A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

The two followed Yaoyue's footsteps and arrived at a solemn and imposing gate.

Yao Yue began, “This place used to be the residence of the Prince of Yong of the Great Song Dynasty. Later, the Great Song Dynasty moved south, and this place was occupied by the Jurchens. Now, the person living here is Köden, the second son of Ögedei Khan, who is a prince of the Mongol Golden Family.”

Just then, the Mongol soldiers guarding the gate spotted the three and immediately shouted, "What are you three doing here? You're not allowed to linger in front of the Prince's mansion! Get out of here right now!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huai merely raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the soldier, who then immediately drew his sword and committed suicide.

Although the two women standing nearby had seen Zhang Huai use such methods before, they were still shocked.

Lu Wushuang stepped forward and kicked the door open.

The commotion immediately alerted the guards inside the mansion, and a large number of them rushed out upon hearing the noise.

They were all clad in leather armor, with curved swords at their waists, and their faces were fierce and menacing.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into a prince's residence?"

"What Prince's Mansion? This was originally a Prince's Mansion of my Great Song Dynasty!" Lu Wushuang retorted without backing down.

The guards, enraged by Lu Wushuang's words, turned ashen-faced and immediately burst into a tirade: "So you're just a lowly commoner from the dog-like Song Kingdom, daring to spout such nonsense! Die!"

The curved blade slashed towards him with a sharp whistling sound. Just as Lu Wushuang was about to draw his sword to retaliate, he saw Zhang Huai move slightly, without even taking a step, and simply flick his finger.

"Zheng—"

A sharp, loud bang made everyone's eardrums ache.

The guard's iron scimitar shattered instantly, half of the blade flying straight back and plunging viciously into his own throat.

The guard didn't even manage a groan before collapsing straight to the ground.

Yao Yue's pupils suddenly contracted. She hadn't even seen how Zhang Huai made his move before the guard was already dead.

"Attack them all together! Kill them!"

Upon seeing this, the remaining Mongol guards roared and swarmed forward, creating a chaotic scene of rustling leather armor and the sound of weapons being drawn.

Dozens of curved blades slashed at the three of them simultaneously, their momentum fierce.

"Stand behind me."

Zhang Huai spoke softly to the two women.

His eyes were as cold as ice, with a faint purple light in them. There was no leakage of internal energy or any surge of blood around him, but the guards at the forefront suddenly froze, their eyes losing their light instantly.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were tightly gripping their own necks, dying instantly.

Zhang Huai gently rubbed his eyes, thinking to himself: This Soul Transfer Technique is indeed useful, but my eyes feel sore after using it. It seems I need to do more eye exercises in the future.

The other guards, witnessing this, were terrified and cried out in alarm, "Sorcery! This is sorcery!"

They turned to flee, but Zhang Huai merely glanced at them indifferently and casually tossed the black gold staff in his hand to Lu Wushuang.

"Take this for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed rapidly among dozens of soldiers, as if he had teleported.

Lu Wushuang and Yaoyue couldn't keep up with Zhang Huai's movements at all; they could only see soldiers being thrown into the sky and exploding into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Some soldiers appeared unharmed, yet they fell straight to the ground and remained motionless.

For a moment, both women were completely baffled.

Zhang Huai can now precisely control his power, capable of shattering an enemy's internal organs while leaving his exterior intact.

Yao Yue was dumbfounded. She had never seen such terrifying strength. Zhang Huai in front of her was not fighting at all, but rather like a god descending to earth, unleashing a one-sided massacre.

The commotion inside the mansion quickly alerted Prince Kuoduan, who was deep inside.

Prince Kuoduan was a man who had seen many storms. Hearing the continuous screams outside, he knew that the newcomers were not friendly and were extremely powerful.

Without hesitation, he immediately mobilized all the combat forces within the manor.

In an instant, hundreds of archers climbed onto the rooftops, nocked their arrows, and aimed them downwards; hundreds more guards, armed with spears, surrounded the three men; and hundreds more elite guards stood guard closely around Prince Kuoduan.

Surrounded by guards, Prince Kuoduan hurriedly emerged from the depths of the mansion.

He shouted at Zhang Huai, "Please stop, sir! I don't know when I, Kuo Duan, offended you!"

"Hmph, you think I'd stop just because you tell me to? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"

Zhang Huai completely ignored his words and, in the blink of an eye, crushed the heads of dozens more guards before slowly stopping.

This scene secretly alarmed Kuo Duan, but he still tried to remain calm and said, "May I ask what brings you here? You've killed so many people in my household, shouldn't your anger have subsided by now?"

"Calm down? I'll stop killing you all once you're all dead," Zhang Huai replied coldly.

At this moment, a steward-like man beside Kuo Duan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, the woman beside that man is the one who stole the Queen's jewelry a couple of days ago. The elite troops we sent out to hunt her down have yet to be heard from again."

Upon hearing this, Kuoduan looked at Yaoyue in the direction the steward pointed, and immediately understood the cause and effect.

He shouted loudly to Zhang Huai again, "This hero is nothing but gold and silver. I am willing to give you another hundred taels of gold, young hero, and ask you to stop. What do you say?"

"A hundred taels of gold?" Zhang Huai scoffed. "Is that how you treat a beggar?"

Upon hearing this, Kuo Duan was not angry but pleased, and said, "How about you name a price, young hero?"

"Alright, how about one million taels?"

"One million taels?" Upon hearing this, Kuo Duan felt that Zhang Huai was deliberately toying with him.

Even if he sold all his possessions and included all the taxes from his future fiefdom, he would only be worth a maximum of 100,000 taels of gold.

If someone could offer one million taels of gold, it would be enough for Mongolia to mobilize the entire nation to seize it.

"Hero, please don't joke like that. Are you deliberately trying to make fun of me?"

Kuo Duan's face instantly turned cold.

"I never joke. If you can't come up with the money, you might as well wait to die."

Kuo Duan finally realized that the person in front of him had come specifically to cause trouble. He decided to stop playing along and refused to believe that his thousands of elite troops couldn't take down a mere three people.

He immediately shouted at the surrounding soldiers, "Take him down!"

Upon receiving the order, all the soldiers immediately swarmed forward, while Kuoduan quietly retreated to the back of the crowd.

Thousands of soldiers crowded the entire front yard, and archers were stationed on the eaves, arrows nocked and ready to be released.

Lu Wushuang panicked and urged anxiously, "Brother Zhang, run! It'll be too late if we don't run now!"

Even though Zhang Huai had just displayed amazing combat power, she didn't believe that Zhang Huai could escape safely from the encirclement of thousands of soldiers. Even if it was a matter of attrition, she could wear Zhang Huai down to death.

But now that they are surrounded, Lu Wushuang can't escape even if she wants to, and can only rely on Zhang Huai, which is why she hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Zhang Huai glanced at Lu Wushuang, a smile on his face, and said, "Haven't you always wanted to know my true strength? Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"