The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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In that instant, as her soft fingers brushed against Wang Meng's hot and firm chest for the last time, her gaze lingered for a fleeting moment on his face, which, though not handsome, was full of wild charm, and on his blood-stained lips, which appeared somewhat vulnerable due to his unconsciousness.

Deep in her eyes, a complex emotion—mixed with shame, anger, and a strange reluctance—fleeted like a shooting star, a emotion she herself was unaware of.

Immediately, the softness in her eyes was replaced by an icy chill, and she reached her hand to her waist!

"Shh!"

With a soft click, a silver whip, gleaming like flowing light, appeared in her hand.

With a light touch of her toes on the ground, her delicate body, like a light yellow leaf, gracefully joined the battle!

Meanwhile, Li Qingluo looked at Wang Meng, who was lying flat beside her, covered in blood and whose life or death was unknown. The hatred she felt for Murong Fu was almost overwhelming.

Ignoring her own disheveled state, she immediately knelt down, stretched out her trembling hand, and began to examine Wang Meng's injuries.

When her fingertips touched Wang Meng's cold skin, felt his extremely weak pulse and his hideous wounds, an unprecedented panic gripped her heart.

Where have all the people gone?!

She suddenly looked up and let out a hysterical scream towards the depths of the manor: "Get out here right now!"

Call a doctor!

Go quickly and call a doctor!

If he dies, I'll chop you all up and use you as fertilizer!

Her voice echoed in the air, filled with violence and unquestionable authority, completely devoid of the usual languidness and charm of Madam Wang.

Upon seeing this, Murong Fu was greatly alarmed and cursed angrily, but he was already too busy to deal with the situation.

He had already given his all with just the swordsmanship of a single Taoist nun, but now there was another yellow-clad warrior whose martial arts were in no way inferior, and the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse!

The Taoist nun's "Azure Phoenix Sword" remained primarily offensive, its sword light like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, each move aimed at vital points, forcing him to take the blows head-on.

The soft whip in that beautiful woman's hand was like a cunning serpent, sometimes coiling around his wrist, sometimes sweeping towards his lower body, with tricky angles, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, targeting the weaknesses where his old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated!

For a moment, Murong Fu was in grave danger. His proud "Star Shift" skill could no longer be used with ease under the combined attack of the two.

In just a short while, his arms and legs were covered with several bloody welts from the all-pervasive whip tip, and his clothes were torn in several places by the sharp sword energy, leaving him in an extremely disheveled state!

"Protect the young master!"

Just as Murong Fu was struggling to hold his own and was about to be defeated, a loud shout came from the outer edge of the bamboo forest!

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight figures, carrying torches and weapons, rushed in like tigers descending a mountain.

Leading the group was Deng Baichuan, a retainer of the Murong family. Behind him were Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and others, all renowned experts from Jiangnan.

Originally, they didn't follow along to avoid suspicion.

After all, things like Li Qingluo's unwillingness to marry off her daughter are family matters.

Upon learning of the unexpected turn of events, they immediately came to provide reinforcements.

Seeing his young master being surrounded and attacked by two women from afar, already at a disadvantage, he was furious and immediately roared as he joined the battle.

"You audacious vixen, how dare you harm my young master!"

The most impatient of all was Feng Bo. Before he even arrived, the single blade in his hand had already transformed into a streak of lightning, sweeping towards the back of the man in yellow.

Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian simultaneously attacked the Daoist nun wielding the sword.

Deng Baichuan's Soft Cloud Palm was as dense as clouds, while Gongye Qian's Judge's Pen was designed to strike the opponent's vital points. The two cooperated tacitly, intending to help Murong Fu out of his predicament.

Only Bao Butong, who always loved to argue, chuckled coldly. Instead of joining the attack, he darted towards Li Qingluo and Wang Meng, who were lying on the ground, shouting, "No, no! To catch the thief, catch the leader first! If we capture these two culprits, they'll surrender without a fight!"

The situation on the battlefield reversed instantly!

