Southern Murong Was the Greatest Under Heaven

How could Zhuo Bufan possibly believe it?

His pride, which he had held for most of his life, was completely crushed on the ground at this moment.

He was certainly unwilling to accept reality.

Ji Boying was not surprised by his reaction.

The three-zhang-long Sword Light in his hand was still pressed against Zhuo Bufan's throat.

Hundreds of people in the hall watched as Ji Boying stood there, his arm still and unmoving, when suddenly Sword Light pierced through his throat.

Blood instantly spilled from Zhuo Bufan's throat, and the flickering Sword Light on the iron sword in his right hand dissipated.

He stared in disbelief at the unshaking Ji Boying.

Ji Boying didn't even lift his arm, so how could the Sword Light pierce his throat?

Naturally, it was due to the release of internal energy, and the three-zhang-long purple sword grew another 1 chi out of thin air.

It pierced Zhuo Bufan's throat, and more than half a foot was still left.

It turned out that the three-zhang-long purple Sword Light was not Ji Boying's limit.

Ji Boying could have continued for even longer.

Everyone who had any connection with Zhuo Bufan was horrified.

Zhuo Bufan's strength is roughly equal to theirs.

What's most troublesome is Zhuo Bufan's incredibly sharp Sword Light.

The Sword Light of the person in front of him was already dozens of times stronger than that of Zhuo Bufan with just a casual display.

The Sword Light, three or four zhang long and incredibly sharp, was so powerful that even without any swordsmanship, no one dared to get close.

How could there be such incredible swordsmanship?

How could this young man possess such profound martial arts skills?

"Who are you? You're the junior brother of the Tianshan Child Elder?"

Wu Laoda shouted in a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, all the heroes present changed color.

They were terrified of the Tianshan Child Elder.

Now that Tianshan Child Elder is gone, the arrival of another junior brother of Tianshan Child Elder would naturally be enough to terrify them.

Fear gripped my heart.

The more I think about it, the more scared I get.

This junior brother seems to be even more skilled than the Tianshan Child Elder.

The group of people no longer had the enthusiasm they had shown to flatter Murong Fu.

It's like throwing a heart full of enthusiasm directly into ice water.

They were so frightened that they trembled all over.

Aside from the Tianshan Child Elder's junior brother, who else could possess such a young and handsome face and display such unpredictable martial arts skills?

It's over, this is really the end.

Seeing the heroes' expressions change, Murong Fu was very dissatisfied.

That's really disappointing.

Will winning over these people really help my grand plan?

At this moment, Murong Fu completely forgot about the fact that the combined power of these people far exceeded that of the Murong Family.

"That's wonderful! So Granny Tong still has a junior brother."

A surprised voice came from outside.

The people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were filled with anger, yet dared not speak out or express the slightest dissatisfaction.

They all cursed inwardly, "Where did this beast come from? Can't he even speak properly?"

The old hag has a junior brother; what's there to be happy about?

Then a strange bald man in brocade clothes came running in happily from outside, carrying a handful of pine cones.

Wu Laoda was shocked when he saw this.

What's that ugly monk doing here?

Then, the ugly monk happily ran forward, passing by the women of the Juntian Division who were being controlled. He casually patted their shoulders, thus releasing their pressure points.

The women of the Juntian Division then regained their mobility.

They immediately joined up with their sisters who were still resisting and standing guard on the sidelines.

There wasn't time to thank that ugly monk.

The ugly monk had already run up to Ji Boying.

The pine cones in his arms were also thrown on the ground.

Xu Zhu smiled and quickly took off the Jade Thumb Ring.

He happily handed it to Ji Boying.

"Grandma Tong has passed away. Before he died, Wuyazi forced me to become the leader of the Xiaoyao School. Before she died, Grandma Tong also entrusted me to take care of the Vulture Peak Palace."

"But I'm just a little monk from Shaolin Temple, how could I do such a thing? Fortunately, there's a senior here. You are Granny Tong's junior brother, so the Xiaoyao School and Vulture Peak Palace will both rely on you."

Looking at the jade Jade Thumb Ring handed to him, Ji Boying smiled and shook his head.

"You've misunderstood. I'm not Tianshan Child Elder's junior brother. They were just shouting randomly."

Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan then nodded to each other.

For a fleeting moment, they both began to doubt this possibility.

Although Ji Boying claimed to be Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan.

However, it's not impossible that members of the Xiaoyao School would go to Mount Zhongnan.

