Chapter 168: The Beginning of the Battle
"Quick! Follow Miss!" Xiaoqing stamped her feet anxiously, pulling Xiaodan along as they tried to chase after her. However, just as they rushed out of the mansion gate, they heard a clear neighing of a horse. Yi Qingxue had already mounted her pure white foal, her jade-like legs spurring on its belly. The horse neighed again, its hooves flying, kicking up a cloud of dust, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Miss!..." Xiaoqing called out in vain, her voice mercilessly drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves. Watching the white dot disappear rapidly at the end of the long street, tears welled up in her eyes again: "What are we going to do now?"
Xiao Dan was also completely disoriented, and asked in a tearful voice, "We...we can't catch up..."
Xiaoqing wiped away her tears and forced herself to remain calm: "What else can we do? We can only go back to the manor and wait... The guards at the gate... should report Miss Chen's whereabouts..." These words seemed to be comforting Xiaodan, but also to comfort herself.
The Murong Manor in Dongyue Shenzhou, once a solemn and majestic residence, has now been transformed into a slaughterhouse. Shangguan Yanxin, exuding a murderous aura, led the Left Envoy of the Heavenly Cult, Long Bailian, and his elite "Twelve Generals," storming into the manor with unstoppable force, directly approaching the spacious courtyard in front of the main hall. Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, blood stained the bluestone slabs, and the heavy stench of blood was nauseating.
"Shangguan Yanxin!" Murong Mingde's beard and hair fluttered, his eyes wide with anger. He pointed at the person opposite him and shouted angrily, "Our two families have been friends for many years, and our friendship is deep! Today, you have disregarded morality and led your men to attack my Murong Mansion. Your wolfish ambitions are obvious! Have you finally been unable to suppress your greed?"
"Hahaha!" Shangguan Yanxin laughed wildly three times, taking three steps forward, causing the bluestone slabs beneath his feet to shatter. His eyes were filled with undisguised resentment and smugness. "Murong Mingde! You still have the nerve to mention the word 'friendship'?! Who exactly betrayed us first?!"
He paced back and forth, his left hand on his hip, while his right hand gestured rapidly: "Back then, our two families made a marriage agreement, betrothing your daughter, Murong Hanchan, to my son, Qinghuan! But what about your precious daughter? She not only disobeyed the marriage agreement, but she also dared to be so arrogant, brazenly attacking my son and severely injuring him! Such a disgrace is intolerable! Today, I, Shangguan Yanxin, will raze your Murong family to the ground, leaving no one alive! To avenge the hatred in my heart!"
Murong Mingde frowned, gritted his teeth, and suppressed his anger as he said in a deep voice, "Are you really going to fight to the death, a fight to the death?"
"Hmph!" Shangguan Yanxin waved his hand decisively, "No discussion! Today, it's either you or me who dies!" Before he finished speaking, Long Bailian and the twelve generals moved like wolves and tigers, instantly surrounding Murong Mingde in the center.
Long Bailian, as the Left Envoy of the Innate Sect, wielded a heavy, thick-backed sword, its cold light gleaming. (The Right Envoy, Chu Xianzhi, was absent due to unforeseen circumstances). The Four Heroes of Nanjiang possessed fierce and powerful fist and palm techniques; the Two Eagles of Xiangshan employed cunning and ruthless swordsmanship with perfect coordination; and the Two Tigers of Nantang displayed heavy and powerful saber techniques with sweeping and expansive movements.
Then there were the four extraordinary individuals: Ximo Guang, wielding a spiked hammer; Ximo She, brandishing a strange black iron hook; Ximo Long, cracking a venomous white whip; and Ximo Sha, whose movements were elusive, ready to unleash poisoned darts. Their murderous auras intertwined, locking onto Murong Mingde.
Murong Mingde surveyed his formidable foe, his mind racing: Shangguan Yanxin has come out in full force, determined to win. Yun Feng and Xiao Sheng are both away, our reinforcements are cut off… It seems this place will be my final resting place. Han Chan… my child… your father is incompetent… I only hope you can survive this calamity and live a peaceful and happy life… Thinking of his beloved daughter, a deep pain and resolute determination flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, he raised his head, lowered his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he raised his eyes again, he transformed all his grief and indignation into a thunderous roar: "Then come on! Let me see just how much you're made of!" Before the roar had even faded, a chilling aura suddenly condensed on his palms, and his figure, like a tiger released from its cage, pounced on Shangguan Yanxin first!
However, how could the twelve generals surrounding him allow him to act so arrogantly? Swords flashed, fists swung, palms cleaved, whips pierced the air, hooks loomed menacingly, and heavy hammers whistled through the air, with poisoned darts lurking in the shadows, ready to strike! The eleven masters had been preparing for a long time, and the moment Murong Mingde moved, all their killing moves poured down like a torrential rain!
"Take this!" Left Envoy Long Bailian reacted the fastest, roaring like thunder. His thick-backed sword, imbued with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashed sideways at Murong Mingde's ribs with a deafening boom! Murong Mingde didn't dodge or evade. Instead, his left palm lashed out like an iron whip, the back of his hand striking the incoming blade precisely with a resounding clang of metal! Long Bailian felt an overwhelming, unstoppable force surge through him. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood gushing out. His entire arm was left numb and tingling, as if he had struck millennia-old black iron!
Startled, Long Bailian couldn't react in time! Murong Mingde's right palm, carrying a chilling aura, struck him squarely in the chest like an iceberg crashing into him! "Pfft!" Long Bailian coughed up blood, his body flying several feet away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the flowerbed, struggling to get up for a moment.
At the same time, Xi Moguang's heavy hammer, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, slammed down on Murong Mingde's face! Murong Mingde's feet were firmly planted on the ground, his right leg rising high like a steel whip, delivering a fierce high kick that, with a "thud," slammed the powerful hammerhead under his foot! The immense force made Xi Moguang's old face turn red, his arms bulging with veins as he desperately tried to pull back, but the hammerhead seemed welded to the ground, remaining completely unmoved!
Murong Mingde multitasked, his left and right hands moving with lightning speed, the clanging sounds echoing incessantly. He parried, deflected, and deflected all the swords, fists, and palms that attacked him. His body moved and dodged in the narrow space, creating dangerous situations that were both incredibly skillful!
He stepped on the hammer with his right foot and suddenly pushed and swung backward. "Ouch!" Xi Moguang exclaimed. His whole body was pulled by the iron chain, and he drew a huge semi-circle like a meteor hammer. With a loud "boom", he crashed hard into the wall in the distance. Shards flew everywhere, and he collapsed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.
Seeing an opportunity, Xi Mosha unleashed a flurry of poisoned darts with both hands. Murong Mingde then shifted his feet, and the Liuding Hammer, as if it had eyes, shot off with a whoosh. A clang rang out, followed by a scream of agony. The Liuding Hammer, having blocked the poisoned darts, was now firmly planted on Xi Mosha's chest, instantly staining a large patch of bluestone with blood.
Almost simultaneously, "Swoosh! Swoosh!" Xi Molong's white whip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, cunningly coiled towards Murong Mingde's neck! Murong Mingde reacted swiftly, his left hand reaching out like an eagle's claw, grabbing the whip tip with unparalleled precision! With a sudden jerk of his wrist, Xi Molong felt an irresistible force surge through him, and his entire body was lifted off the ground and launched into the air!
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