The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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When he said the word "daughter," he paused slightly, as if savoring the fresh sense of possession that the word brought.

Immediately, his icy gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"I, Wang Meng, swear that I will repay this hatred tenfold, a hundredfold, or I will not be a man!"

He raised one hand high, palm facing the sky, fingers pressed together like knives, and made his thunderous oath to the vast sky, a vow filled with bloodshed and slaughter!

I hereby swear to God!

And I swear to all of you!

"From this moment on, within twelve hours!"

"I want to completely erase that so-called 'Gusu Muqu' from the map of the Jiangnan martial arts world!"

"I want to turn that Canhe Village into a wasteland!"

"I will sink Swallow's Nest to the bottom of Lake Tai! I will wipe out the entire Murong clan, leaving not a single one alive!"

call out!

call out!

call out!

call out!

call out!

The words have not yet been spoken!

A series of rapid and sharp whistling sounds rang out simultaneously from all directions!

One after another, agile black figures, like ghosts, darted out from the rooftops of pavilions and towers, from the dense canopies of trees, and from behind the hidden artificial hills!

Their target was neither Wang Meng nor the fanatical crowd.

Instead, they swiftly seized all the key positions around the courtyard with a uniform, almost chillingly efficient, militaristic approach!

Rooftops, walls, corridors... every point from which they could exert their dominance was firmly controlled by them in just a few breaths!

The clamor of the crowd came to an abrupt halt once again.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Only then did they realize that all of these people who had suddenly appeared were women!

They were groups of young and beautiful maids, no more than twenty years old!

At this very moment, not a single man dared to harbor even the slightest romantic thoughts towards them!

Because what they exuded was a killing intent that was colder and purer than that of the most elite government imperial guards!

They were still wearing the same black, practical outfits from Mantuo Manor, which perfectly accentuated their shapely, youthful figures.

But apart from that, everything about them had absolutely nothing to do with the word "maid"! (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)

Each of them had a blank expression on their face, and their eyes, which should have been full of affection, only showed the coldness and focus of wolves towards their prey.

The weapons they wielded sent chills down the spines of the so-called "martial arts heroes" present.

There are no delicate ribbons or longswords like those used by ordinary women here.

In their hands were short crossbows, all gleaming with a faint blue light and laced with deadly poison!

It was the kind of powerful crossbow that could easily pierce three layers of cowhide armor within fifty paces, a weapon rarely seen in the military!

Besides short crossbows, they also carried all sorts of unheard-of, death-laden "gadgets" on their waists.

Some were hung with rows of poisoned darts, like the fangs of venomous snakes.

Some belts had several dark, gunpowder-filled iron bladders stuck in them, looking as if they would explode if squeezed.

Even more extreme, some of them carried a strangely shaped cylindrical object on their backs, made of dozens of thin bamboo tubes, which immediately reminded people of a weapon like "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles"!

The eighteen kinds of weapons?

Do not!

This is a terrifying army that is armed to the teeth with all kinds of poisons, hidden weapons, and mechanical techniques!

All that's missing is the armor!

However, please note that the Mantuo Manor is equipped with armor.

As a large trading venue that brings together wealth and secrets from all over the country, Mantuo Manor has never lacked money over the years.

With money, there's nothing you can't buy.

Not to mention the finest infantry armor and chainmail, which were explicitly prohibited from being privately manufactured by the Song Dynasty government, even the "close-fitting soft armor" specially crafted by top craftsmen for women's exquisite and curvaceous figures, which could both accentuate curves and provide excellent protection, and even the "women's Vajra outer armor" that covered vital areas such as the chest, shoulders, elbows, and knees on top of the soft armor and shimmered with metallic luster, were stored in the deepest secret vault of the manor in an astonishing quantity enough to arm an elite force of several hundred men.

However, having something and using it are two different things.

When the Song Dynasty was founded, the most taboo thing was that the local military was too strong, especially in the Jiangnan region, which was peaceful and prosperous but also full of undercurrents.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners who possess swords and even a few crossbows can usually be overlooked by the government as long as they don't cause too much trouble.

But if someone hoards armor without authorization... then the charge is completely different.

That's not just a simple "violation of the law," it's equivalent to "treason"!

It is a heinous crime that could wipe out any family or sect, leading to their complete destruction and extermination!

Considering that Mantuo Manor will need to make a living in the Song Dynasty for a long time to come.

Furthermore, the Mantuo Manor has always upheld loyalty to the Song Dynasty.

The core base cannot collapse!

Therefore, Wang Meng did not arrange for the maids to wear armor.

Even so, he still managed to flex his muscles in front of everyone in the village.

"set off!"

