Chapter 520: A Single Body Fights Three Thousand Miles, A Single Sword Can Withstand a Million Troops

What happened in Hutou City spread across the Central Plains and Northern Mang at an unimaginable speed, with everyone scrambling to discuss it.

The speed of this spread was truly too fast, making one suspect whether someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes.

But regardless, the scene that occurred in Hutou City was enough to shock the world.

The Beiliang Army routed Northern Mang, and for some reason, this incurred the dissatisfaction of the Zhao Family Emperor.

Under the arrangements of the Zhao Family Emperor, a sword flew ten thousand miles from the Dongyue Sword Pool toward Hutou City, severely wounding the Beiliang King.

If not for Murong Wudi acting as a guardian, I fear that the Female Liang King, who had been in office for less than a year, would have lost her life.

And afterward, Murong Wudi pointed his sword at the Imperial City, declaring that he would return the sword in ten days.

As for the four words "Zhao Family brat," they were truly treasonous; even within the borders of Beiliang, few dared to mention them.

This matter caused a stir in both the court and the public, leading to endless discussion.

Let alone within the borders of Beiliang where public resentment was boiling, even in the Central Plains, people felt the Zhao Family Emperor had gone too far. After all, they were guarding the national gates for him; while the war was in full swing, he came to launch a sneak attack, fighting among his own people—it was simply immoral.

If Beiliang were lost and the million cavalry of Northern Mang trampled the Central Plains, what a scene of devastation that would be.

In reality, if the Female Liang King died, the former Prince Xu Fengnian would naturally take over.

If Xu Fengnian died, the Military Saint Chen Zhibao would take over. One of the reasons Xie Guanying added fuel to the fire was his intention for Chen Zhibao to become the Beiliang King.

However, under the influence of an invisible hand, few could see the essence through this matter.

Of course, there was no lack of people secretly rubbing their hands in anticipation.

Murong Tonghuang entering the Imperial City alone—that would be another good show to watch.

Come to think of it, these recent martial arts grand events have all been related to this Murong Wudi.

The battle at the East Sea, the Huishan Snow Gathering, and now, Murong entering the Imperial City.

But as the Imperial City is the capital, where dragon veins converge and experts are as numerous as clouds, can Yu Liancheng really return the sword as he wishes?

And before returning the sword, Murong Tonghuang still has one thing to do.

Hutou City.

Longyan'er Plain.

Woo—!

A majestic and mournful horn sound suddenly rang through the sky.

A pitch-black torrent of iron armor slowly surged out, and nearly a thousand Northern Mang catapults launched a volley in unison, like fire raining from the sky.

A new day.

A new siege battle.

Only, compared to today's siege, the ones from the previous few days seemed exceptionally "gentle and affectionate."

The sounds of slaughter, weapons clashing, and stones being thrown were incessant.

In this battle, the Northern Mang iron cavalry finally revealed their true strength, like a prehistoric beast, constantly biting at Hutou City.

The person leading this battle on the Northern Mang side was a fat man wearing armor and a saber; the fat man sat upon a massive and spirited steed, the man and horse complementing each other perfectly.

Although this fat man was fat, weighing at least two hundred catties, he did not appear bloated; his physique was robust, his skin dark as charcoal, and he carried a fierce aura—one look and it was clear he was a master long accustomed to the slaughter of the battlefield.

The fat man's surname was Dong; his father was a scholar and survivor of the Spring and Autumn period, and his mother was a woman from a small, humble family in Northern Mang, with no background to speak of. After enlisting for over a decade, relying on his illustrious military achievements, he leaped from a nameless little soldier to become the most dazzling hero and tycoon of the Northern Mang Southern Court.

Before the first Liangmang War broke out, he was even exceptionally honored by the Female Emperor as the Southern Court Great King, nominally in charge of the Southern Court's four hundred thousand troops, enjoying infinite glory.

Dong Zhuo subconsciously tapped his upper and lower teeth together and looked around. Besides the nearly a thousand elite Dong family personal guards, there were also top martial arts experts from Northern Mang's three major sects: the Moral Sect, the Chess Sword Music Mansion, and the Princess Tomb.

On the perimeter were a full hundred giant bed-crossbows, claimed to be capable of firing a shot within a hundred zhang equivalent to the sword strike of a Land Immortal; they were all operated by the strongest men in the army, with the accuracy handled by the Qi Practitioners of the Southern Court.

This youngest Southern Court Great King in history could be said to have built an iron-clad empire around himself.

Dong Zhuo raised his head, his gaze following the giant stones smashing toward Hutou City, and muttered to himself.

"They all say that Murong Tonghuang is an enemy of ten thousand, an enemy of ten million, taking a person's head from amidst an army as easily as reaching into a bag. If you dare to appear, if you can dodge the rain of flying swords shot from those bed-crossbows, I, Dong Zhuo, guarantee... I will definitely run, as far away as I can. But if you, Murong Wudi, are to die under the bed-crossbows, then don't blame me, Dong Zhuo, for taking the first merit."

"Fatty Dong, the Imperial Tutor has already told us to retreat, yet you still want to fight; aren't you afraid of having your head chopped off by Her Majesty the Female Emperor when you go back?" Beside the fat man was a young woman in armor on horseback, heroic and spirited, with a vivid charm; hanging at her waist was an ancient sword with a peacock-green scabbard—one look and it was clear she was a heroine who did not yield to men, with no suspicion of being a mere vase.

This woman was the daughter of the Tibing Mountain Mountain Master, Fifth Hao, and it was precisely because of the help from Tibing Mountain that Fatty Dong's rise was so unstoppable.

