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

Yue Zhuoqun assured me that as long as my father was willing to open the city gates before he took action, you would still be given important positions in the future.

Wang Baobao's eyes lit up; this was indeed a good backup plan.

Once Yue Zhuoqun conquers Dadu, he will inevitably establish a new dynasty, and his sister will likely become empress, or at least a concubine.

Then the father-in-law would be the emperor's father-in-law, and he himself would be the emperor's brother-in-law, whose status was far higher than that of the Prince of Ruyang.

He looked at Prince Ruyang expectantly: "Father?"

Prince Ruyang's eyes were downcast, and he was having trouble making a decision.

"Wow~"

Just then, a commotion arose outside: "Surround the mansion completely! Don't let a single person out!"

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in armor and exuding an air of nobility walked in: "I heard that my niece Minmin has returned?"

The three princes of Ruyang felt a chill in their hearts and their faces turned grim. They asked, "Seventh Prince, what do you mean by sending troops to surround my residence?"

"Minmin has finally returned home, so of course I must give her a grand welcome." The Seventh Prince's face was full of smiles, but his eyes were extremely gloomy: "I just don't know if Minmin has come back this time to visit relatives, or to plot to surrender the city to the enemy?"

At the critical moment of the battle between the two armies, the city gates of Dadu were tightly closed, and the news of Zhao Min's entry into the city could not be kept from those who were interested.

Upon hearing the news, he immediately led his personal guards to surround the residence of the Prince of Ruyang.

"Seventh Prince, don't make baseless accusations. As the commander of an army, how could I possibly surrender the city to the enemy!" Prince Ruyang said in a deep voice.

Even though her heart wavered, she could not admit it to the Seventh Prince at this moment.

After all, with the whole family in the mansion, if they dared to show even the slightest intention to defect to the enemy, the other side would definitely not show any mercy.

"Hmph! Do you think I would dare to let you continue as commander?" The Seventh Prince sneered: "Hand over the military seal, and I will take over the city's military defenses."

"You!" The Prince of Ruyang was furious.

Most of the army in the city were his own men; how could he tolerate them being taken away like this?

However, before he could speak, Zhao Min stopped him.

"The Seventh Prince wants to lead the army to fight against the Ming Cult, so why should Father stop him?" She was filled with disdain.

It was already clear that Prince Ruyang was wavering on whether to surrender, and now that the Seventh Prince wanted to seize power, it was a perfect opportunity for him to escape.

The Seventh Prince was nothing but a mediocre talent, and he was no match for the Ming Cult army's offensive.

Even if the city gates are breached and the Prince of Ruyang is allowed to reorganize the remaining troops and have them surrender, the result will be the same.

This would also help Prince Ruyang avoid the stigma of being defeated in defending the city.

"Hahaha, my niece Minmin is so sensible." The Seventh Prince laughed with satisfaction, completely unaware of the terrifying opponent he was about to face.

Chapter 122 The Yuan-Mongol Court Will Be Destroyed Today

The Seventh Prince's seizure of power did not cause any major upheaval in the city.

Although the generals of the Prince of Ruyang had grievances, they had no time to vent them, because the Ming Cult's three armies had already set up their formation outside the city at dawn, and a new round of battle was about to begin.

Yue Zhuoqun took the Yitian Sword from Zhiruo and slowly walked towards the city gate of Dadu.

On the city wall, the Seventh Prince watched his figure, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Is this the Ming Cult demon Yue Zhuoqun?"

"Your Highness, it is him!"

"Hmph! These martial arts practitioners are ignorant and think they're gods. They dare to try and breach the city walls with just a sword and a person?"

Upon hearing this, a general standing nearby twitched his lips and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness is unaware of the truth; this man's martial arts are unmatched in this era, and he should not be underestimated!"

"So what? I have two hundred thousand troops under my command! Where are the archers? Shoot him to death with a hail of arrows!" The Seventh Prince waved his hand dismissively and gave the order.

Wow~

In an instant, thousands of archers arrived at the city wall, drawing their bows and nocking their arrows.

"put!"

hum!

At the command, arrows shot out, filling the entire sky with a dark, oppressive mass.

