Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

Wanwan wouldn't budge, and even tightened her grip:

"Don't expect me to let you go until you explain yourself clearly!"

Su Qingfeng knew he couldn't hide it anymore, and he just hoped they wouldn't try anything funny with him after he finished speaking. These women were all incredibly shrewd, and he didn't want to get involved.

"Let go, I said—that's my daughter."

Wanwan was startled, released her grip and turned him around, her face full of surprise:

"Your daughter? You... are an official?"

Su Qingfeng rubbed her neck and replied irritably:

"Yes, I am an official."

Shi Feixuan and the others were also shocked. They had assumed Su Qingfeng was from a noble family, but it turned out he was an official of the Song Dynasty. Judging by the elite troops his daughter led, could he be a general? But this guy clearly didn't know martial arts…

Li**, standing to the side, was also surprised. Although he hadn't entered officialdom, as a third-place scholar (探花), he wasn't ignorant of the court. Su Qingfeng was so young to be an official, and even commanded elite troops—could it be that he inherited his father's title?

Meanwhile, the monks of Xingzilin were surrounding Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, questioning him relentlessly. Most of them had already believed the whistleblower's words, but they still hoped the abbot would deny it, otherwise Shaolin's century-old reputation might be ruined.

Xuanci could never admit it—there were thousands of martial artists present, and if he were to confess, the news would spread throughout the land within days. He couldn't bear the loss of face, and Shaolin couldn't bear such a stain.

After a moment of silence, Xuan Ci slowly looked at Su Yan and began to speak...

"Amitabha Buddha, young benefactor, you say I have a woman, that's nonsense. I don't have a woman at all, don't slander me, lest you bring trouble to your family."

Su Yan hadn't expected the old monk to deny it, and felt even more resentful towards these monks.

"Old monk, you really dare to say you don't have a woman? If I were to reveal that woman's name, you'd be even more embarrassed. You monks are truly nothing but petty thieves."

Xuan Ci stared at Su Yan, wishing he could chop the little girl in half with a single blow. He knew he couldn't wait any longer; if this girl revealed Ye Erniang's name on the spot, he would be utterly disgraced.

Fearing she would reveal more secrets, Xuan Ci hurriedly gave the order:

"Young benefactor, you have repeatedly slandered this old monk. I will seize you first, and then I will reason with your father. Shaolin monks, seize this young benefactor!"

"Yes, Abbot!"

Xiao Feng strode up to Su Yan, glaring at the man who had killed his father and mother, and shouted:

"Xuan Ci, I never imagined you were such a despicable person! Not only are you the murderer of my parents, but now you're even attacking a little girl. Are you trying to silence her?"

Xuan Ci's expression remained unchanged as he said to Xiao Feng:

"Amitabha, this old monk only wanted to teach this outspoken young benefactor a lesson, and did not intend to hurt her."

"You think I'd believe you?"

Seeing that the old Shaolin monk was about to arrest him, Su Yan was furious and pointed at Xuan Ci, angrily threatening him:

"Old monk, are you so enraged that you want to arrest me? I'm standing right here, do you dare to lay a hand on me? I am an official, if you arrest me, you are committing treason! Do you want Shaolin Temple to be wiped out of the Song Dynasty?"

Xuan Ci forced himself to remain calm and said to Su Yan:

"Amitabha Buddha, Shaolin Temple is a prestigious and righteous sect of the Song Dynasty. Even if you are an official, you have no right to arbitrarily accuse Shaolin of treason."

At this moment, the leaders of the surrounding sects all looked at Xuan Ci with disdain. No one had expected that the abbot of Shaolin would be so shameless.

"Xuan Ci, you know perfectly well whether you have a woman or not. But you mustn't touch this little girl."

Abbess Miejue led the group into the arena and spoke to Xuanci with a cold face.

She was very fond of this little girl. Although she was young, she was intelligent and quick-witted, and her cultivation had already reached the fourth level of the Acquired Realm. Miejue had long been considering taking her as a disciple.

"I won't let you touch this little girl."

Huang Yaoshi also stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Su Yan. Ever since he saw Huang Rong appear with this girl, he had felt relieved—Huang Rong being with her meant that she had already won over the young girl.

Huang Yaoshi was delighted to see the little girl. She reminded him of his daughter Huang Rong when she was young, and he immediately decided to take her as his disciple.

