The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

When Murong Bo saw Qiao Feng charging towards him, his expression changed, and he tried to push Murong Fu away.

However, Murong Fu, being a master at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, naturally realized what was happening.

Before Murong Bo could make a move, Murong Fu immediately put Murong Bo down and turned to face Qiao Feng.

"Brother Qiao, there must be some misunderstanding here. Please hold your hand."

Murong Fu used the Canhe Finger to block Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and said to him in a deep voice.

The two were known in the martial arts world as Qiao Feng in the North and Murong Fu in the South, and their status was equal. Naturally, Murong Fu would not be as respectful to Qiao Feng as he was to Lu Yao.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense!"

Qiao Feng said coldly, not wanting to argue with Murong Fu.

In the martial arts world, whoever has the strongest fist ultimately wins. Rather than arguing with others, Qiao Feng trusted his own fists more.

Once we capture Murong Bo, we'll have no trouble finding the mastermind behind it all.

"Qiao Feng! This is outrageous!"

Murong Fu was also filled with rage, staring intently at Qiao Feng.

Murong Fu drew a sword and attacked Qiao Feng with his sword techniques.

Qiao Feng, however, relied on his one signature move to conquer all. His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were incredibly powerful, and he struck Murong Fu with tremendous force.

Murong Fu spent many years learning various martial arts in his own Huanshi Water Pavilion. He possessed the unique skills of various martial arts schools, and with the addition of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique, his strength was not weak.

Qiao Feng's mastery of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was unparalleled, powerful and fierce, allowing him to fight Murong Fu to a standstill.

The two have completely opposite martial arts styles: one is flexible and versatile, with a continuous stream of various moves, while the other is direct and fierce, with wide and sweeping movements.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu were equally famous in the martial arts world, and their strength was not much different. In the original novel, Qiao Feng was able to suppress Murong Fu after he became the Southern King of Liao.

As the Southern King of Liao, Qiao Feng naturally had access to the martial arts classics treasured by Liao, which is why he was able to easily crush Murong Fu in the later stages of his life.

Unfortunately, due to Lu Yao's intervention, Qiao Feng did not encounter Yelü Hongji and others, and naturally could not become the Southern King of Liao.

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu clashed repeatedly, their inner energy surging, and it was difficult to determine a winner for a time.

"Go and lend Fu'er a hand!"

Seeing the two fighting fiercely, Murong Bo pushed away Deng Baichuan's hand that was supporting him and gave instructions to the four retainers.

The four retainers had all served Murong Bo and were his confidants. Although they did not understand why their lord had faked his death, they would still obey his orders.

The four exchanged a glance and then used their lightness skills to rush to Murong Fu's aid.

However, Elder Wu of the Beggars' Sect quickly discovered the actions of Deng Baichuan and the other three.

"Damn it! These scoundrels are trying to gang up on us! Brothers, follow me! Let's get Qiao Feng's reinforcements!"

Elder Wu looked indignant and quickly called on the elders beside him to take action.

The Beggars' Sect members who came here today all admire Qiao Feng. If it were a fair duel, they would naturally not interfere, as that would violate the code of chivalry.

But seeing that Murong Fu's side was actually ganging up on the few, how could they stand idly by?

Upon hearing Elder Wu's shout, the other three elders took the lead and charged towards Deng Baichuan and the others.

"Brothers! Charge with the elders!"

Seeing this, the other Beggars' Sect disciples were immediately filled with fervor. They picked up their sticks, shouted loudly, and followed the elders who were leading the charge.

Seeing this, Lu Yao frowned slightly and shielded Wang Yuyan to his side.

These Beggars' Sect disciples certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to attack Lu Yao. They had already witnessed Murong Bo's miserable state; to lay a hand on Lu Yao would be tantamount to courting death.

Moreover, since Lu Yao attacked Murong Bo just now, they naturally wouldn't consider Lu Yao to be one of Murong Fu's men.

"Brother Lu..."

Wang Yuyan looked at the scene becoming chaotic and her expression became somewhat tense.

"It's alright, Yu Yan, we can just watch the show."

Lu Yao chuckled lightly, not caring about the situation at the scene.

This chaotic battle was almost entirely orchestrated by Lu Yao himself, with the aim of making the Sweeper Monk appear.

The four retainers, confident in their martial arts skills, did not take the Beggars' Clan seriously.

"Hmph! A bunch of beggars dare to stand up for themselves?"

Bao Butong snorted coldly, and the iron knife in his hand flashed with a cold light as he attacked the Beggar Clan elders who had surrounded him.

The Beggars' Sect is known as the largest sect in the world, not because it is the strongest sect, but because it has the most members.

The martial arts skills of the four elders were clearly not as refined as those of the four retainers of the Murong clan. Although they could fight, they were all at a disadvantage.

However, the Beggars' Clan has never been known for its lone-wolf style, except for Qiao Feng.

"Beggar Clan disciples, heed my command! Deploy the Dog-Beating Stick Formation!"

After Elder Wu was knocked back by Bao Butong's single strike, he took the opportunity to retreat to the middle of the Beggar Clan disciples.

The other three elders immediately broke away from their battle with the other three and joined forces with the Beggars' Sect disciples to form a battle formation.

Soon, countless Beggar Clan disciples surrounded Deng Baichuan and the other three with sticks. The Dog-Beating Stick Formation was formed in an instant, with interconnected energy that was unpredictable.

"Oh no! It's the Beggars' Sect's signature formation! Brother, what do we do?"

Upon seeing this, Feng Bo'e's expression changed, and he looked at Deng Baichuan.

"No, no, what famous formation? I think it's just the Beggars' Sect exaggerating it."

Bao Butong shook his head, clearly not thinking the Dog-Beating Stick Formation was that powerful.

"No matter how strong we are, we have to go! Young Master is waiting for our support."

Deng Baichuan was clearly not as optimistic as Bao Butong. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to forcefully break through the formation.

The four men, like a sharp sword, plunged straight into the formation of staffs, unleashing their true energy and frantically attacking the formation composed of Beggar Clan disciples.

Because the Beggars' Sect was unprepared and the disciples forming the formation were of varying strengths, many Beggars' Sect disciples were soon seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Elder Wu looked anxious, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only force himself to hold on.

"What kind of Beggars' Sect's ultimate formation is this? It's nothing special!"

Bao Butong gave a cold shout and yelled loudly.

Although he is now seriously injured, he cannot lose his momentum.

"Die!"

Bao Butong brandished his iron sword wildly, unleashing a sweeping aura that sent the Beggar Clan elders and disciples who were fighting against him flying with a single blow.

"Hoohoo!"

Bao Butong, panting heavily, his expression gradually turned fierce. He used his movement technique to quickly approach the injured elder, intending to behead him with a single blow.

But at that moment, a powerful surge of true energy shattered Bao Butong's iron knife, sending it splintering into the ground.

Bao Butong was also shaken away by the aftershock of this true energy, and looked somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, Lu Yao's expression shifted, realizing that the person in question had arrived.

“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you have too much killing intent. You should lay down your butcher’s knife as soon as possible in order to get rid of the suffering of the world.”

An old monk in blue robes appeared in the arena, his eyes calm, and spoke softly to Bao Butong.

Bao Butong knew that this old monk was the owner of the true energy just now, so he dared not be presumptuous and did not dare to make a move against the monk in blue.

The monk in blue ignored Bao Butong and vanished instantly, suddenly appearing between Murong Fu and Qiao Feng.

The monk in blue easily grabbed the wrists of the two men, rendering them unable to move.