Chapter 1110

"Young Master Murong, please come this way, we will send you straight to Despair Manor."

Saying so, the masked freak waved his big hand.

Four masked freaks were seen carrying over a soft sedan chair.

Clearly other martial artists could only be treated like dogs, yet he, Murong Fu, could be treated like a distinguished guest.

"So he's Murong Fu? But hasn't the Murong family declined ever since Murong Longcheng was slain?

Why does this Murong Fu know my Guigu Sect's Vertical Sword Art?"

Hearing Gai Nie watched the commotion here coldly, and upon hearing Murong Fu announce his own name, his heart could not help but fill with doubt.

Murong Longcheng was also the very sweeping monk of Yunzhou Shaolin back then.

He was originally the founder of the Gusu Murong clan, and with a single hand's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi he stood unrivaled in the Wu Lin.

Later, full of wild ambition, he changed his name and surname, infiltrated Yunzhou Shaolin, and became that sweeping monk of the Scripture Storage Pavilion.

When Zhang Cuishan returned, the jianghu was thrown into turmoil.

Murong Longcheng however united several Fomen experts, and together went up Mount Wudang to coerce Zhang Sanfeng, wanting to wipe out Wu Dangpai in one stroke.

It happened that at that time the Qinglong Society emerged into the world, and the Five Dragon Heads came on orders, to recruit Zhang Sanfeng as the Seventh Dragon Head.

Once Zhang Sanfeng gave his assent, the situation on Mount Wudang immediately changed drastically.

What had originally been a sure thing was, due to the Qinglong Society's intervention, overturned in an instant.

Murong Longcheng and several other Fomen experts died a violent death on the spot.

Together with that, Yunzhou Shaolin and the Gusu Murong clan behind them also suffered a devastating blow.

The Gusu Murong clan, once spoken of in the Wu Lin of the Great Song as "Northern Qiao Feng, Southern Murong," vanished without a trace from then on.

Who would have thought that this Murong Fu of the Gusu Murong clan, this time not only reappeared in the jianghu.

Even more strangely, he had actually managed to learn the Guigu Sect's unique Vertical Sword Art.

But why was that?

On the other side, seeing himself being respected by these masked freaks, the heart that Murong Fu had been holding in suspense was finally set at ease.

After putting on a show of refusing, he pointed at the four great generals of the Murong clan who were still sprawled on the ground, and said,

"These four are my household generals; if you don't mind, could you let them travel with me?"

"Since they are people of the Gusu Murong clan, they are honored guests of our Despair Manor, please…"

The leading masked freak, hearing this, immediately clapped his hands.

Another four soft sedan chairs were carried over.

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then beckoned Deng Baichuan and the other four to each board a soft sedan chair.

Once they were seated steadily, these masked freaks's feet kicked up wind, and carrying the few of them they headed toward that magnificent cluster of buildings in the distance.

Seeing Murong Fu receive such preferential treatment, the thoughts of the remaining people also became active.

Although their reputations fell somewhat short compared to the Gusu Murong clan.

They each felt that, given their own status, weren't they quite a bit higher than the declining Gusu Murong clan?

Therefore quite a few people immediately announced their own Zibaojia Sect, to avoid suffering that dog-collar-like humiliation.

It was just that the masked freaks were extremely respectful toward Murong Fu and his party of five, but toward the remaining martial artists they had no pleasant expression at all.

Regardless of which Men Sect's elder, or even sect master, they were all collared with a dog collar without exception.

Then they were led along, just like leading a dog, toward that Despair Manor.

"This prince is Prince Zongzan of the Tuboguo Sect, I request to see your manor lord."

Prince Zongzan saw that Kumojie had been keeping his eyes closed in concentrated breath-regulation the whole time, Bingbuli Society him.

And seeing that Murong Fu had received preferential treatment, he immediately shouted out loudly at the first moment.

"Yo? This time we've even netted quite a sizable fish!"

The leading masked freak, hearing Prince Zongzan's words, flashed his body and arrived before Prince Zongzan in an instant.

"Are you really Prince Zongzan of the Tuboguo Sect?"

"Precisely so, precisely so!"

Prince Zongzan immediately nodded busily without pause.

Afraid that the leading masked freak would not believe him, he said to his attendant guards,

"You all quickly fetch this prince's seal credential, and let this my lord inspect it."

Originally the prince's seal credential ought to be kept close to Prince Zongzan's person.

After all, such an item that proves one's identity was truly extremely important.

But Prince Zongzan was hot-tempered by nature, and also extremely lazy.

Therefore this important seal credential was instead handed over to the trusted guards by his side.

At this moment, once he gave the order, that guard immediately produced the prince's golden seal from his bosom.

Under this eerie sky, this golden seal that should have been resplendent in gold and jade was also stained with a layer of blood-red.

The masked freak lowered his head to look at the Tuboguo Sect script beneath the seal credential, shaking his head as if recognizing it.

After a long while, he finally said to Prince Zongzan with a smile,

"So it really is Prince Zongzan of the Tuboguo Sect who has arrived…"

"Haha! Precisely this prince!"

Prince Zongzan, hearing his tone, thought that he was about to receive preferential treatment right away.

At once he began putting on airs, and said in a swaggering manner,

"Quickly, this prince requires a soft sedan chair to attend him."

Snap!

What was waiting for Prince Zongzan was no palanquin.

It was a circle of cold iron collars.

"This... what are you doing..."

When had Prince Zongzan ever been insulted like this? Furious, he paid no heed to the situation and was about to burst out cursing.

"Slap!"

Those masked strangers were hardly going to indulge this prince. Before his filthy words could leave his mouth, a palm had already sent him reeling, his eyes seeing stars.

"What damn prince? Think you're something special?

Once you set foot in our Shanzhuang of Despair, if you're a tiger you crouch for us, if you're a dragon you coil for us!

A useless, worthless Tibetan prince like you dares bargain with us?

Don't believe me? One more punch and I'll blow your head clean off!"

The masked stranger who had slapped Prince Zongzan not only pressed his foot down on the prince, but also threatened him loudly.

At first, Prince Zongzan and his retinue had still wanted to put up a fight.

But the moment they heard about heads being blown off, they immediately recalled that blood-soaked scene from moments ago.

Their hearts quivered — how could they dare keep up their defiance?

"I-I-I..."

Prince Zongzan's fat face was stomped into the dirt, and aside from "I-I-I" he could not get a single word out.

"Amitabha! This humble monk is Kumojie. Might I ask, for this humble monk's sake, that you not make things difficult for our prince?"

Kumojie, who had been sitting with closed eyes in concentrated composure, could now only steel himself and speak up.

"Might you be the great master Kumojie, the Great Wheel Bright King of the Great Wheel Temple of Great Snow Mountain?"

Sure enough, upon hearing that this foreign monk was Kumojie, the leading masked stranger immediately shifted his tone.

"This humble monk is indeed!"

Kumojie secretly breathed a sigh of relief — these masked strangers truly did know his reputation.

"So this straw-bag prince came along with the great master, and yet you didn't say so earlier."

These masked strangers held Kumojie in considerable respect, though their words still betrayed contempt for Prince Zongzan.

But out of regard for Kumojie's face, they shifted the foot that had been stomping on Prince Zongzan's face.

The leading masked stranger even came over to Kumojie's side, took Kumojie's hand, and said,

"Our master has long heard of the great fame of the Great Wheel Bright King, and has always said he regrets he cannot discuss the Dharma with the Bright King.

Since the Bright King has arrived, please come up to Shanzhuang of Despair at once!"