Wang Meng let out a low roar, and with his strong arms, he suddenly pulled the completely softened body in his arms, which was exuding a mature fragrance, even tighter into his embrace.

He forcefully sealed Li Qingluo's luscious red lips with his own, taking a deep breath.

That short, aggressive kiss, under the watchful eyes of everyone, resembled a wild beast publicly marking its possession.

He released her, and his fiery eyes slowly swept across the excited crowd.

That gaze was like a searchlight, or a scalpel.

He saw many familiar eyes, some filled with fanatical worship, others with undisguised jealousy, and still others with... that most primal, faint greed.

His gaze swept over countless faces, and finally, without fail, settled on a few places.

At the edge of the crowd, a "young man" dressed in the finest clothes stood quietly.

The "young man" was Princess Li Yueling from the distant Tang Kingdom. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her phoenix eyes, which should have been full of royal majesty, were now as complicated as a tangled mess of silk.

She watched Wang Meng embrace Li Qingluo intimately, oblivious to everyone else, and the heavy white cloth binding her breasts.

Instantly, it felt like a tempered iron chain was constricting her, making it hard for her to breathe.

A scorching heat, making her feel ashamed and furious, surged uncontrollably from deep within her lower abdomen, rushing straight towards those two nipples that had been rubbed until they were incredibly sensitive, but were now stinging and hardened with jealousy.

Her delicate fists, hidden beneath her wide sleeves, were clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into the tender flesh of her palms.

Her toys were taken away!

Not far away, Tian Yan, the unparalleled female leader of the peasant clan from the Great Qin Empire, calmly watched Wang Meng with her all-seeing eyes. Her expression remained indifferent, as if the bloody declaration and frenzied scene before her were nothing more than a game of chess within her calculations.

However, only she herself knew how chaotic and turbulent her supposedly unbreakable defenses, known as the "Lieshan Hall," were at that moment.

Between her long, straight legs, which were now tightly pressed together, seemed to be that familiar, sticky wetness that she both loved and hated.

Each of her breaths carried a chaotic, burning heat that only she could perceive.

Her brain was frantically analyzing the man's value and threat, but her body had already given the most honest answer.

On the other side of the crowd, a beautiful Taoist nun dressed in a blue robe held a whisk, standing aloof from the world.

Her beautiful and ethereal appearance seemed out of place in the frenzied and bloody atmosphere around her.

She was supposed to be a detached and indifferent person, but the moment Wang Meng's aggressive gaze swept over her body, her once proud and unwavering Daoist heart shattered into countless pieces.

She felt that the large Taoist robe she was wearing had become unbearably hot, as if countless ants were crawling freely on her smooth, jade-like skin.

In the most inconspicuous corner, Ning Zhongze, the wife of the Huashan Sect leader, was trying her best to hide herself in the shadows.

Her face, which always carried a gentle and virtuous smile, was now filled with struggle and an irresistible, decadent desire.

Wang Meng's gaze, so tangible, seemed to pierce through the crowd and imprint itself directly on her, stripping her bare once again.

In her mind, the "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness" she had been taught over the years were locked in a fierce battle with the "lewd words and lewd phrases" that this man had branded onto her with his full, burning body.

Ultimately, those so-called moral codes and ethics collapsed like a house of cards.

She could only bite her lower lip tightly, using the slight stinging pain to suppress the shameful sob that was about to escape from deep in her throat...

Wang Meng took in all of this.

"set off!"

Just as the burning fighting spirit of Mantuo Manor was about to converge into a steel torrent powerful enough to overturn the entire Taihu Lake, across the water from it, outside Suzhou City, in the Swallow Valley, the Canhe Manor was shrouded in a suffocating, deathly dark cloud.

This is the foundation of the Murong clan of Gusu, the last dream left behind by the long-destroyed Great Yan Kingdom.

The pavilions and towers within the manor, with their flying eaves and bracket sets, all exuded the heritage and pride of a centuries-old family. However, at this moment, this pride seemed to have been completely withered by a sudden frost.

The servants in the manor walked on tiptoe, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The guards who were usually on patrol were all pale-faced, their hands gripping their sword hilts tightly, their eyes filled with confusion and unease.

In recent days, sporadic and alarming news, like willow catkins, has drifted intermittently from the other side of Taihu Lake.

Young master... something happened at Mantuo Manor.

Grandpa Gongsun and Mr. Bao San... also... disappeared without a trace.

I heard... I heard that all the wealthy and powerful people in Jiangnan have gathered at Mantuo Manor to laugh at the Murong family!

Every rumor was like an invisible slap in the face, a resounding blow to the faces of these retainers who took pride in the name "Murong of Gusu".

Shame, and the fear of the unknown, like poisonous vines, entwined the heart of everyone.