Upon seeing her father, Huang Rong exclaimed happily, "Father, what are you doing here?"

Huang Yaoshi said helplessly, "I've always been here, you just didn't notice."

Huang Rong was a little embarrassed: "There are so many people here, it's normal that I didn't see my father."

When Su Yan heard Huang Rong call the old man "father," she grinned and said, "Sister Huang, is this your father? He looks much older than mine."

Huang Rong gently tapped Su Yan's head: "Don't talk about my father like that! Father, you have to help Su Yan later, these monks are not good people."

Huang Yaoshi asked Su Yan with a smile, "Your name is Su Yan, right? Do you have a master?"

Su Yan blinked: "No, my mother taught me all my kung fu."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yaoshi immediately said, "Then would you like to become my disciple? I am a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, would you like to become my apprentice?"

Abbess Miejue hurriedly interjected, "Island Master Huang, what are you doing taking on a female disciple, you grown man! Su Yan, why don't you become a disciple of my Emei Sect? I am the sect leader."

Huang Yaoshi frowned: "Master, I brought this up first. Su Yan and my daughter are good friends, and she has become my disciple, so they can be fellow disciples."

Huang Rong and Su Yan were somewhat helpless to see these two vying to take on disciples at this moment—a group of monks were still eyeing them covetously.

Seeing that Abbess Miejue and Huang Yaoshi had come out to cause trouble, Xuan Ci became anxious, fearing that the situation would get out of control if things dragged on any longer. So he shouted at Su Yan:

"Young benefactor, will you surrender willingly, or shall this old monk take action personally?"

Su Yan sneered, "Old monk, can't you see how many soldiers I have around me? Do you think you can take me down?"

Xuan Ci surveyed the surrounding martial artists and threatened, "Although there are many soldiers, there are even more martial artists here. If Shaolin gives the order, they will deal with these troops themselves."

Su Yan glanced at the people who had just attacked Xiao Feng, who seemed genuinely intending to make a move, and then raised his head and said:

"Old monk, it seems you're determined to rebel. I'll go back and have my father lead troops to raze Shaolin to the ground!"

"Since you refuse to surrender obediently, don't blame this old monk for being impolite. Fellow martial artists, today I urge you to lend Shaolin a hand and capture this little girl who spreads heresy. Shaolin will surely repay you handsomely in the future."

"Alright! Let's help Abbot Xuanci capture this little demoness!"

"That's right, we absolutely cannot let this bewitching little vixen escape!"

"Little vixen, surrender now! Or don't blame us for taking action!"

"Go! Help Abbot Xuanci capture them!"

……

A group of martial arts practitioners and Shaolin monks gradually gathered around, all hoping to seize the opportunity to capture Su Yan in order to curry favor with Shaolin, and perhaps even learn some Shaolin kung fu from Abbot Xuanci in the future.

At this moment, more than 300 martial artists and Shaolin monks were preparing to make their move, and the 500 or 600 people who had previously besieged Xiao Feng also surrounded him again.

Abbess Miejue and Huang Yaoshi immediately became alert. Although they outnumbered each other, there were also many martial artists around them. They could only do their best to protect the young girl, Su Yan.

"Commander Gu".

"Your subordinate is here, Princess."

"Pass down the order: prepare for battle. Today, every martial artist who attacks me will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, sir!"

Upon receiving the order, Gu Changfeng immediately issued a loud command to the Xuanwu Legion:

"Black Tortoise Legion, heed my command—form formation: Charge!"

The soldiers moved at the command, erecting towering shields around the perimeter. Behind the shields stood soldiers with spears and swords, and further back, rows of crossbowmen wielding military crossbows. Su Yan, protected within the shields, was completely surrounded by layers of massive shields, unable to see anything outside.

The onlookers, mostly martial arts practitioners, quickly retreated, fearing they would be drawn into this battle between martial arts practitioners and the imperial army. Many were also secretly alarmed: the Shaolin Temple dared to gather martial arts practitioners to fight against the imperial troops; they would likely face trouble in the future.

Beside an apricot grove, at a table, a beautiful woman asked the middle-aged man beside her:

"Second Uncle, shouldn't we go help that little girl?"

The middle-aged man looked at the impending battle and shook his head:

"Yu Zhi, this is a matter for the Song Dynasty. We come from the Sui Dynasty, so let us observe from the sidelines and not interfere."

