Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Yue Zhuoqun was greatly disappointed when he saw the methods used by the two men.

He had already read through the 72 Shaolin Arts many times and had also read many Buddhist scriptures. His mastery of any one of these arts surpassed that of the two of them.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was swung, its tip piercing the Void Claw Wind.

snort~

"what!"

Kongxing let out a scream, clutching his arms and backing away, his ten fingers, strong enough to pierce gold and split stone, were sliced ​​off at the root.

The longsword was pulled down, blood flashed again, and Kongzhi's hands were severed from his wrists.

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"Boring, so boring."

The two masters, Kongzhi and Kongxing, who had been famous in the martial arts world for decades, couldn't even last a single move against his sword.

Having reached this level of strength, these so-called masters from prestigious sects pose absolutely no threat to him.

Fighting them is not much different from instructing children.

"Our leader's divine might is unparalleled!" The Ming Cult members behind them shouted excitedly, their blood boiling with excitement.

"Master, these righteous people dare to come to our Ming Cult seeking revenge, so we don't need to show any mercy. Should I kill them all?" Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao couldn't help but suggest.

"Why kill them? They are all the wealth of our Ming Cult." Yue Zhuoqun shook his head, stopping his impulse.

"Wealth?" The crowd was puzzled.

Yue Zhuoqun's lips curled up: "We will have many places to spend money in the future to fight against the Mongol Tartars. These famous sects have been operating in the martial arts world for decades or even centuries, and they have accumulated a lot of gold and silver, which can be put to our use."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"

Wei Yixiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Master, I, Old Bat, am best at torturing people. I'll go and force them to tell me where all the sects' gold and silver are stored."

"No need for such trouble. First, lock them in the dungeon and let the leaders of each sect choose a trusted disciple to go back and collect the money to ransom them."

Yue Zhuoqun thought for a moment and added, "Small sects will pay 100,000 taels of ransom, large sects 300,000 taels, and Shaolin is rolling in money, so let's raise it to 500,000 taels."

Upon hearing this, the faces of Miejue and the others turned extremely gloomy: "Demon, you are delusional. Even if I die, I will not use the sect's wealth to support you."

"That's not up to you to decide."

I'm only giving you three months. You'd better obediently send your disciple back to collect the money.

If I can't get it in three months, then I'll kill you all and personally wipe out all the sects.

"At that time, all the wealth and martial arts manuals of your sect will belong to my Ming Cult."

"you you……"

"Pfft~"

Extinction coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot from anger.

Chapter 113 Raging Fire, Poisonous Pool

On a cliff not far from Bright Peak, Zhao Min and her group quietly watched the great battle below.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun single-handedly overpowering all the righteous sects, Zhao Min's bright eyes sparkled as she asked curiously, "Is that the Yue Zhuoqun who's been making headlines in the martial arts world lately?"

"it's him!"

"This man is truly remarkable. Not only did he subdue the Ming Cult masters, but he also single-handedly defeated the heroes of the righteous path." Zhao Min turned curiously to the Xuanming Elders standing behind her and asked, "Masters, how do your martial arts compare to his?"

Lu Zhangke was silent for a moment before saying, "We haven't fought each other, so we don't know yet."

His words were entirely self-aggrandizing. Although they hadn't actually fought, everyone watching below had seen it all and knew that if he were to truly face Yue Zhuoqun, he would likely lose more often than he would win.

Zhao Min wrinkled her nose upon hearing this, but did not expose him. She shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity that he is the leader of the Ming Cult, yet his martial arts skills cannot be used by our dynasty."

"What good is his martial arts skill if he's destined to die today?" Hebi Wengsen laughed.

Wang Baobao has already led 40,000 troops to guard the foot of Bright Peak. With just one order, he can wipe out the Ming Cult immediately, and none of them will be able to leave Bright Peak alive.

Zhao Min frowned upon hearing this: "Where is Master Cheng? Why hasn't he returned yet?"

