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

He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Old, old Taoist, you must be joking. The Tartar soldiers are all cruel and bloodthirsty. We should run away quickly. There's no reason for us to go and meet them."

As they were talking, the conflict behind them had already begun.

Under the orders of the Tibetan monk, all the government troops bent down to row the boat, increasing their speed several times over. In just a few breaths, they caught up with the small boat that Chang Yuchun was on.

"Shoot them dead with arrows!"

Seeing that the distance was closing, the Tibetan monk immediately gave the order.

More than a dozen government soldiers immediately drew their bows and nocked their arrows, which flew through the air.

Chang Yuchun was startled and quickly turned around, swinging his oar to strike the arrow.

He blocked most of the arrows, but some still slipped through. He felt a sharp pain in his heart; he had already been hit by two arrows in his shoulder.

The piercing pain made his brows furrow and the veins on his neck bulge.

Already wounded and hit by an arrow, anyone else would have collapsed to the ground, but he stubbornly straightened his back and protected Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Tiansheng behind him.

He didn't forget to instruct, "Boatman, row quickly!"

"Can he even row? Shoot the boatman first."

The Tibetan monk sneered and issued another order.

咻咻 咻 ~

The second volley of arrows pierced the air and headed straight for the boatman.

Chang Yuchun's eyes were bloodshot, yet he was helpless.

He had already done his best to protect the two children, so how could he possibly protect the boatman?

Just as the boatman was about to die tragically under the arrows, a cold shout rang out: "You barbaric Tartars, how dare you kill innocent people in front of this old Taoist priest!"

Zhang Sanfeng stepped on the deck, causing the bow of the boat to sink, and his body leaped up with a whoosh.

He was farther from Chang Yuchun's ships than the Tartar soldiers were, yet he arrived before the arrows.

While in mid-air, he waved his whisk and cleaved the arrow in two with a bang, sending it crashing into the Han River.

The two Tibetan monks frowned and shouted angrily, "Where did this stinking Taoist come from, daring to interfere in the affairs of the imperial court? If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or we'll shoot you dead too."

"Hmph! The Yuan Mongol court can't even command this old Taoist. But you evil dogs who have committed countless atrocities and harmed innocent people, if you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Zhang Sanfeng may have looked like a sage, but his words were quite blunt.

"You're asking for it! Keep firing arrows!"

However, this time, after the order was given, there was no movement behind them for a long time.

The Tibetan monk was taken aback and subconsciously turned around to look.

But the dozen or so soldiers froze, their eyes filled with terror as they stared toward the stern of the ship.

Following their gaze, the monk also glanced towards the stern of the boat, and what he saw sent chills down his spine.

At the stern, a young Taoist priest had appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Sanfeng's impressive lightness skill in crossing the river just now did not frighten the two monks.

After all, it was performed right under their noses, so the impact wasn't strong; any top-tier martial arts master could do that.

But the sight of the young Taoist priest appearing at the stern of the boat sent chills down their spines.

If you can board the ship without them noticing, you can take their lives without them noticing.

How could one not be terrified?

"You...you're an accomplice of that old Taoist priest?"

"I'm here to kill you!"

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes flashed like lightning. Too lazy to waste words with these Tartars, he raised his hand and a powerful spiraling energy enveloped the Tartar soldiers.

puff~

As if pulled by invisible ropes, the bodies of the Tartar soldiers were torn apart on the spot, and their corpses fell into the water, staining the river red.

The two monks' pupils shrank sharply; they had never seen such a terrifying move before.

Even the Xuanming Divine Palm of the two Xuanming Elders beside the young princess could not unleash such destructive power.

In an instant, he realized that he was no match for this young Taoist.

He stomped heavily on the deck and leaped into the air, ready to escape into the distance.

But Yue Zhuoqun didn't even lift his eyelids, and lightly tapped two points in the air with his fingers.

shhhhh!

Two beams of light shot out from the sky.

The two monks were indeed skilled in martial arts. While in mid-air, they used their internal energy to forcefully swing their palms, trying to disperse the finger beams.

They used the Heart-Severing Palm technique, which, while not as renowned as the Xuanming Divine Palm, was still considered a sinister and deadly method.

