He Lan Tianxia

"Dead." The woman replied viciously, then with a flick of her wrist, the twin snow swords were sheathed on her back. With a stomp of her foot, she vanished like the wind.

This woman's martial arts skills seem to be quite good as well, and she even reminds me a bit of the white-haired woman, but she's still far inferior to the white-haired woman. How did she end up being associated with the abbot?

The abbot withdrew his staff while Murong Junlan was distracted, then swung it again. Murong Junlan was enraged; he wanted to capture this fellow alive to rescue his beloved concubine, and he lashed out with the thin rope in his hand, each strike aimed to kill.

Boom! A loud explosion suddenly came from the direction the woman had left.

Ah! A piercing scream was heard.

"Get out of the way, you little wench!" It was Luo Xie's cursing voice.

Murong Junlan thrust out a fierce palm strike and rushed straight towards that direction.

In a vast meadow, several trees were scattered about in a pleasing manner. Several people were hanging upside down in the trees, some in groups of three or four, all bound and gagged with cloth. Only Luo Xie's mouth was empty, and he took the opportunity to banter with the woman hanging there.

"Little beauty, you still have some good looks. How about I, the Chanyu, take you in as a concubine?"

*Pfft.* Luo Xie's mouth was stuffed with something dry. What the hell, horse manure? Luo Xie spat out the horse manure and immediately started cursing: "You stinking woman, you dare to shit in front of this Chanyu? I think you're tired of living."

The woman moved her hand, and a snow-white sword came flying at him. Fortunately, Murong Junlan was quick-witted and deflected it with two swift movements, then launched a fierce attack at the woman.

This time, the woman didn't fight back. She knew she was no match for Murong Junlan. She exchanged a dozen or so blows with feints and real attacks, then slapped a dry horse manure at the people hanging upside down before turning to run away.

Want to leave? No way. Murong Junlan twirled the thin rope in his hand, making a rustling sound. He was certain that the woman wanted to go find his Yan'er, but the current situation did not allow him to leave. If he could protect Yan'er, the only thing he could do now was to hold onto this woman and prevent her from leaving.

"Kill them!" The abbot rushed up from behind, waving his staff in a fit of rage. The fierce look in his eyes made him look nothing like a monk.

What's infuriating is that as soon as the abbot finished speaking, a group of monks suddenly appeared around him. Murong Junlan glanced at them and saw that they were all martial monks from Anqiao Temple. How did hundreds of people suddenly appear?

"Your Highness, we all let that stinky monk drug us." Luo Xie revealed the truth at the right time.

Murong Junlan thought to himself, as the saying goes, "Many ants can kill an elephant." Dealing with this group by himself wouldn't be difficult, but rescuing people and keeping the woman occupied would be quite challenging. Currently, the best strategy was to strike first and catch them off guard. In the blink of an eye, Murong Junlan's figure blurred, and he instantly teleported to Luo Xie's side, then slapped the rope away with maximum force.

The woman seemed to have guessed the prince's intentions. She beckoned the abbot to join the fray, and then she herself brandished her twin snow swords and charged forward. Instantly, sand and stones flew, obscuring the sky and sun; leaves fell in torrents; a fierce wind and rain raged, and the world darkened...

"On the Vajra Formation!" the abbot shouted arrogantly, snorting twice. "Amitabha, Prince Murong, this old monk does not believe you can escape today's inescapable net."

He came here today for revenge. They say a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. I never thought that heaven would have eyes. The humiliation of having his pants pulled down that day was avenged so quickly. It is truly gratifying.

Murong Junlan turned around, then spun 360 degrees, dove to the ground, and with a whoosh, soared into the sky like an eagle, leaving only a wisp of auspicious cloud behind.

What about people?

A long whip lashed out, and Hong Xiuying, dressed in her wedding gown, was forced to fall from the air.