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

The ascetic Fan Yao smiled and said, "I need to borrow something from the princess first."

"Borrow what... wait, how can you talk... ah!" Zhao Min suddenly realized and tried to back away, but Fan Yao raised her hand and grabbed her neck, pulling her into his arms.

“Master Ku, I have treated you well, why did you betray me?”

Although Zhao Min had learned martial arts from several people, she was far inferior to Fan Yao and had no ability to resist at all.

“I am Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult. The Bitter Monk fabricated this identity to infiltrate the Prince of Ruyang’s mansion. He never sincerely pledged allegiance to us, so how can you say he betrayed us?”

Fan Yao offered an explanation, then shouted loudly at Wang Baobao, who was not far away, "Your sister's life is in my hands. If you want to save her life, order your troops to lay down their weapons and surrender now!"

"Minmin! You mustn't hurt my sister!" Wang Baobao was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Zhao Min was not only his favorite younger sister, but also the apple of Ruyang Prince's eye. If something really happened to her, he really didn't know how he would explain it.

"Brother, don't worry about me! The Ming Cult is about to be destroyed, he wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Baobao instantly calmed down.

The other party used Zhao Min's life as a threat only because they were afraid of the Ming Cult's defeat. They wouldn't dare to kill her unless they were pushed to the limit.

"If you release Minmin, I will withdraw my troops and give the Ming Cult a way out, how about that?"

"Give us a way out? You think too highly of yourself!"

Yue Zhuoqun's cold shout rang out, and the Yitian Sword emitted a chilling light, enveloping the six Xuanming people.

Amidst the flashing swords, a scene of shattered mountains and rivers, and withered and decaying land unfolds.

Chapter 115 One Sword, Poisonous Dragon, Breaks Through Ten Thousand Armies

On the battlefield, Yue Zhuoqun was undoubtedly the greatest threat, his sword was so strong it seemed otherworldly.

With each strike of the sword, dozens of soldiers were killed.

That sword move that transformed into the Five Sacred Mountains was even more terrifying; the sword energy it unleashed could kill two or three hundred people, which was simply outrageous.

Although Yang Xiao, White-browed Eagle King, and others were not weak, their killing speed was not on the same level as Yue Zhuoqun's.

The two elders of Xuanming had a wonderful fantasy in their hearts, thinking that with the Xuanming Divine Palm of their fellow disciples, plus the strength of A'da and the other three, even if they couldn't defeat Yue Zhuoqun, they could still keep him busy and prevent him from killing the soldiers.

As long as Yue Zhuoqun is stopped, it will not be a problem to wipe out the Ming Cult with an army of more than 20,000 men.

However, the imagination is often rich, but the reality is often harsh.

The six men had just rushed in front of Yue Zhuoqun when, before they could even unleash their martial arts skills, they were enveloped by the blinding sword light.

With this sword strike, the sword light clashed and crashed against the lock, shattering the mountains and rivers.

Whether it's the power of the Xuanming Divine Palm or a Shaolin secret technique, it's broken the moment they make contact.

It was as if my body had fallen into an endless sword domain, unable to break free or escape.

snort~

His clothes were torn, his body was covered in sword marks, and he was submerged in the light of the sword domain.

Boom~

The six men, covered in wounds, fell into the chaotic and bloody army, unable to struggle as they were trampled on by the soldiers.

Yue Zhuoqun, however, acted as if he had accomplished something insignificant, leaping into the air with a thick, ominous aura emanating from him.

hum!

As the sky darkened, dark clouds gathered and fell, and the power of heaven and earth enveloped the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The void seemed to be collapsing, and an invisible pressure was pressing on everyone's shoulders.

The Fifteen Deadly Swords, born for slaughter, is the most powerful sword that extinguishes all life!

At this moment, Yue Zhuoqun transformed into a killing god who came from hell.

hold head high!

The sword energy condensed into a poisonous dragon, which shot straight forward as the Heaven-Slaying Sword was swung out.

Wherever the sword energy dragon passed, it tore a trench more than two meters deep into the ground.

As it passed, the Tartar soldiers within a ten-meter radius were torn apart and reduced to nothingness before they could even scream.

In a battlefield of over 20,000 people, his sword cleaved a vacuum zone.

The sword energy dragon finally subsided only after it pierced through the entire battlefield and struck the distant mountain wall, causing a section of the mountain to collapse.