The palm strike was simply torn apart like a piece of thin paper when it hit the golden finger beam.

puff puff!

The two monks' heads were thrown back, their foreheads pierced and bleeding, and they fell into the river and never moved again.

This clean and efficient method made Zhang Sanfeng raise an eyebrow, and he asked in surprise:

"Young fellow Daoist, is the One-Finger Divine Skill used by the Dali Duan family?"

He had met Guo Xiang when he was young and heard about Master Yideng's life from her, so he naturally knew about the One-Finger Divine Skill.

"Master Zhang truly lives up to his reputation as a martial arts grandmaster; his insight is indeed extraordinary." Yue Zhuoqun smiled slightly and nodded in response.

His methods of killing were ruthless, like a demonic demon, but now, when he smiled, he was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Haha, this old Taoist priest and young friend have never met before, yet you can recognize my identity, so your knowledge is quite good."

"If you still can't guess the identity of the person who crossed the long river in real life, you are really too ignorant."

Perhaps thinking of Guo Xiang, Zhang Sanfeng was in a good mood and stroked his white beard, saying:

"Since Master Yideng passed away, the One-Finger Divine Skill has rarely appeared in the martial arts world."

Young fellow Daoist, your ability to cultivate this martial art to such a high level is truly remarkable; you possess extraordinary talent.

Are you a descendant of the Duan family of Dali?

"He was not from the Duan family of Dali, but Yue Zhuoqun, the flag bearer of the Hou Tu Banner of the Ming Cult."

Zhang Sanfeng's cheerful expression froze instantly, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

He wasn't one to judge people based on their social status; it was just that his beloved disciple Zhang Cuishan was ultimately disgraced and forced to commit suicide because he married Yin Susu of the Eagle Sect and became sworn brothers with Xie Xun, the Golden-haired Lion King.

The third disciple, Yu Daiyan, also suffered a lifelong disability because of the Tianying Sect.

Although he barely managed to suppress the idea of ​​seeking revenge against the Ming Cult, no matter how magnanimous he was, he still harbored some resentment towards the Ming Cult.

Consequently, their enthusiasm for Yue Zhuoqun also waned.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Chang Yuchun's face lit up with excitement, and he quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yue Zhuoqun, saying:

“Chang Yuchun, a disciple of the Ming Cult, greets the flag bearer.”

"Banner bearer, these two are the children of my lord, King Zhou. I have been ordered to escort them out of Yuanzhou City."

Yue Zhuoqun nodded and smiled, "I came here to save you."

"May I ask how my lord is?"

“Yuanzhou City was breached by the Mongol army a few days ago. Although I managed to repel the army, King Zhou was seriously injured and has died.”

"Daddy~ Waaah~"

Upon hearing these words, the well-behaved and sensible Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Tiansheng burst into tears.

Chang Yuchun's face was also filled with grief.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng sighed inwardly.

The Ming Cult had a terrible reputation in the martial arts world, but his admiration for their resistance against the Mongol court was genuine.

"Fellow Daoist Yue, I see that Hero Chang is seriously injured. Let's treat his wounds first!"

Chapter 98 Healing the Wounded and Resolving Grudges

On the banks of the Han River, there is an abandoned courtyard.

“Chang Yingxiong’s injuries are very serious. In addition to the arrow wounds, there is also a kind of poisonous palm force that has invaded his internal organs. If he does not receive timely treatment, I am afraid his life will be in danger,” Zhang Sanfeng said.

"It was the Heart-Severing Palm technique used by those two Tibetan monks earlier. It was a bit tricky, but not impossible to resolve," Yue Zhuoqun said with a smile.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart skipped a beat: "Fellow Daoist Yue knows medicine?"

"I only have a rudimentary understanding of medicine. My medical skills are not good enough to save him, but I can still treat him with martial arts."

Yue Zhuoqun came up behind Chang Yuchun and reminded him, "I need to pull the arrow out of your body first, please bear with it."

"Just do it, Flag Bearer. Chang Yuchun can handle this pain." Chang Yuchun was in very poor condition, but his tone was incredibly heroic.