In particular, the origin of Ji Boying's martial arts skills is truly mysterious.

However, Ji Boying's denial put their doubts at ease.

Duan Yu smiled and introduced to Xu Zhu, "Little Master, Great Hero Ji is not a member of the Xiaoyao School. He is Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan, known as the Central Divine, who can overpower Northern Qiao Feng Southern Murong."

This nickname, which Xiao Feng uttered in the Apricot Forest, has indeed gradually become famous throughout the martial arts world.

It's wishful Beggar Gang to expect that the Beggars' Guild wouldn't spread this news.

Especially since Xiao Feng was still at Shaolin Temple, he caused quite a stir.

Ultimately, it's also inextricably linked to this person.

However, I've never heard of Xu Zhu.

He was just an ordinary little monk; how could he know anything about the ways of the martial world?

Ji Boying's kung fu was better than Xiao Feng's, and Xiao Feng's kung fu was better than Murong Bo's, so naturally he was also better than Murong Fu.

Therefore, Duan Yu boasted on his behalf that he could surpass Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South.

This is indeed a ranking of heroes from all directions, from north to south and center.

Although Murong Fu was not originally worthy of being included.

"Oh dear! So it is the Central Divine! This humble monk is ignorant and blind to recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me!"

Xu Zhu bowed politely.

The hundreds of people in the audience couldn't help but be somewhat taken aback.

Although not all of them have heard of this name, some have.

Naturally, they knew that this person had displayed great power in the Apricot Forest.

Although many of the Beggar Gang's Sect's scandals Apricot Forest, the Beggar Gang's Sect had so many beggars, of varying quality, scattered all over the country, that it was always difficult to keep their secrets completely.

They were all shocked, impressed, and relieved – they weren't from the Vulture Peak Palace.

But just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I was filled with anxiety again.

Such a highly accomplished person seems to be on the side of the Vulture Peak Palace.

What will they do?

Whom can they rely on?

Everyone looked at Murong Fu, who was standing in the middle.

But they only glanced at it and then secretly shook their heads.

Seeing everyone's reactions, and hearing Duan Yu, Duan Yu already infuriated him, introduce Ji Boying in this way, he was filled with shame and anger, and his anger surged.

He lost his temper for a moment and shouted angrily.

"What Central Divine? Someone who sprang from a crack in a rock, I've never heard of that name in the martial arts world. And what's with all this talk about overpowering Qiao Feng of the North and Murong Fu of the South! Just empty boasting!"

Murong Fu cursed aloud.

But this terrified the Four Great Retainers.

Murong Fu continued relentlessly.

They started cursing Xiao Feng again.

After all, he and Xiao Feng had a blood feud.

"What right does Northern Qiao Feng have to be compared with Southern Murong? They are just a bunch of Delia, a bunch of stinking Delia who get together to flatter each other."

"Isn't this Central Divine just something those stinking Delia bragged about?"

"What Sword Light? I think it's just a smokescreen! What martial art in the world can compare with the Murong Family's 'Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations?"

Murong Fu was extremely arrogant.

Ji Boying grinned as he looked at the arrogant Murong Fu.

He didn't lower his voice, but asked Duan Yu frankly.

How long has he had these symptoms?

Duan Yu smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

"His father was like this when he died."

Although Duan Yu didn't know exactly when Murong Fu's father died, he estimated it was only a few days ago.

After being injured by Xiao Feng, he passed on his internal energy to his son and then died.

Murong Fu was furious when he saw Ji Boying looking down on him as if no one else was around.

"You charlatans, die!"

With a clang, he drew his sword.

With his left foot touching the ground, he was about to charge at Ji Boying.

But he had only flown halfway, his body was in mid-air, and his legs were as high as people's chests.

"Young master, you mustn't!"

Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong were terrified.

I almost burst into tears.

They rushed forward and pounced on Murong Fu, grabbing him by the lower leg and pulling him down forcefully.

It caught Murong Fu off guard.

Even though Murong Fu received Murong Bo's teachings and his strength greatly improved.

However, he was caught off guard by the sneak attack from behind, and since the new skills he had just acquired were not ones he had trained himself, he could not control the strength of his power.

This hug disrupted his balance.

His body was about to fall in mid-air.

And because of his greatly improved skill, he rushed forward with great speed.

In their haste and panic, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e did not circulate their internal energy and were directly pulled off balance by Murong Fu.

Murong Fu, with two people hanging down on his legs, spread out in a starfish shape and face down, slapped down on the floor of the main hall!

