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

After finally managing to quell the riot and reorganize the ranks to continue moving forward, those who had drunk water or even gotten wet began to foam at the mouth and writhe on the ground in agony.

The Hongshui Banner Clan was skilled in using water poison. After Yue Zhuoqun subdued Wang Nangu, he had her concoct a colorless and odorless poison and mix it into the pond.

Ordinary people can't even tell that once you get in contact with it, the poison will take effect in less than 15 minutes.

A fire, a pool of poisonous water, four or five thousand Tartars died, and several thousand more were seriously injured or poisoned and rendered unable to fight.

Although more than 20,000 men were still unharmed, they were terrified and their alarm bells would go off at the slightest sound of movement.

Even Wang Baobao hesitated, unsure whether he should continue.

"Brother, we're only half a mile from Bright Peak. There shouldn't be any more major ambushes there," Zhao Min said with a straight face.

She had previously observed the battle from Bright Peak and was familiar with the terrain, which was no longer suitable for setting a trap.

Upon hearing this, Wang Baobao gritted his teeth and said, "Keep moving forward."

Sure enough, the next stretch of road was safe, and they didn't see a single member of the Ming Cult.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the spacious area in front of Bright Peak and saw the Ming Cult members lined up in battle formation.

"Ha! A mere four or five thousand people is nothing to worry about."

Although several thousand men were lost, there were still more than 25,000 who were capable of fighting.

With 25,000 to 5,000, the odds are in my favor!

Thinking this through, Wang Baobao's confidence returned, and he spurred his horse forward, shouting loudly:

“You Ming Cult traitors, your end has come.”

Those who know what's good for them should surrender now and swear allegiance to the court; perhaps then they'll have a sliver of hope for survival.

Chapter 114 Right Envoy of Light

Seeing Wang Baobao's arrogant and domineering demeanor, Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, snatched a long spear from a Ming Cult disciple beside him, and threw it out.

hum!

The gun barrel trembled in the air, piercing through the air and heading straight for Wang Baobao's chest.

The spear was incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye. Wang Baobao's breath caught in his throat, his hands and feet went cold, and he was so frightened that his eyes went blank, and he even forgot to dodge.

"Your Highness, be careful!" At the critical moment, Hebi Weng reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him off his warhorse and thus preventing him from being pierced by the spear.

He was lucky to escape, but the soldiers behind him suffered a great disaster.

"Ah~"

Screams rang out as five Tartar soldiers were pierced through the body and sent flying like candied hawthorns.

hiss~

The warhorses neighed, and panic broke out in the ranks.

"Damn it, send out the troops! Kill them all!" Wang Baobao roared, his face flushed red.

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of Tartar soldiers charged out, causing the earth to tremble and yellow sand to fly.

The Ming Cult, however, remained inactive, watching helplessly as they approached.

Boom!

When the Tartar soldiers rushed to the center of the field, the ground suddenly collapsed, creating a deep ditch, and countless people fell into it.

Rows of wooden spikes were placed at the bottom of the deep ditch, piercing their bodies and causing screams to rise and fall.

This sudden turn of events made the hearts of the soldiers in the front row skip a beat, and they instinctively stopped in their tracks.

However, the people behind them did not have time to stop and rushed forward, knocking them down and causing a stampede.

The once-mighty army was thrown into chaos.

"Boom!"

The ground ahead collapsed again, and thousands of soldiers dressed in leather armor and wielding axes and shovels leaped out, shouting and wildly swinging their weapons.

puff~

Heads flew into the air, and blood stained the earth red.

Despite having only a thousand men, the Hou Tu Army possesses terrifying combat power. Charging into the enemy ranks is like a chisel, tearing an army of tens of thousands in two.

"Brothers of the Ming Cult, follow me and attack!" Chang Yuchun waved his command flag and shouted loudly.

The Sharp Gold Banner, Giant Wood Banner, Flood Banner, Blazing Fire Banner, the Four Gates of Heaven, Earth, Wind, and Thunder, and the Sky Eagle Cult members all came out in full force.

With the brothers of the Hou Tu Army leading the charge, they were filled with fervor and charged forward fearlessly.

So what if there are six thousand people?

