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

Hong Qigong stepped forward and said to Xiao Feng, "Xiao Feng, you killed your master and adoptive parents. The Beggars' Clan will capture you today. If you feel you have been wronged, the Beggars' Clan can help you investigate this matter."

Seeing more and more martial arts masters stepping forward, Xiao Feng, having seen through the hypocrisy of these so-called righteous sects, angrily said, "Fine, fine! You truly are righteous sects. I, Xiao Feng, was blind before, actually believing you were all chivalrous heroes. Those who want to arrest me and Su Yatou, come at me!"

Xiao Feng said coldly, "Today, I, Xiao Feng, will unleash a massacre. Even if it soils my hands, I will feel great after slaughtering you hypocrites—from now on, the martial world will finally have one less sanctimonious scoundrel!"

Before the words were finished, more than twenty people suddenly burst into the apricot grove and walked straight to the center of the crowd. One of them laughed loudly:

"We've also come to lend Abbot Xuanci a hand! We've long disliked Xiao Feng, and that little girl too—we must capture her today!"

Xiao Feng's gaze swept across the group, and his heart tightened. Each of the newcomers possessed a profound aura; two were Grandmasters, and the rest were all experts at least at the sixth level of the Innate Realm. He vaguely felt that these people looked familiar, quite similar to the group that had previously attempted to assassinate him. He immediately asked warily:

"I, Xiao, have no prior grudges against any of you. Why have I come here?"

The leader pointed at Xiao Feng, his face full of indignation:

"We are merely righteous individuals from the martial world who couldn't stand by and watch! Your murder of your master and adoptive parents is an outrage against heaven and earth; today we will make you pay with your life!"

Xiao Feng remained silent. He knew that further explanation would be useless at this point; this group had clearly come prepared and would not give up easily. He turned and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Huang Yaoshi and Abbess Miejue.

"Island Master Huang, Abbess, today's events are all because of me. I implore you both to protect Su Yan and not let her be implicated by me."

Huang Yaoshi nodded and said, "Don't worry, with me here, Su girl will be fine."

Abbess Miejue also touched her sword and laughed, "Su Yan is the disciple of an old friend. Although I have not yet reached the Grandmaster level, with the Heaven-Slaying Sword in hand, even ordinary Grandmasters would find it difficult to get close to her. I will protect this child."

At this moment, six grandmasters, dozens of innate experts, and nearly a thousand acquired martial artists had gathered around Xuan Ci. Xuan Ci looked around, secretly pleased with himself.

Looking at Xiao Feng's side, only he and Huang Yaoshi were Grandmasters, while Abbess Miejue was only at the ninth level of the Innate Realm. Although the two thousand Black Armored Army soldiers were quite troublesome, Xuan Ci believed he already had the upper hand. He stepped forward and said slowly to Xiao Feng:

"Xiao Feng, if you surrender now, this old monk may spare that young benefactor."

Xuan Ci had already made a plan in mind—he had to defeat them one by one. That girl surnamed Su could not be allowed to live, otherwise his secret would be exposed sooner or later; once he found out the whereabouts of her parents, he had to eliminate them as well.

Hearing this, Huang Rong noticed that Xiao Feng seemed to be wavering, and quickly raised her voice:

"What a hypocritical monk! You're just trying to divide us and deal with us one by one! Xiao Feng, Su Yan knows Xuan Ci's background; he will never let her go. Don't fall for his trick!"

Hearing Huang Rong's words, Xiao Feng secretly felt fortunate. If he had truly surrendered, a despicable man like Xuan Ci would certainly not have let Su Yan go. He immediately said in a deep voice, "Miss Huang is right. Xuan Ci, if you want to fight, then fight! Even if we die, we will not let you get away with it!"

Xuan Ci hadn't expected his scheme to be seen through by Huang Yaoshi's daughter. His expression changed slightly, and he said coldly, "Since that's the case, don't blame us for being impolite. Prince Zhennan, you are an expert in military formations, so you will command the innate and acquired martial artists here to deal with those black-armored soldiers. The five of us will focus on attacking Xiao Feng and his group."

Duan Zhengchun's spirits lifted, and he replied loudly, "Alright, the Black Armor Army is ours to handle!" After saying that, he turned around and called to the martial arts practitioners to prepare to form a battle formation to meet the enemy.

Xuan Ci turned to Hong Qigong and smiled slightly: "Chief Hong, I'll leave the task of dealing with Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic."