What was originally a two-on-one situation instantly turned into a chaotic melee.

Although the Taoist nun and the woman in yellow were highly skilled in martial arts, the four great generals of the Murong family were no pushovers either.

The man in yellow, wielding a whip with agility, was entangled by Feng Bo'e's unreasonable and swift blade, and with the addition of numerous servants, he was unable to break free for a time.

The Daoist nun, fighting two against one, faced the combined attack of Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian. Although her swordsmanship remained ruthless, she could no longer pose a substantial threat to Murong Fu.

Having gained a moment to catch his breath, Murong Fu took a deep breath, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. He rallied, his palms flying, and once again engaged the Daoist nun in battle, creating a situation akin to three heroes fighting Lü Bu.

In the bamboo forest, figures crisscrossed, swords flashed, whips whistled, and palm winds surged!

The clanging of weapons, angry shouts, and muffled groans of the wounded filled the air, turning this usually tranquil and elegant bamboo forest into a bloody battlefield!

Just as Bao Butong was about to rush to Li Qingluo, several whooshing sounds rang out. Several camellia petals, shimmering with a faint light, shot out from the side like hidden weapons, heading straight for Bao Butong's face, throat, and other vital points!

Bao Butong was taken aback and had to stop in his tracks, raising his sleeve to block the attack.

With a few "plop" sounds, the petals were pushed aside, but the powerful force made his arm go numb.

He looked closely and saw that more than a dozen maids from Mantuo Manor, armed with swords, had arrived and surrounded Li Qingluo and Wang Meng in the center, glaring angrily at them!

The leader was a middle-aged woman around forty years old. She was dressed in a neat dark blue outfit and carried a strange, gleaming knife in her hand. The blade was long and narrow with a beautiful curve, clearly not an ordinary item.

She simply stood there, and naturally exuded an aura as solid as a mountain. Her eyes shone brightly as she opened and closed, clearly showing that she was a first-class master whose skills had reached a state of perfection!

If Wang Meng were still awake, he would recognize this woman as Wu Ma!

Just as he guessed, this seemingly ordinary housekeeper was actually a hidden martial arts master!

"Mr. Bao, how dare you cause trouble at Mantuo Manor!"

Wu Ma's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. She stood with her sword drawn, directly blocking Li Qingluo's path.

Upon seeing this, Bao Butong's expression changed, realizing that things would be difficult to resolve amicably today.

He was about to say a few more "No, no"s when the maids behind Wu Ma, their eyes red, formed a mysterious formation, brandishing their swords and blades, and together with the servants of Mantuo Manor who rushed up, they launched a counterattack against the Murong family!

The reason why Mantuo Manor has been able to stand safely in the martial arts world for so many years is certainly not only because of Li Qingluo's beauty and the collection of books in Langhuan Jade Cave.

These maids and servants had all received rigorous training from Li Qingluo, and their movements were measured and coordinated, far surpassing the guards of ordinary manor houses.

Their formation was well-coordinated, with each group supporting the others, and in a short time, it threw the Murong family's retainers into disarray.

The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed after the people from Mantuo Manor joined in!

The Murong family, who had initially held a numerical advantage, were now the ones being besieged.

Although Feng Bo'e's swift blade was fierce, he was surrounded by several maids and felt surrounded by weapons on all sides, constantly restrained and in grave danger.

Gongye Qian's judge's pen was supposed to be light and agile, but at this moment he was tightly entangled by several servants holding shields, and he was unable to use his skills.

The core of the battle remains the fight between Murong Fu and his two companions against the Taoist nun, the woman in yellow, and Wu Ma.

After Wu Ma joined the fray, the situation became clear!

Her swordsmanship was expansive and powerful, each strike carrying the force to shatter stone and split rocks, perfectly complementing Yan Qing's effeminate yet ruthless swordsmanship and Huang Rong's agile and cunning whip techniques.

Murong Fu felt the pressure increase a hundredfold!