They still slaughtered the Tartar soldiers, leaving them in disarray.

"That's so exhilarating, so damn exhilarating!"

Peng Heshang and the others roared excitedly.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said, "Gentlemen, we can't just stand by and watch. Let's all stretch our arms and legs!"

“The cult leader is right. I, the old bat, will go first.”

Wei Yixiao unfurled his robes, and his ghostly blue figure rushed into the battlefield.

In the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Wei Yixiao wouldn't even rank in the top ten in terms of strength, but if we're talking about lightness skill alone, he'd dare say he's second and probably no one would dare to claim first.

This is a character who has taken his talent for light footwork to the extreme.

"Haha, I've arrived too."

Yin Tianzheng followed closely behind, his cloak unfurling as he soared into the sky like a divine falcon.

Seeing the Bat King and Eagle King display their strength, the others could no longer restrain themselves. They were eager to have a match and used their lightness skills to leap out.

Holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Yue Zhuoqun was the last to move, his figure soaring through the heavens like a phoenix.

His elegant yet incredibly fast movements left both his own and his enemies speechless.

While suspended in mid-air, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was unleashed.

hum!

The phantom images of five mountains magnified and crashed into the Tartar army.

Chi chi chi~

The five mountains rolled forward, unleashing streaks of sword energy that left behind piles of corpses in their wake.

"Is this...is this even human?"

Wang Baobao exclaimed in shock, his heart trembling even with more than 20,000 troops charging ahead.

Zhao Min's pretty face was also pale, but she still mustered her courage and ordered, "Masters, you should also go and help."

Upon hearing this order, the men felt a chill run down their spines, but they could not disobey the princess's command, so they had no choice but to muster their strength and take action.

“Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, Gang Xiang, the four of you join forces with us fellow disciples to hold off Yue Zhuoqun,” Lu Zhangke said.

"it is good!"

None of them had the courage to face Yue Zhuoqun alone; only by joining forces could they dare to fight him.

Zhao Min has quite a few experts under her command. The Xuanming Elders are disciples of Bai Sun Dao Ren and are proficient in the Xuanming Divine Palm, which goes without saying.

Cheng Kun is dead, so there's no need to say more.

Next up is the Bitter Monk, who ostensibly pledges allegiance to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion and follows Zhao Min, but in reality, he is Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult.

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were both handsome and dashing, and were known in the martial arts world as the Two Immortals of Xiaoyao.

However, Fan Yao voluntarily disfigured herself and pretended to be deaf and mute to enter the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, where she repeatedly stole intelligence and secretly passed messages to members of the Ming Cult.

Ah Da's original name was Fang Dongbai, known as the Eight-Armed Divine Swordsman. He was originally one of the elders of the Beggars' Sect, but later defected to the Yuan Dynasty. Not only was his swordsmanship highly skilled, but his internal energy was also incredibly profound.

Ah Er, Ah San, and Gang Xiang are descendants of the Vajra Sect from the Western Regions.

The Western Regions Vajra Sect is not a branch of Esoteric Buddhism, but rather a sect founded by the Shaolin traitor, the Fire-Worker Monk.

The Fire-Worker Monk was an ordinary kitchen helper at Shaolin Temple. Because he was often beaten by the monks in the kitchen, he secretly learned Shaolin martial arts.

Twenty years later, he killed the head of the Dharma Hall in the annual Dharma Hall Grand Ceremony, and then fled to the Western Regions to establish the Vajra Sect.

These three, Ah Er, Ah San, and Gang Xiang, all possess martial arts skills that originated from Shaolin.

In addition, there are the Eight Heroes of Divine Archery. Although their martial arts skills are slightly inferior, they are all excellent archers who can hit the bullseye every time with a longbow.

After the two elders of Xuanming and the four of them reached an agreement, they stepped on the soldiers' heads and charged towards Yue Zhuoqun.

The Eight Heroes of Divine Archery also rushed into the battlefield, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at Yang Xiao and the others.

Only the ascetic remained standing still.

Zhao Min frowned, thinking he was deaf and hadn't received her order.

He had no choice but to turn to face the ascetic and say again, "Master Ku, you should go up and help too."