Fatty Dong sighed and said, "These days have been stifling to fight. Her Majesty the Female Emperor believed the ghost stories of the Taiping Decree, forcing our Northern Mang iron cavalry to lose more than we win in major battles. Clearly, we could have won several times, but in the end, we lost, and we had to make the acting look real so the other side wouldn't notice—what kind of business is this?"

"Since the Taiping Decree can be revered as the Imperial Tutor by Her Majesty the Female Emperor, he naturally has true learning and ability. Since he ordered it this way, he naturally has his considerations; you should stop complaining," the woman said.

"I know the reason, isn't it just fearing that Murong Wudi? But Murong Wudi is also human; can he really blow away our million-strong Northern Mang army in one breath?"

Dong Zhuo shook his head. As the Southern Court Great King, he knew Northern Mang had a Shenfeng Army, and he also knew there was a Murong Wudi.

For this reason, he had specifically consulted several Northern Mang First Grade Grandmasters and confirmed it repeatedly.

Once a martial artist reaches the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm and attains what Confucianism calls Heavenly Human Induction, they can resonate with heaven and earth, and the Qi within the martial artist becomes like a surging river meeting its flood season, truly like a tiger gaining wings. But this act of stealing the phenomena of heaven and earth cannot be sustained; once it involves the depletion of a martial artist's roots, it is difficult to replenish in a short time.

Otherwise, if two experts were both in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, wouldn't they be able to fight until the end of time?

This Murong Tonghuang is already the undisputed number one in the world, so let's say his Qi is ten times that of an ordinary world-class expert; he can be an enemy of ten thousand, but can he be an enemy of one hundred thousand?

What's more, among these one hundred thousand people, there are many martial arts experts, and there are also a hundred giant bed-crossbows equivalent to the sword strike of a Land Immortal—he has mobilized all of them from the entire battlefield.

In addition, that Great Master of the Spider Web, Li Mibi, is also hidden in the shadows.

If Murong Tonghuang is truly invincible, then... Fatty Dong will immediately have Li Mibi take him and flee.

As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.

"This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. Liyang and Beiliang are biting each other like dogs; that young Emperor of Liyang finally created this situation, if we in Northern Mang don't act, we deserve to be struck by lightning," Dong Zhuo muttered to himself.

In reality, his actions were also related to the tacit approval of Her Majesty the Female Emperor; otherwise, how could he have mobilized all the giant bed-crossbows, and how could he have invited the ancestor of the Spider Web, Li Mibi?

If this battle succeeds, it will naturally be easy to explain.

But if it fails, he, Dong Zhuo, has disobeyed military orders, and I fear he will immediately become the target of public criticism.

"Come, Murong Tonghuang, show your invincible combat power and see whether I, Dong Zhuo, am right or wrong." A flash of fanaticism crossed Dong Zhuo's eyes, like a gambler addicted to betting, losing everything and recklessly staking his wife and children on it.

Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens, for a person suddenly appeared on the city wall.

Dressed in black.

Peerless in grace and talent.

In his hand, he held a long sword overflowing with Jinguang, though it lacked a sword tip.

In reality, after this sword was broken, less than half remained, yet even so, it was still several inches longer than an ordinary sword.

That person arrived lightly beneath the city walls.

He swung the Wuming Broken Sword in his hand.

Instantly, he slashed out a golden Sword Qi over ten zhang long, peerlessly sharp.

In the blink of an eye, Beimang soldiers were torn to shreds, their limbs ruptured; their thick armor, under the sweep of the sword light, was unable to withstand a single blow, instantly shattered into smithereens.

That person walked step by step toward the direction where Dong Zhuo was, neither fast nor slow.

The Wuming Broken Sword in his hand swung continuously, and streaks of God-like sword light flew out, cutting through metal and jade.

For a time, severed limbs and arms, and heads were tossed into the air; blood gathered like a small stream, dyeing the earth and sky red.

In just a few breaths of time, within a range of several dozen zhang around Yu Liancheng, there was not a single living thing left.

"Truly a monster!"

Dong Zhuo's expression changed slightly, and as he waved his arm, the bed-crossbows, claimed to be equivalent to the sword strike of a Land Immortal, fired in a volley, tearing through the sky, bringing with them a howling sound like ghosts crying and wolves shrieking, enveloping Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand, and swung; the Sword Qi swept across, and those thick arrows were shattered one by one into powder, scattering and falling all over the ground.

Glancing again at the Southern Court Great King, whose expression was extremely ugly and who was already preparing to flee, Murong Wudi smiled slightly and slashed out with his sword once more.

This sword strike was more vast than any of the previous ones.

The Sword Qi soared into the sky, the sword light was brilliant, and in an instant, it spread out for several dozen zhang; a huge crack was carved into the ground, soil flew up like waves, rushing straight toward Dong Zhuo.

The soldiers who stood in front of the Sword Qi, whether clad in heavy armor or carefully selected martial arts experts, were all torn to pieces.

The end of the Xiangfu era.

The Southern Court Great King Dong Zhuo led an army of one hundred thousand to attack Hutou City, while the Beiliang King Xu Weixiong lay unconscious. The morale of Hutou City was scattered, and it was in imminent danger.

Murong Tonghuang struck out from the city with one sword, routing an army of one hundred thousand.

The Southern Court Great King Dong Zhuo died in battle, and the Spider Web leader Li Mibi was heavily wounded.

Fighting across three thousand miles in a single body, one sword can hold off a million troops.