Hong Qigong glanced at Xiao Feng and nodded in agreement: "Alright, this old beggar also wants to learn from the Eastern Heretic's skills." Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped to Huang Yaoshi's side, his face still carrying the same kind expression as before, and advised: "Brother Huang, I hope you can withdraw from this matter."

Upon seeing that the visitor was Hong Qigong, who was once known for his integrity, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but sneer: "Hong Qigong, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Someone like you is not worthy to be my friend, Huang Yaoshi."

Hong Qigong's face stiffened, but he still said, "Brother Huang, Xiao Feng killed his master and adoptive parents. Shouldn't this old beggar have captured him?"

Huang Yaoshi burst into laughter: "Hong Qigong, do you really think everyone here is a fool? Your insistence on Xiao Feng's death today is merely a ploy to merge the Northern and Southern Beggar Clans—but you've misjudged human nature. Even without its leader and a few elders, the remaining elders of the Northern Beggar Clan will never agree to a merger, and its countless members will certainly not allow the Southern Beggar Clan to swallow them up!"

Hong Qigong looked slightly uneasy, glanced around, and said forcefully, "This is an internal matter of my Beggars' Sect, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Then let's begin." Huang Yaoshi, too lazy to say more, flicked his jade flute and launched an attack on Hong Qigong. "Dragon Tail Sweep!"

With a loud crash, the two were locked in combat.

On the other side, although Xiao Feng wanted to directly attack Xuan Ci, there were still three Grandmaster-level experts present, which was far beyond what Abbess Miejue alone could handle. At this moment, although Su Yan was protected by layers of Black Armor Army soldiers, thousands of martial artists were watching him with predatory eyes, and these troops could not spare any effort to help Abbess Miejue.

Despite being heavily guarded, Xuan Ci raised his voice: "Xiao Feng, you now only have one Grandmaster left, while we have four. The Black Armor Army will soon be tied down by our fellow martial artists—do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

Su Yan shouted loudly from within the army ranks, "Old monk! If you dare to arrest me or deal with Uncle Xiao, my father will never let you get away with it!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci simply smiled faintly.

"Young benefactor, this old monk will subdue you soon. I doubt even your father can do anything to us martial artists." "Oh? You old bald monk, do you really think I can't handle you martial artists?"

Su Qingfeng led Shi Feixuan, Wanwan and others from a distance. As soon as they got close, they heard Xuan Ci's words, and their faces immediately darkened.

Su Yan stared blankly at her father, who had suddenly appeared, not expecting him to come to the apricot grove. Remembering the trouble she had caused by sneaking out, she guiltily asked, "Father, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Su Qingfeng, Gu Changfeng immediately knelt on one knee: "Gu Changfeng, commander of the Xuanwu Legion, pays respects to Your Majesty!" "Paying respects to Your Majesty!" The two thousand Xuanwu Legion soldiers around him saluted in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Standing beside Su Qingfeng, Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, Lin Shiyin, Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhao Min were all somewhat bewildered by the way the black-armored soldiers addressed Su Qingfeng. They had never imagined that Su Qingfeng, who usually seemed so carefree and unrestrained, was actually a nobleman in the Song Dynasty, second only to a king, and wielded military power—it was truly unimaginable.

Li**, hiding in the shadows, was equally shocked. Although he had guessed that Su Qingfeng was no ordinary person, he had not expected that the other party was actually a nobleman in charge of the army, and so young, whose future achievements were probably limitless.

At this moment, the various martial arts figures in the Apricot Grove also heard the soldiers' words and all looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared. No one had expected that he was actually a powerful nobleman. Everyone thought to themselves: "That old monk Xuanci has really gotten himself into trouble this time; even the Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty might be implicated."

Xuan Ci's voice trembled slightly as he looked at Su Qingfeng: "You...you are this young benefactor's father? And you are a nobleman?"

Seeing the Black Armor Army's respectful attitude towards Su Qingfeng, Xuan Ci knew he had gotten himself into serious trouble. If this matter was not handled properly, not only would he be disgraced, but the century-old foundation of the Shaolin Temple in the Song Dynasty could also be destroyed.

Su Qingfeng waved to the Xuanwu Legion, signaling them to stand up, then coldly looked at Xuan Ci: "Xuan Ci, I knew you monks were hypocritical, but I didn't expect you to be even more despicable. Sure enough, the old monk who could lay a hand on a young girl back then is still just as despicable as ever."

Xuan Ci forced out a Buddhist chant and said awkwardly, "I don't understand what Your Majesty is saying."