Nearly two thousand people perished under this sword.

Moreover, this only accounts for the number of people along the path of the sword qi poison dragon; it doesn't mean that only this many people can be killed.

The fiercely contested battlefield fell silent.

One by one, their bodies froze, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

"Bang! Crash!"

"Demon, devil~"

The Tartar army, finally realizing what was happening, retreated in terror and wailing, the shadow of death filling their hearts.

Wang Baobao's body trembled, a warm sensation coming from his groin: "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

He completely lost the courage to fight any longer, and even forgot about his sister Zhao Min, rushing down the mountain in a disheveled state.

I wish I could sprout wings and fly straight down from Bright Peak.

The sight of Yue Zhuoqun instilled in him an indelible fear.

This terrifying killing god is no longer someone he can defeat simply by relying on his large army.

The Ming Cult members were also terrified, but after the fear came boundless excitement. Seeing the Tartar army fleeing in disarray, they chased after them with shouts, without needing Chang Yuchun to give any orders.

After Yue Zhuoqun struck with his sword, he did not attack again, and landed on the ground to meditate.

The Fifteen Deadly Swords technique created by Yan Shisan is so powerful that it can destroy the heavens and the earth, and even he cannot fully control it.

I had already exercised enough restraint, only mobilizing a small portion of the power of heaven and earth, which was probably less than one-fifth of the true power of this sword strike.

Even so, this was the limit of his control.

Wang Baobao led an army of 40,000, leaving 5,000 at the foot of the mountain, while 35,000 went up the mountain.

After suffering numerous ambushes and losing thousands more, and being killed in the final battle, they were finally routed and pursued relentlessly by the Ming Cult members. In the end, they escaped with less than 20,000 men.

……

In the main hall of Bright Summit, Yue Zhuoqun sat upright in the position of the sect leader.

Yang Xiao and the other high-ranking officials stood below, their gazes towards him filled with awe and respect.

In their hearts, Yue Zhuoqun is no longer just a cult leader, but a god!

Despite their immense excitement after such a resounding victory, they remained too reserved to discuss it.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled faintly and said, "Although my sword strike was terrifying, it still falls within the realm of martial arts."

I am still just a mortal being; there's no need to revere me as a god or demon.

A mortal body? Within the realm of martial arts?

Is your behavior really that exaggerated?

The crowd secretly scoffed, not believing a word Yue Zhuoqun said.

However, the feeling of awe has eased considerably.

Yue Zhuoqun didn't know how to explain the crowd's reactions, so he turned to Fan Yao and changed the subject, saying, "Right Envoy Fan has endured humiliation and hardship for so many years, infiltrating the Yuan Mongol court. You've worked hard."

Fan Yao felt a warmth in her heart and said excitedly, "With these words from the sect leader, even if I suffer ten times more, I won't feel it's hard. It's just a pity that I misjudged the sect leader's strength and exposed my identity too early. I will no longer be able to gather intelligence for the brothers in the sect."

He took Zhao Min hostage because he saw that the Ming Cult had only a few thousand men against Wang Baobao's tens of thousands of troops and he was afraid that his Ming Cult brothers would suffer heavy casualties.

Unexpectedly, Yue Zhuoqun's strength was so formidable that he ended the battle with a single sword strike.

"Master, although Wang Baobao escaped, I captured Zhao Min. What should we do with her?"

After Fan Yao finished speaking, she waved her hand, and two Ming Cult members immediately grabbed Zhao Min and brought her forward.

Zhao Min~

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes lit up.

He still had a good impression of this woman who came from the Mongol Yuan dynasty, yet was bold in love and hate, and clever and resourceful.

Although she is only about fourteen years old, she has already grown into a beautiful young woman.

As soon as Zhao Min entered the main hall, her gaze fell upon Yue Zhuoqun, who was seated high in the main seat.

His eyes held both fear and curiosity.

Thinking of that terrifying sword strike on the battlefield, her delicate body trembled slightly, but she still mustered the courage to raise her swan-like neck.

“Minmin Temur, the beloved daughter of the Prince of Ruyang, possesses a courage that surpasses that of ninety percent of the men in the world.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min felt a surge of pride and said arrogantly, "Is Grand Master Yue going to hold a three-way trial to bully a little woman like me? Humph, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, I won't be afraid."

"If you weren't afraid, then why were you trembling just now?" Yue Zhuoqun asked with amusement.