Yue Zhuoqun continued forward, waving his right hand in front of him, his purple inner force transforming into a light screen to catch the rain of arrows.

Driven by his internal energy, the arrow spun around his body like a long black river, before flying backward at an even faster and more powerful speed.

puff puff~

"Ah~"

Accompanied by screams, a large number of soldiers on the city wall were shot dead, their bodies flying away with the immense force.

The Seventh Prince is of noble status and high above others.

Even if there are martial arts masters in the world, they are nothing more than performers in front of him. They have never seen such a terrifying scene.

He deflected thousands of arrows and then turned back to kill the enemy.

For him, this method was a scene from mythology.

He gasped in surprise and staggered backward, but fortunately, the general beside him caught him quickly, preventing him from collapsing to the ground and making a fool of himself.

"How could there be such a terrifying person in the world? He's a devil, he's a devil!"

His arms were trembling, his lips were quivering, and all traces of his previous haughty and disdainful expression were gone.

"Where are the twenty-four monks of the Prince of Ruyang? Quickly, get them to defend against the attack!"

The Prince of Ruyang had previously reported that the city was saved from falling thanks to the combined efforts of twenty-four monks, but he simply did not believe it.

Twenty-four monks, even if they joined forces, could they compare to a large army charging into battle?

They thought that was just an excuse from the Prince of Ruyang, who was actually trying to elevate himself.

Now, however, he believes it.

It turns out that when a person's martial arts skills reach their peak, they truly possess a divine might that is unmatched by ten thousand troops.

However, after he finished speaking, the twenty-four monks showed no intention of making a move.

The twenty-four monks were loyal to Prince Ruyang, but they had no loyalty to Prince Ruyang, the seventh prince.

The Seventh Prince roared with a grim expression, "Now that I am in power, even your master has been confined to the manor by me. Do you still dare to disobey my orders?"

The twenty-four monks frowned, then stepped forward reluctantly.

With a shout, they stomped their feet on the city wall and leaped down, charging towards Yue Zhuoqun.

Amidst the intermingling of figures, one of the Tibetan monks stood at the very front, with the number of people increasing in the rows behind him.

He used his strength to press his palm against the back of the person in front of him.

hum!

The air trembled as a powerful internal force converged within the body of the foremost Tibetan monk, distorting the space around him.

The method of combining body and joint function!

The combined internal energy of the twenty-four individuals reached an astonishing level, requiring at least three to four hundred years of cultivation.

In other words, a single person's capacity to withstand it is limited; any more than that would cause the monks in the front row to burst.

Otherwise, with the combined power of all twenty-four people, they could easily break through the void.

boom!

The Tibetan monk thrust out a palm, his red robes billowing, unleashing a torrent of palm force that compressed the air into layers of towering peaks, causing the ground to shatter and sink.

Yue Zhuoqun raised an eyebrow; this was definitely a very threatening attack.

Although it lacks the grand scale of Yan Shisan's Fifteen Deadly Swords, which mobilizes the power of heaven and earth, and the self-contained world of Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Force Field, it possesses the domineering power to shatter everything with brute force.

His body shuddered, and a pale golden light flickered between his flesh and blood. His blood boiled like a great river, and the rolling sound was like the roar of an angry dragon.

The immense power of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill and the nine levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill converged in his right fist, which he then slammed out.

Bang!

The air turbulence exploded, and the force of the punch created a vacuum fist imprint, shattering through the layers of palm force from the Tibetan monk.

"Pfft~"

The twenty-four monks coughed up blood, their formation immediately crumbled, and their bodies flew through the air and scattered on the ground.

The city walls were silent, and every Yuan Mongol soldier couldn't help but swallow hard.

Even the high monks who had resisted the Ming Cult army several times could not withstand a single punch from Yue Zhuoqun. How could this city be defended?

"Yan!"

A clear sword sound rang out as Yue Zhuoqun drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword and slowly raised it above his head.

"The Mongol Yuan Dynasty is destroyed today!"

laugh!

The Poison Dragon Sword Qi roared, slicing across the open space in front of the city for dozens of meters, and landed on the tightly closed city gate.

Bang! Crash!