Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

He Tieshou's eyes were cold, and he remained unmoved by the burly man's filthy words.

She moved with a swift, ghostly motion, closing in.

The iron hook in his hand drew a strange arc, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.

The burly man grinned maliciously, crossed his two axes, and attempted to block.

But He Tieshou flicked his wrist, and the iron hook changed direction in mid-air, bypassing the axe blade and hooking his wrist at a tricky angle.

"what!"

The burly man only had time to let out a scream.

He Tieshou's figure had already appeared behind him, and another iron hook pierced through his chest from behind.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood flowed down the barbs of the iron hook.

The entire process was clean, efficient, and extremely ruthless.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a burst of gasps.

"What bizarre skill! Who is this woman?"

"He Tieshou from the Five Poisons Sect! I never expected her to help Xia Qingqing!"

Xia Qingqing looked at He Tieshou on the stage, gratitude flashing in her eyes. He Tieshou had once been one of her rivals in love, but who would have thought that he would be the one helping her now?

Next, He Tieshou defeated two more skilled challengers who came up to challenge him, using ruthless methods.

For a moment, no one dared to go on stage easily anymore.

On the high platform, she stood alone for a moment.

Just then, one of the leaders of Sha Tianguang's faction stood up and laughed loudly.

"Miss He is exceptionally skilled; I admire her."

"However, the position of the Golden Serpent King cannot be secured by a leader who has betrayed the Five Poisons Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the person behind him.

"Please welcome Nan Murong, Young Master Murong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in white robes emerged gracefully from behind Sha Tianguang's camp.

The man held a folding fan, had a handsome face, and bright eyes; he was truly indescribably dashing and debonair.

He lightly touched the tops of everyone's heads with his toes, and his body floated down onto the high platform like a weightless feather.

This display of light-footed skill was so graceful and elegant that it captivated many of the female guests in the audience.

"Murong Fu of Gusu greets all heroes."

He closed his folding fan, bowed to the four directions below the stage with an elegant posture and graceful demeanor.

"Murong Fu? The Murong of Southern Yanziwu?"

"Hasn't he disappeared for a long time? Why is he here? And helping Sha Tianguang?"

"This is going to be interesting! The 'Shifting Stars' technique versus the Five Poisons Sect's extraordinary skill!"

The discussion in the audience instantly erupted.

Qin Han was also somewhat surprised from his seat at the ceremony; he had almost forgotten about the young master Murong, who was determined to restore his kingdom. He guessed that Murong Fu was also trying to gain military strength for his uprising by controlling the Golden Serpent Camp.

When Wang Yuyan saw Murong Fu appear, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

In those clear eyes, emotions surged, with a fleeting look of surprise.

But only for a moment.

The next second, her gaze returned to calm, as if she were looking at a stranger.

Qin Han noticed the subtle change in Wang Yuyan and took her small hand that was resting on the table.

The warmth from her palm sent a shiver down Wang Yuyan's spine, fearing Qin Lang might have some misunderstanding. But when she met Qin Han's gaze, there was no displeasure in his eyes, only his usual gentleness.

Wang Yuyan's heart immediately calmed down. She scolded herself for thinking about Qin Lang like that and leaned on Qin Han's shoulder.

Azi blinked, glanced at Murong Fu on the stage, then at Wang Yuyan nestled beside Qin Han, and muttered something under her breath.

"This pretty boy isn't even as good-looking as my brother-in-law."

On the high platform.

Murong Fu's gaze swept over He Tieshou, revealing a smug smile.

In the past two years, he has been reflecting deeply on his mistakes and studying the family martial arts of the Murong family. After two years of seclusion, he broke through to the Grandmaster level.

"Miss He, you are no match for me. You should leave now, lest you get hurt by the indiscriminate swords and spears later."

A cold glint flashed in He Tieshou's eyes. He hated men who looked down on women the most.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

She leaped up, her golden hook flashing like a cold light, aiming for Murong Fu's chest.

Murong Fu stood still, without moving an inch.

Just as the iron hook was about to reach him, he gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The folding fan was perfectly positioned, right on the side of the iron hook.

A subtle force traveled along the fan ribs.

He Tieshou's expression changed drastically!

The golden centipede hook she had unleashed with all her might had completely lost control and changed direction! It stabbed fiercely towards her own shoulder with even greater speed than it had come from!

Time flies!

"Sizzle!"

He Tieshou groaned as his shoulder was pierced by his own weapon.

Just one move!

She didn't even see how her opponent attacked before she was defeated! She was defeated by her own weapon!

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough and had the antidote for the Golden Centipede Hook, she would likely have been in grave danger.

This Murong Fu is probably stronger than the rumors suggest.

Murong Fu closed his folding fan, stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips, as if he had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.

"You're too kind."

Below the stage, Xia Qingqing's expression changed, she exclaimed and stood up, quickly running to the edge of the stage to support the swaying He Tieshou.

"Iron Hand! How are you?"

He Tieshou gritted his teeth, shook his head, and looked at Murong Fu with fear in his eyes.

Grandmaster! Yet another grandmaster!

There's absolutely no comparison.

After Murong Fu defeated He Tieshou, two other masters from other factions, refusing to believe in the power of the sword, went up to challenge him one after another.

Without exception, the results were all the same.

A man wielding a knife had his leg cut off by his own knife.

A man wielding a sword was stabbed in the abdomen by his own sword.

They all lost in a single move!

Murong Fu stood in the center of the high platform, surveying the entire scene, gently waving his folding fan, displaying a rare air of high spirits.

Below the stage, those who supported Sha Tianguang's faction erupted in thunderous cheers. Meanwhile, those from other factions remained silent, their faces grave.

Situ He's expression also turned ugly, and he whispered to Zhu Meichu.

"Princess, how come Murong Fu's martial arts skills are so high?"

Zhu Meichu remained silent, her gaze beneath the veil fixed on the direction where Qin Han was.

At this moment, Murong Fu on the stage, having enjoyed the attention of the crowd, glanced around the entire audience.

When his gaze fell upon the viewing seats of Shaolin and Wudang, his chin slightly lifted. His father was imprisoned on Shaoshi Mountain by these bald monks. He would deal with Shaolin after he defeated the Golden Snake King.

Then, his gaze fell on Qin Han and his group.

When he saw those stunningly beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Especially Wang Yuyan, who was surrounded by Su Quan, Jiang Yuyan and others, and leaned lazily on a man's shoulder.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed!

cousin?

What is she doing here?! And so intimately with a man?!

An unnamed rage surged to his head!

In his eyes, Wang Yuyan was his possession, Murong Fu's empress, the one to restore the Great Yan Kingdom! Even if he could temporarily neglect Wang Yuyan for the sake of restoring the kingdom, he would never allow her to be touched by another man!

For the past two years, Murong Fu has been in seclusion, so he naturally didn't see the letter left by Wang Yuyan, and he didn't know who the man in front of him was.

Murong Fu's face darkened.

But he was ultimately a cunning man, and he quickly suppressed his anger. Now was not the time to dwell on such matters.

His voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

"Gentlemen!"

"The Golden Serpent Camp is currently leaderless and desperately needs a leader of great talent and vision!"

"Since Sha Tianguang, the leader of the Sha family, thinks so highly of me, I, Murong Fu, am also willing to take up the banner of rebellion against the Qing!"

He paused, then glanced at all the disloyal gang leaders below the stage.

"Anyone who disagrees is welcome to come up on stage!"

"I, Murong Fu, accept it all!"