Oh no, this is bad.

If this were filmed, it would be extremely embarrassing.

Murong Fu didn't even have time to be angry.

He quickly filled the iron sword in his hand with his inner strength and propped it up on the ground.

His kung fu has indeed improved a lot!

This piece pierced directly into the stone slab on the ground, five or six inches deep!

But it was precisely because his internal strength had greatly improved that he exerted too much force.

The manipulation of internal energy was not precise enough.

The crisp sound of breaking echoed throughout the hall.

The longsword broke into two or three pieces.

With a thud, Murong Fu slammed his fist to the ground.

All three of them couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Such a comical and bizarre scene caused everyone to burst out laughing, even though the atmosphere was quite serious.

Even Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan, Xu Zhu couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

Ji Boying, however, just grinned and kept laughing.

Fortunately, Murong Fu had profound internal strength to protect him, so he was not injured this time.

When he looked up, he saw that his eyes were red and his face was covered in tears.

I don't know if it was out of shame and anger or because I slapped myself face down and hit my nose.

Listening to the laughter coming from inside the main hall.

Murong Fu was not physically injured, but it felt as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, a nameless rage surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong were still lying on the ground, tightly hugging Murong Fu's calves and feet.

It was embarrassing, absolutely embarrassing.

It's better to lose face than to lose your life.

Although the Murong Family's reputation is more precious than human life.

But the only son of the Murong Family is the most precious!

The old master can't beat Xiao Feng, but with the young master's help, there might be a chance.

But the young master who received the old master's teachings is at most just a new old master.

There are losses involved in transmitting power.

If father and son hadn't been of one mind, it's hard to say whether they could have preserved even half of their combined power.

Young Master's skills have greatly improved.

Southern Murong finally had the opportunity to be compared to Xiao Feng.

But it's only a comparison!

If Xiao Feng couldn't beat this person, how could Murong Fu possibly have a chance?

Especially watching this person use his skills, Bao Butong had never seen this person at his peak and with all his might.

It's unclear whether it was always capable of unleashing Sword Light three or four zhang long, or whether its skill has recently improved significantly.

But neither of these options is something Murong Fu can just sneer at.

How dare you, a little teddy bear, provoke a Siberian tiger?

How dare you!

But Murong Fu was a proud man to begin with.

They are so proud that they look down on Chinese characters.

Not to mention his recent significant improvement in skill.

He has also fought against the most skilled martial artist in this martial arts world!

Although he only swung his sword at Xiao Feng a few times from afar, he was knocked to the ground and unable to move by Xiao Feng's powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

He watched as his father was beaten half to death.

He considers himself someone who has seen the pinnacle.

Even the most elite martial artists have never used such exaggerated palm wind and blade energy.

Half of his heart was unwilling to admit defeat, and the other half was proud, which naturally gave rise to the idea that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

This person in front of me must be a fraud!

What kind of skill is it to kill Zhuo Bufan in an instant?

If I, Murong Fu, wanted to kill him instantly, it would be a piece of cake!

After all, he had Soul Ring attached to him!

Father! Grant me strength from your spirit in heaven!

Just as he was about to unleash his power, he was suddenly humiliated by his two subordinates behind him.

Murong Fu's entire face turned red with anger.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands and struggled on the ground like a toad.

He gathered all his internal strength and pushed off with both feet.

The powerful force was filled with Murong Fu's anger.

This directly caused Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e to be unable to hold on any longer.

An irresistible internal force slammed into their chests.

He kicked them both backward, sending them flying two or three meters.

He was already spitting blood in mid-air.

Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian were both shocked.

They all flew backwards.

He leaped into the air and embraced Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e.

He was thrown backward a full ten feet by that powerful force.

They managed to deflect some of the force, saving both of their lives.

Blood kept flowing from Bao Butong's and Feng Bo'e's mouths.

He spat out a large amount of saliva as soon as he opened his mouth.

His chest was deeply sunken, and his internal organs had turned into a pulpy mess.

Murong Fu's strength has truly improved significantly.

They were both only able to exhale, not inhale.

Even so, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e still held tightly to Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian's collars.

Blood was gushing from his mouth, and he was making incoherent sounds.

"Go... don't... be too strong... Young Master... the Murong family... cannot... die out..."

"We can't win... quickly... take... the... man... and run..."

He managed to utter a few incoherent words to convey his meaning.

The two of them were then unable to utter a sound.

They were just waiting for a few more breaths before they were completely dead.