After killing Wang Baobao, commander of the Yuan army, from afar with his flying sword, Zhang Sanfeng ordered the Seven Heroes of Wudang to lead a full-scale assault on the Yuan forces.
The Yuan forces hastily mustered their army for battle. Zhang Sanfeng descended from the sky onto the battlefield and surveyed the three hundred thousand Yuan soldiers opposite him. With a shake of his Daoist robe, the Zhenwu Sword flew out and transformed into a mountain of swords that rained down on them.
The Yuan soldiers stared blankly, rooted to the spot in stunned terror.
Wudang's anti-Yuan army watched the mountain of swords crash down. Two hundred thousand Yuan soldiers fell, with not a single survivor, and the onlookers all sucked in a cold breath.
"Is this the power of an immortal? Perfected Zhang is incredible!" the members of the Ming Cult exclaimed in unison.
After killing the two hundred thousand Yuan soldiers, Zhang Sanfeng said to Song Yuanqiao, "Yuanqiao, lead the army with your junior brothers and clear the battlefield."
"Yes, Master!" the Seven Heroes of Wudang answered in unison.
Then Zhang Sanfeng sprang straight up, landed on the Zhenwu Sword, and flew off toward Yuan Dadu.
A short while later, he reached the skies above Yuan Dadu and slowly descended.
The Yuan soldiers drew their bows and fired at Zhang Sanfeng. With a sweep of his Daoist robe, the countless arrows reversed course and killed the soldiers who had loosed them.
Just like that, Zhang Sanfeng walked straight into the imperial palace as though no one stood in his way.
The guards trembled, not daring to approach him, until he encountered a monk.
Looking at the monk, whose blood and vital energy brimmed with vigor, Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Phags-pa, state preceptor of