"Alright, Second Uncle."

Just then, the group that had been besieging Xiao Feng made their move first:

"Kill! These imperial soldiers are all accomplices to evil; Xiao Feng must die today!"

"Crossbowmen, prepare—fire!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Arrows rained down, and screams of agony filled the air.

After a volley of crossbow bolts, more than two hundred of the five or six hundred martial artists who had charged forward had fallen. The remaining men, however, refused to retreat and continued to charge forward despite the rain of arrows.

The Shaolin monks and the martial arts practitioners who came to help rushed forward, intending to follow Xiao Feng's men to capture the girl.

"Prepare the crossbows and fire freely in a crisscross pattern to kill these martial arts practitioners."

Whoosh whoosh—

Crossbow bolts flew out from all directions. Although the martial artists managed to dodge one or two, they could not withstand the dense rain of arrows. Before they could even reach the front of the Xuanwu Legion, nearly half of them had already been killed.

Gu Changfeng watched as the martial arts figures drew ever closer, and scoffed disdainfully:

"You're courting death. Spears ready—throw!"

As the martial arts practitioners were about to rush in, a cruel smile appeared on Gu Changfeng's lips. He would see the "lamb skewers" again—these martial arts practitioners were skilled, but they had no idea how terrifying an army could be.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

At the command, the soldiers hurled their spears with all their might. The martial artists charging forward had no time to react before being pierced through by the spears. Some spears even impaled several people, their flesh and blood still connected.

"Ah! Help me, help me..."

"My legs! Devils... these soldiers are devils!"

"Stop fighting! Pull me away!"

"Cough cough... Let's retreat! This is beyond our capabilities..."

Spears were thrown continuously, and the deaths and injuries grew increasingly gruesome. Seeing several people strung together, their intestines spilling out, some of the onlookers from the martial arts world couldn't help but vomit.

"Don't panic! Get close to them immediately! Crossbows and spears are useless now; it's time for our martial arts comrades to fight!"

Gu Changfeng sneered upon hearing this:

"Naive. The Xuanwu Legion is not as simple as you think."

"Black Tortoise Legion—Shield Formation, activate!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The soldiers wielding giant shields quickly formed a square formation, with the shields protecting them on all sides and above them, resembling giant tortoises lying on the ground.

The martial artists rushed to the edge of the formation and were stunned to see several impenetrable shield formations. They swung their swords fiercely, but the shields remained completely undamaged.

Just as they were about to attack again, crossbow bolts suddenly shot out from inside the shield formation, felling the men outside the formation one by one.

The remaining less than two hundred martial artists were filled with fear and huddled together, too afraid to attack again. But even as they stopped, the crossbow bolts from within the shield formation continued to rain down, claiming lives relentlessly.

Lin Shiyin unconsciously tightened her grip on Su Qingfeng's hand, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Su Qingfeng, your team is really amazing. How did you train them?" Wanwan looked at the army with shining eyes.

Zhao Min looked intently at the Xuanwu Legion, surprised that Su Qingfeng possessed such a powerful army. She couldn't help but probe, "Su Qingfeng, how many such formidable troops do you have in total?"

Zhou Zhiruo and Shi Feixuan were equally surprised. Su Qingfeng looked listless and didn't seem like a general who could lead troops into battle at all. Instead, he looked like an idle rich kid.

At this moment, Li** had quietly infiltrated the vicinity of the Xuanwu Legion. Su Qingfeng had previously asked him to secretly protect Su Yan, and witnessing the legion's battle, he was secretly alarmed: if there were tens of thousands of such soldiers, even a Grandmaster would probably find it difficult to escape.

Su Qingfeng was actually worried that a Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster-level expert might be hiding nearby. Even with Xiao Feng, Huang Yaoshi, and Abbess Miejue present, he was still uneasy, which is why he privately asked Li** for help. Unexpectedly, the other party readily agreed, rendering Su Qingfeng's pre-prepared explanation useless.

Su Qingfeng heard what the women were saying but didn't respond. Aside from Lin Shiyin, who was rather simple-minded, the others probably all wanted to extract military intelligence from him. Su Qingfeng had no intention of revealing any information.

Under the tight protection of the Xuanwu Army formation, Su Yan could not see outside, but he could hear the battle cries gradually weakening, and knew that those martial arts practitioners had been almost wiped out.