With a flick of his left hand, he used the "Shifting Stars" technique to deflect Yan Qing's sword aimed at his heart. However, Wu Ma's katana, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, came crashing down on him from his right, forcing him to tumble and dodge in a sorry state. Meanwhile, Huang Rong's soft whip, like a venomous snake, coiled around his ankle from above.

"puff!"

Unable to dodge in time, Murong Fu's back was struck by Wu Ma's blade, instantly tearing his skin and causing blood to flow freely!

He groaned in pain and staggered.

In a battle between masters, one wrong move can lead to total defeat!

How could the Taoist nun and the woman in yellow let such a good opportunity slip by?

A flash of sword light and a whip shadow like a mountain simultaneously attacked Murong Fu!

"Be careful, son!"

Deng Baichuan, standing to the side, was furious. He let out a roar and, despite taking a blow from his opponent, broke through the encirclement. He unleashed a powerful palm strike with both hands, managing to block the fatal blow for Murong Fu.

"Hurry! I'll cover the rear!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Deng Baichuan's mouth as he shouted sternly.

A hint of humiliation and resentment flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, but he also knew that the situation was hopeless and if he didn't leave now, he might really perish here.

He gritted his teeth, no longer wanting to fight, feinted an attack, and turned to use his lightness skill to escape.

"Want to leave?

Did you ask about the sword in my hand?

The Taoist nun snorted coldly, her sword strikes quickening, tightly binding him.

Meanwhile, after forcing everyone back, Deng Baichuan realized that things were hopeless. He seized an opportunity, pushed off the ground with both feet, and shot out like an arrow, fleeing into the depths of the bamboo forest without looking back.

"Keep him!"

Wu Ma gave a sharp shout, but Deng Baichuan's lightness skill was superb, and he was determined to escape. The others could not catch up with him and could only watch helplessly as he disappeared into the night after a few leaps.

With Deng Baichuan's escape and Murong Fu's serious injury, the remaining Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and others suffered a crushing defeat. Before long, they were all subdued by the people of Mantuo Manor, their acupoints were sealed, and they were all tied up tightly, lying on the ground in a sorry state.

The once arrogant Murong Nan was now disheveled, with several wounds on his body. His arms were tightly bound by a soft whip in yellow robes, and his face was full of humiliation and resentment.

In the bamboo forest, only the heavy breathing of the people from Mantuo Manor and the angry curses of the captives remained.

"Kill everyone except these few!"

Surrounded and protected by her maids, Li Qingluo finally recovered slightly from her momentary loss of composure and madness.

She didn't even glance at the captured Murong family servants; her gaze was like a knife, piercing through the bound Murong Fu before turning to Wang Meng, who lay on the ground, barely breathing.

The maid had already brought a large brocade robe and carefully draped it over her, rescuing her from the brocade quilt.

Another maid brought a basin of water and a white cloth, knelt on the ground, and gently wiped the bloodstains and dust from her cheeks and neck.

After dressing properly, Li Qingluo's panic and dishevelment faded, replaced by a chilling and authoritative aura. She had transformed back into the aloof mistress of Mantuo Manor, except that now, deep within her eyes surged an undisguised savagery and murderous intent.

She slowly walked up to the captured Murong Fu and looked down at him.

Although Murong Fu was bound, he still held his head high, his eyes filled with defiance and resentment.

Li Qingluo ignored him and turned back to Wang Meng's side.

She gently stroked Wang Meng's pale, blood-stained face, a strange, almost morbid tenderness in her eyes, and then said softly, "You tell me, how should we deal with these people? It's up to you."

At this moment, with the emergency treatment of several female doctors, Wang Meng slowly regained consciousness.

He was in excruciating pain in his chest and arms, and his consciousness was still somewhat blurred, but the scene in the bamboo forest was still clearly visible to him. When he saw Murong Fu, who was bound hand and foot and in a sorry state, a feeling mixed with hatred and pleasure immediately rose in his heart.

He struggled, and in a weak but incredibly clear voice, pointed to Murong Fu, Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and Feng Bo'e, who were tied together in a chain. "Kill them all!"