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

Murong Hu spoke arrogantly, boasting in the martial arts world that he would take on the other party. Everyone must be an extremely confident person who doesn't take the other party seriously.

But no one around him retorted. The surroundings were chaotic, with all sorts of noises, but Murong Fu still managed to make out the words of some of the people shouting.

"It itches! It's killing me with its itchiness!!!"

"These are the hair-like needles from the Jade Phosphorus Cave. They can kill the throat and attack the heart within an hour; they are the most powerful."

"Oh dear, quickly get the antidote!"

"Where is that scoundrel Sang Tugong? Where is he?"

"Quickly drag him out and get the antidote."

"That scoundrel randomly fired needles, and even my old friend got hurt."

"Where is Lord Sangtu?!"

"Get the antidote quickly! Get the antidote quickly!"

It turned out that Murong Fu used the "Star Shift" technique to catch, neutralize, and send out all the hair-like needles, and many people within a ten-meter radius were poisoned.

Murong Fu ignored the wailing and incapacitated people and kicked the huge bronze cauldron, sending it flying backward and breaking several pine trees.

The Sangtugong inside hadn't expected the other party to be so strong, and that it had come without making a sound. Caught completely off guard, it was thrown around inside the cauldron, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

After realizing what was happening, they immediately escaped from the cauldron through the mechanism.

Murong Fu saw a short man carrying a small cauldron leap out of the cauldron and then disappear into the ground.

Remembering that this Sangtugong seemed to know the art of burrowing underground, I didn't pay much attention to it.

The person in the front row collapsed, but the people behind them were even more furious.

They didn't dare to step forward easily, after all, they all knew that most of the people in this so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering were demons and monsters. They might not be good at other things, but they were masters of various hidden weapons. They were afraid of being accidentally injured by others if they went forward, after all, there were a dozen or twenty people who had been injured before.

So, all sorts of weapons—sleeve arrows, flying stones, dark blue projectiles, poison needles, poison darts—were used on Murong Fu as if they were free.

Murong Fu, however, was not afraid at all. Instead of retreating, he advanced and fully activated his Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique.

In everyday combat, Murong Fu rarely uses the "Star Shift" technique, partly because his innate "Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi" is more convenient.

Secondly, because "Shifting Stars" is a martial art that involves receiving, neutralizing, and releasing attacks. If used in a one-on-one situation, it requires reflecting the opponent's attack back to them exactly as it was received, which is much more troublesome than using "Stepping on the Moon and Leaving Fragrance" to dodge the attack and then stab the opponent with a finger.

However, group battles are completely different. In group battles, one is attacked from all sides, and ordinary people need to be on guard in all directions, keeping their eyes and ears open. This not only takes a lot of mental energy, but also makes them feel restricted in their actions.

However, with the ability to shift stars and change positions, Murong Fu only needs to activate his divine skill to slightly deflect attacks from all directions, or even add more force, so that he can use their force against them and use their own methods against them.

Therefore, while this "shifting stars" technique might be more about showing off than being practical in one-on-one combat, it is a top-tier divine skill in group battles.

The hidden arrows and darts only reached half a foot from Murong Fu before circling around him like fish and then flying away at different angles.

One or two might not be visible to these cave lords and island lords, but now a dense array of hidden weapons, seemingly chaotic yet orderly, completely obscured Murong Fu, causing many to be greatly alarmed.

"This pretty boy has some kind of magic!"

"Back off! Everyone, get out of the way! Don't let any more An Qingzi escape!"

"Retreat! Once his magic fails, we'll use our swords to strike him down and break his spell!"

Before he could finish speaking, all the hidden weapons in front of Murong Fu were launched again.

The force was two times greater than when it came, like a torrential downpour hitting fallen leaves, making the entire forest rustle.

Some hit people, some hit trees, some pierced through trees and then hit people, and some pierced through people and were finally nailed to tree trunks.

For a time, explosions, screams, and pleas for mercy filled the air.

But Murong Fu knew that those who were crying out in pain were only third-rate or even insignificant experts. Anyone with a bit of skill would not have been injured by his completely unaimed hidden weapon.

Sure enough, just as the henchmen were screaming in pain, several people who clearly had the demeanor of experts launched attacks on him from all directions.

Two old men were perched on the treetops ahead, one dressed in a silver robe and the other in a gold robe. The gold and silver colors shimmered brilliantly, extremely magnificent. Such gold and silver robes were never worn by ordinary people; they seemed more like figures on a theatrical stage. Then, a golden light and a silver light shot out from the left like lightning, the sound of them cutting through the air extremely sharp.

Suddenly, Murong Fu heard a whooshing sound from his right, and three long swords came flying down from the ground. The three men used their ground-based sword skills to attack Murong Fu's lower body.

On the left, a long-armed, long-legged man in black stepped forward and opened his large, fan-like hand to grab Murong Fu.

Behind him stood a burly man wielding a strangely shaped, ghost-head-shaped broadsword, which he aimed at Murong Fu's neck.

And then there were long swords and short halberds, soft whips and hard shields, attacking from all sides. At first glance, it seemed like a battle against a siege, but in reality, it was an ambush from all sides. There were enemies everywhere, and swords and spears on every side.

It is unavoidable and impossible to guard against.

Murong Fu, however, was not afraid at all. He instantly activated the Shifting Stars technique, deflecting all the attacks that were aimed at him.

The two ribbons, one gold and one silver, swept past him and pierced the chests of the two people behind Murong Fu.

The three long swords, however, were aimed at the tall man behind Murong Fu.

The man's large, ghost-headed scalpel was aimed at the pair of brothers wielding swords and shields to Murong Fu's left.

Such things happened constantly, and the cave lords and island lords who rushed forward were fortunate enough to return empty-handed, while those who were more unlucky were even accidentally injured by attacks from other cave lords and island lords.

Two brothers dressed in foreign attire struck Murong Fu twice with their soft, unyielding fists.

Suddenly, a soft whip shot up in mid-air and then darted back up; it turned out to be two live snakes.

Xiao Bing, however, emerged from Murong Fu's neck, carrying Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu exhaled a breath of ice, instantly freezing the two hissing fire snakes.

Then Xiao Bing swallowed an ice snake, while Xiao Yu jumped onto another ice snake, absorbed something, and then jumped back.

Upon seeing this, the two brothers immediately prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Murong Fu sighed inwardly, thinking that once the people and beasts around him had grown up, he could simply watch the show from the sidelines and let them solve his problems.

He glanced subconsciously at Murong Lang in Wang Yuyan's arms, wondering when the little guy would be able to fight for his father.

.......

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, those who were still able to move retreated, leaving behind many screaming, defeated soldiers on the ground.

Just then, a long-haired monk with a golden ring on his head, brandishing a monk's knife, charged towards Wang Yuyan and the others.