"Such a womanizer, I'd like to see what you're capable of!"
The sound was like a raging torrent, rolling in, with flying sand and stones, like a tornado, and even many trees were uprooted and swept into the sky.
The women were utterly astonished by the sheer scale of the display.
"Could it be a Grandmaster?"
"Don't worry, Mother-in-law, he's just a Grandmaster at the peak, nothing to be afraid of."
Murong Fu smiled faintly, raised his hand and pressed down, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button, and the whole world fell silent.
The hurricane subsided, the roar ceased, and even time seemed to stand still, except for human thought, which remained active.
On the treetops in the distance.
The white-haired, masked man played a long flute, the sound bold and unrestrained, seemingly defying this momentum.
But it's not very useful.
The sound of the flute was drowned out by the silence, without causing any ripples.
This greatly displeased the man, who had never been so humiliated before.
Murong Fu's gentle voice reached the white-robed masked man's ears, sounding mocking and particularly grating: "The Azure Sea Tide Song is very pleasant to listen to, but it is a bit immature. Senior's sonic skills still have a lot of room for improvement."
The man snorted coldly, "Hmph! You do have some skill! Your martial arts surpass mine, but I never submit to power. What can you do to me?"
Murong Fu replied, "As you say, senior, I have married your granddaughter and other women. What can you do to me?"
"..."
Huang Yaoshi remained silent, his brows furrowed. He was no match for this kid in martial arts, and there was really nothing he could do about him.
“Senior, the most important thing in life is to be happy. I like beautiful women, so I gather them. What’s wrong with that?” Murong Fu laughed heartily. “Everyone says that Huang Yaoshi is the most unorthodox, but now it seems that he is not as good as me.”
Huang Yaoshi laughed in anger upon hearing this, and said, "Boy, are you looking down on me? So what if I have three wives and four concubines, three palaces and six courtyards? What's wrong with that? I just wanted to see what you were capable of in winning over Fu'er. Now it seems you do have some skill."
Murong Fu then said, "I see. Senior, why don't you come down and have a chat? I always have to look up to talk, and my neck is sore."
Huang Yaoshi smiled again upon hearing this. This young man was very interesting and suited his taste perfectly, much better than that simple-minded Guo Jing.
Huang Yaoshi leaped down and arrived beside the carriage. Looking at the women, he sighed inwardly that Murong Fu had excellent taste, and the women he married were all exceptional.
"Grandpa..."
"No, please call me senior, it sounds better."
Huang Yaoshi looked arrogant. Being called a senior by someone stronger than himself was a kind of enjoyment, wasn't it?
Murong Fu said, "Hehe, senior, you came here alone. I'm afraid your female disciple is not safe."
Huang Yaoshi asked in surprise, "How do you know I have a female disciple? And how do you know she's not safe?"
Murong Fu took a deep breath and said, "Senior has a faint medicinal fragrance, but also a slight feminine scent. This fragrance is obviously not your own; it must belong to a female disciple. This area is a war-torn region. How can a female disciple be safe alone?"
Huang Yaoshi's expression faltered upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure.
"I'll have a long chat with you later. I'm off now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yaoshi lightly stepped forward, his figure resembling a crane, and quickly darted through the forest.
Murong Fu turned to Ning Zhongze and said, "Mother-in-law, let's change direction."
The carriage headed in the direction of Huang Yaoshi.
Fifteen minutes later.
A mountain valley.
"How dare you harm my disciple! You have already committed suicide!"
Huang Yaoshi unleashed his full aura, his eyes turning icy as he stared at the people before him.
Crane-Pen Elder sneered sinisterly and yelled, "You're just a mere peak Grandmaster! Do you think you're a Great Grandmaster?! What are you going to do about it?!"
Having been traumatized by a Grandmaster before, Hebi Weng is now riding high on his success in finally crushing a weaker opponent. What are the Five Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty? Even if I can't beat them, can't I at least outrun them?
"Big Brother and Second Brother, let's go together!"
Hebi Weng directed several of his men to surround Huang Yaoshi.
"Master, don't worry about me... cough cough..."
Cheng Ying was weak and pale, seriously injured, and coughing up blood repeatedly.
"It's all my fault for being late. If you die, I will avenge you."
Huang Yaoshi said indifferently, his gaze unchanged, showing his indifference to life and death.
"How arrogant! I'll send you on your way today, so you and your master can look after each other on your journey to the underworld. No need to thank me."
Hebi Weng spoke coldly and had already made his move.
Mysterious Dark Palm!
It was bitterly cold!
Huang Yaoshi gave a soft hum, tapped his jade flute lightly, and unleashed a torrent of sword energy.
Jade Flute Sword Technique!
Although it was a jade flute, it was exceptionally sharp, even more so than a precious sword.
Crane Pen Elder dared not be careless. Although his palm strike was strong, he dared not make contact with Jade Flute.
After nimbly dodging, he called to his subordinate, "Ah Er!"
Upon hearing this, Ah Er stepped in front of him and suddenly struck out with his palm, which glowed brightly.
Mighty Vajra Palm!
clang!
It was like metal clashing against stone, sparks flying.
Ah Er's figure retreated rapidly, leaving a long trench in the ground.
Huang Yaoshi remained unmoved, but a tiny crack appeared on his jade flute.
Huang Yaoshi felt a pang of heartache. How dare a mere human compare to my jade flute?
"What a formidable Five Masters! Die!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hebi Weng attacked from the side, unleashing the Xuanming Divine Palm.
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