Seeing Xuan Ci burst into laughter, Su Qingfeng finally saw through the true colors of these monks. He made up his mind that once he returned to Suzhou, he would eradicate all Buddhist temples on his territory and would not allow any to ever appear again. After laughing, he turned to Helian Tieshu of the Western Xia First-Class Hall and shouted, "Helian Tieshu, call out your four most notorious villains!"

Helian Tieshu hurriedly bowed to Su Qingfeng and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. Duan Yanqing, you four, come out."

Helian Tieshu knew Su Qingfeng's identity well, having met Su Qingfeng as a child with the Dowager Princess in his early years. Now that the Dowager Princess had even given Su Qingfeng the token to mobilize the Western Xia army, Helian Tieshu naturally dared not neglect him and only wanted to curry favor with this person who might one day take charge of Western Xia.

Shi Feixuan and Guanguan watched in silence, their hearts filled with doubt: Just who is Su Qingfeng now? Even the general of Xixia is bowing down to him and even showing a fawning attitude? They couldn't help but look at Su Qingfeng, who had a cold expression.

Seeing that her father ignored her, Su Yan didn't mind. Instead, she felt a bit hostile towards the beautiful women around Su Qingfeng. Pointing at them, she said to Huang Rong, "Sister Huang, look at my father! He's such a bad guy. He's attracted so many beautiful women in less than a day."

Huang Rong lightly tapped Su Yan's head and said, "What does this have to do with me? I don't care how many women he has. But why is that Western Xia general obeying your father?"

Huang Rong was far from calm. She hadn't expected Su Qingfeng to provoke so many women, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful and seemed to possess considerable martial arts skills. Two of them even made her feel a certain threat, similar to the occasional oppressive feeling her father, Huang Yaoshi, evoked.

Su Yan shook her head: "I don't know either, Father didn't tell me."

At this moment, the Four Villains emerged from behind Helian Tieshu. Seeing General Helian's respectful attitude towards Su Qingfeng, they were curious, wondering what business the Emperor of the Song Dynasty had with them. The four stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Duan Yanqing (Ye Erniang, the Crocodile God of the South Sea, Yun Zhonghe) greets Your Majesty."

Su Qingfeng's gaze swept over the four people, landing on Ye Erniang: "Ye Erniang, you should know why I called you out, right?"

"I don't know... I don't know anything!" Ye Erniang hurriedly denied upon hearing this.

Just now, when the emperor specifically named the Four Evils to appear, Ye Erniang realized that he knew about her past with Xuan Ci. Su Qingfeng stared at Ye Erniang and demanded sharply:

"Ye Erniang, how did that old bald monk Xuanci deceive you into marrying him, turning a perfectly good girl into the wicked Ye Erniang you are today? Even now, you still want to protect this hypocrite?"

The surrounding martial arts practitioners were in an uproar upon hearing this:

"What?! Ye Erniang is actually the woman of the Shaolin Abbot? Abbot Xuanci is utterly despicable!"

"How is that possible... Ye Erniang is Xuan Ci's woman? Xuan Ci is decades older than her!"

"Judging from Ye Erniang's flustered expression, this matter must be true."

"I never imagined that this old monk would deceive such an innocent young woman, causing her to become one of the Four Evils... What a beast in human form!"

Seeing Ye Erniang's guilty expression, the crowd became even more convinced, and in a fit of anger, they began to berate Xuan Ci. Xuan Ci, however, remained unmoved and coldly replied:

"This old monk does not know any of the Four Evils, Ye Erniang. Your Majesty need not slander my innocence."

Su Qingfeng had anticipated that he wouldn't admit it, and sneered:

"What a shameless old bald monk! Ye Erniang, do you want to know the whereabouts of your son with Xuanci?"

Ye Erniang trembled all over, fell to her knees with a thud, and pleaded in a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty...do you know where my son is? Please tell me!"

"He's doing very well. You should still remember the incense scar on his back, right?"

"I remember, I remember..."

"Then tell me about your relationship with Xuanci."

"presumptuous!"

Xuan Ci suddenly lunged forward, intending to attack Ye Erniang, but was stopped by Wanwan, who had been on guard. She repelled Xuan Ci with a single palm strike and shouted:

"You old bald monk, trying to silence me? With me here, you can't touch Ye Erniang."

Xuan Ci stared in astonishment at the girl who looked no more than twenty years old before him:

"Who are you? You're already a Grandmaster at such a young age..."