“Princess, Cheng Kun is a very cunning and mysterious man. I have no idea what he is doing right now,” A’da replied, bowing.

"Hmph! Never mind him. The battle between the righteous path and the Ming Cult is over. The time is right. We'll go down the mountain now to meet up with our elder brother and give the order to send troops."

"Yes!"

The others responded and turned to follow Zhao Min down the mountain. Only one ugly-faced monk remained looking down, his eyes hesitant.

"Master Ku, what are you still looking at instead of leaving?" Zhao Min paused and asked in confusion.

"Ugh, ahh~" The Bitter Monk gestured haphazardly for a moment before laughing and following along, though a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

……

Below, just as the Ming Cult members had imprisoned Miejue and the others in the dungeon, Yan Yuan came over to report: "Master, the Tartar army is preparing to attack the mountain."

How many of them are there?

"forty thousand!"

Upon hearing this data, Yang Xiao and the others felt a chill in their hearts.

The Ming Cult had tens of thousands of members, but most of them were scattered in various places.

Yue Zhuoqun brought only 1,000 of his 5,000 Hou Tu soldiers with him; the rest were to stay behind to guard Yuanzhou City.

Only two or three thousand people from the other four banners returned.

Yang Xiao, as the Left Envoy of Light, was in charge of the four gates of Heaven, Earth, Wind, and Thunder, and more than a thousand people remained on Bright Peak.

Including the several hundred disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, the maximum number of people is six thousand.

Six thousand versus forty thousand—the data is far too disparate.

Yue Zhuoqun's expression remained unchanged as he calmly inquired, "Are the sect's personnel ready?"

"We have already laid an ambush as arranged by the cult leader, and Brother Chang is in charge of the operation."

"Alright, then let's wait for them to come and die!"

……

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Baobao stood before the army formation.

"The mountain roads are rugged, and the Ming Cult must have set up many ambushes. They left 5,000 men to guard the key routes down the mountain, with shield-armored infantry leading the way, while the rest of the army advanced steadily."

send troops!"

"send troops!"

With a command given, thousands of shield soldiers marched in orderly steps toward Bright Summit.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The synchronized footsteps shook the ground, creating an incredibly imposing sound.

As the army entered a narrow valley pass, a thunderous roar could be heard overhead as countless boulders tumbled down from the cliff top.

"There is an ambush; defend."

The shield-bearer immediately dodged to the base of the cliff, raising his shield above his head. Most of the falling rocks were avoided, and the few that hit the shield did not cause too much damage.

Once the falling rocks had subsided, the shield-armored soldiers' commander immediately led his troops out to attack.

The Ming Cult members who were lying in ambush did not engage in a fight, but quickly retreated after a brief exchange.

In this way, the Mongol army advanced all the way, encountering ambushes along the way, but each time they were easily thwarted.

At first, they moved forward slowly, but their morale grew higher and higher, and their speed increased.

It seemed as if they had broken through all the obstacles, but in reality, they were being led by the nose by the Ming Cult disciples.

It wasn't until the army entered a narrow valley that Wang Baobao suddenly awoke with a start: "Something's wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless large wooden buckets were thrown down from the cliffs on both sides.

Bang! Crash!

The wooden barrel crashed to the ground and shattered instantly, releasing a large amount of black liquid. Then, sulfur bombs were dropped.

Rumble!

An explosion erupted in the valley, igniting the black liquid, and the towering flames engulfed the Mongol army.

The black liquid is a thick oil extracted from the Fiery Flag; once it gets on the body and is ignited, it cannot be extinguished.

Screams and wails filled the air.

"Charge! Charge at full speed!"

In this narrow valley, the line was too long, and retreating would inevitably cause stampedes and casualties. The only thing to do was to rush through the valley against the flames.

When they finally managed to fight their way out, many soldiers were burned and their mouths were dry.

Before the troops could be reorganized, chaos broke out again at the front.

Once outside the valley, there was a large pool formed by a waterfall. The parched soldiers could not bear it any longer and rushed into the pool to drink it down.