solely to collect the corpses; many of them were even powerless and marginalized figures within the sect.

Other important disciples and elders are still busy vying for fame and fortune within the sect, fighting for control of the sect, and have even divided up gold, silver, secret manuals, and other valuables to go their separate ways.

Despite having no power or influence within their sects or families, their desire to bring back the remains of their elders and masters is a rare act of gratitude in the martial arts world.

Murong Fu wouldn't make things too difficult for them; he'd let them talk to their brother Qiao later.

The remaining people, of course, had already discussed and agreed upon during their time in the family.

The story of Murong Fu killing a thousand people with a flick of his finger at Shaolin Temple has become a widely known and sensational event in the martial arts world.

Moreover, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang have already submitted to Murong Fu. Unlike those sects that chose to split up and flee, they either couldn't bear to part with their ancestors' legacy, or they were too deeply involved to separate, or they felt that even if they fled, they probably wouldn't be able to live in peace.

Therefore, they chose to stay here and see what Murong Fu really wanted, and then cooperate with him.

The above two groups represent the vast majority of people, but more than ten people still stood up and glared angrily at Murong Fu.

Although they had heard of Murong Fu's supernatural ability to kill thousands with a flick of his finger, some did not believe it, while others were willing to die for revenge for their masters and elders who had been killed by Murong Fu.

Murong Fu looked at the dozen or so people standing in front of him, most of whom were teenagers, while the one closest to him was a boy with a big head and fierce eyes.

His eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu asked, "What's your name?"

The boy gritted his teeth and said, "Tang Shisan!"

Murong Fu then asked, "Whom of yours did I kill?"

Tang Shisan said, "My esteemed teacher!"

Murong Fu nodded and then asked, "You want to avenge him?"

Tang Shisan said, "My teacher is like a father to me; the hatred for the murderer of my father is irreconcilable. I wish I could drink the blood of my enemy!"

Murong Fu said, "Do you have the ability to kill me now?"

Tang Shisan said, "I don't have any now, but a gentleman takes revenge after ten years..."

""

Before Tang Shisan could finish speaking, Murong Fu flicked his finger, and a sword aura pierced through Tang Shisan's brow, completely destroying his brain and turning it into a mess.

"You're not a gentleman, you're a fool. You haven't even lived ten years... Master, this kid is quite filial for avenging his master. Take him out and give him a proper burial."

Murong Fu thought to himself, "Your name sounds too much like a protagonist's; this child must not be allowed to live!"

Although I am not afraid, if I were to damage my martial arts alliance or my country in the future, it would be too late for regrets.

Since the decision to kill and establish authority was made that day, it must be carried out. Although this killing may seem to result in many deaths at first glance, it actually establishes a new, more orderly martial arts world, thus reducing the number of deaths.

Murong Fu viewed this matter from the perspective of a superior and a person in charge, so naturally he had different opinions from others.

The body was carried away by two young monks summoned by Xinmei, and Murong Fu turned to look at the remaining dozen or so people.

They were all terrified by Murong Fu and were completely disoriented; some even knelt down.

After all, there are many people who dare to hate, but very few who dare to confront hatred directly in the face of power.

Murong Fu asked, "Do you still want to kill me?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

"In no mood."

"Alliance Leader Murong, please spare us..."

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Several people immediately shouted out.

Where there are cowards, there are also warriors; four men still glared angrily at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't even ask any more questions, and killed them all while they were still in shock.

He also killed several people who had a very low opinion of him.

This way, the meeting can begin.

After all the bodies of these people were carried out.

Murong Fu said, "You may not know why I summoned you to Shaolin."

No one dared to answer, as if Murong Fu was the only person in the room.

"I am saving you."

Originally, I wanted to eradicate all the sects that opposed me, leaving none alive.

But later, the Shaolin master advised me to give people a chance to correct their ways and do good.

Therefore, I have found you and given you a chance to atone for your sins.

Murong Fu's words were very domineering, but many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people were secretly glancing outside the door, some with a hint of schadenfreude.

I told you to leave, but you'll all be punished later!

That's just how people are; they feel happy when they see others suffer.