MM Racing Chapter 49 Seizing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, a Shocking Change in the Central Plains
Chapter 49 Seizing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, a Shocking Change in the Central Plains
"Who goes there? Why do you dare to offend my Ming Cult!"
Murong Yan walked beside Yang Kang and guided him into the main hall.
A woman's angry roar echoed from inside the main hall.
Inside the main hall, four masters dressed in different attire stood side by side.
The woman at the head of the group held a long whip and was dressed in Western Persian clothing, with large areas of her skin exposed, making her appear alluring and seductive.
Beside the woman stood a tall man with dry, yellow hair and grayish-brown eyes, clearly of Central Asian descent.
The other two were typical Han Chinese youths; one was dressed as a scholar, and the other was a lean old man.
"They are the four Dharma Protectors of the Ming Cult: the Dragon King, the Lion King, the Eagle King, and the Bat King."
"Normally, they are stationed outside the local branch altars to organize religious affairs, and they never leave their posts without the orders of the religious leader."
A sinister voice came from beneath Murong Yan's black robe as she introduced him to Yang Kang.
Are the titles of these positions still fixed?
Yang Kang thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."
Before he could speak, Nie Feng, wielding the Nine-Bend Greatsword, and Bu Jingyun, wielding an extremely long sword, charged towards the four like mountains. The heavy armor clashed, producing dull thuds from time to time.
Shi Tianze swept his spear to clear a path and followed closely behind. The three of them joined forces to pounce on the four Dharma Kings.
With the three masters joining forces, the four Dharma Kings were immediately overwhelmed.
However, after only ten moves, the three of them firmly suppressed the four Dharma Kings.
The Persian woman's long whip drew upon her inner energy, transforming it into a sky full of flames that hurtled towards Nie Feng. Nie Feng dodged to the side, bracing himself with his armor, and then swung his Nine-Bend Greatsword in a backhand strike, severing both the flames and the whip in one fell swoop.
Shi Tianze's spear thrusts forced the Lion King to retreat repeatedly, and Bu Jingyun seized the opportunity to strike the Lion King's shoulder armor with his sword, slamming him into the ground.
The Persian woman and another Western Regions Dharma King stood back to back, their long whips wrapped around knives, launching a fierce attack.
However, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were still young, and Shi Tianze was not a pure martial artist. Even with the help of equipment and the martial arts of the World Society, they could not defeat these four top-notch masters in a hurry.
But Yang Kang clearly didn't have that much patience. Seeing that he couldn't subdue the two for a long time, he suddenly ran, carrying the giant sword in one hand, and instantly attacked the two Western Region Dharma Kings.
The brown-haired man screamed in horror as the heavy sword sliced him in half at the waist in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing this, the other woman let out a horrified scream, wielding her long whip and channeling her inner energy into a sky full of tongues of fire that hurtled towards Yang Kang.
Yang Kang's figure flashed like a mountain collapsing, and the gust of wind he stirred up brought streams of air towards the woman, sweeping away the flames flying everywhere.
Before the woman could react, Yang Kang's heavy sword was already on her shoulder.
"Who exactly are you?"
The beautiful woman from the Western Regions had just asked this question in despair.
With a light slash of his heavy sword, Yang Kang unleashed a burst of true energy, cleaving the woman in front of him diagonally in two from the neck. Flesh and blood splattered out, splashing onto his white armor.
He casually wiped the blood from his cheek.
At the same time, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun had already killed the Lion King, and Shi Tianze pierced the Bat King's chest with a spear.
Yang Kang glanced in the direction of the secret chamber, then slammed his heavy sword into the stone wall next to the main hall.
With a loud thud, the stone wall collapsed.
Behind the stone wall, an old man sitting cross-legged looked at the scene before him in horror.
Yang Kang walked step by step toward the old man sitting cross-legged.
The clanging of armor echoed in the empty hall, while the Ming Cult members outside were blocked by rubble and unable to enter.
"Murong Yan".
The old man, who was sitting cross-legged, suppressed the fear in his eyes and looked at Murong Yan, who was dressed in black robes behind Yang Kang, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Master! How did you know it was mine?"
Murong Yan drifted into the secret room like a ghost, lifted her black robe, and asked in confusion.
"First, the Left Guardian of Light and the Five Elements Flag Master disappeared, and now the Four Great Dharma Protectors..."
"Over the years, branch altars in various parts of the Central Plains have suffered one misfortune after another."
"Only you, Right Envoy of Light, remain detached from the world, as if you have never been involved in these matters."
"Plus your surname, Murong, it's hard for me not to associate everything with you."
The old man sneered and suddenly turned to Yang Kang.
"Seventy pounds? No, it weighs at least a hundred pounds."
"Under the whole world, the only one who can wield this heavy sword with one hand and sweep across all directions is Yang Kang, the reincarnation of the Shandong Overlord and the leader of the World Society."
The cult leader said with certainty.
"Interesting. You sit among these mountains all day long, yet you know everything about the world."
A deep voice came from beneath Yang Kang's helmet.
"The Ming Cult travels between countries to do business, so intelligence work is naturally a top priority."
"I didn't expect that Chief Yang would return from the Mongol army on the western expedition so quickly and deliberately hide in this remote mountain area of my Ming Cult."
"They went to such lengths to destroy my Ming Cult."
"Our Ming Cult has perished today without injustice."
The old man said helplessly.
"Murong Yan said your name is Fang Yongle?"
"Yongle was Fang La's reign title..."
The old man remained silent, offering no answer, puzzled as to why Yang Kang had suddenly asked such a question.
"Fang Yongle, Murong Yan... How come so many people are nostalgic for those clownish regimes that have long since turned to dust?"
Yang Kang's deep laughter came from inside the helmet.
Suddenly, his voice changed abruptly, becoming cold and cruel.
Where is the manual for "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth"?
Yang Kang's tone already carried a hint of impatience.
Acquiring the "Great Shift of the Universe" is not like conquering the world; it is not worth Yang Kang's patience.
He had been sitting there for seven days, waiting for Murong Yan to come up the mountain; this was the limit of his endurance.
He no longer wanted to waste a single word on these cult organizations.
"I never imagined that Chief Yang, who is invincible, would covet the martial arts of others and commit genocide to steal their treasures."
"The Ming Cult leader, Fang Yongle, said with a grim expression."
Yang Kang simply watched him silently without saying a word.
Behind him, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Shi Tianze were poised to strike.
"How could such a terrifying person as you appear in this world... It's truly a matter of timing and fate."
Fang Yongle's face immediately turned bluish-red. In a struggle and contortion, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and then lowered his head.
At the moment he breathed his last, blood flowed from his seven orifices, a scene that was incredibly bizarre and horrifying.
Shi Tianze, however, paid no attention to the other party's behavior and stepped forward before Yang Kang could give the order.
Amidst the swaying and clanging of the armor, he grabbed Fang Yongle by the neck and shook the corpse up and down.
A parchment suddenly fell from his body. Yang Kang raised his hand, picked up the parchment, casually wiped away the blood and flesh scattered on the armor of the cult members, and squeezed out a drop of blood to smear on it.
Amidst a dark light emanating from the air, the words "Ming Cult Sacred Flame Token Divine Skill - Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" suddenly appeared.
The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!
Murong Yan looked at the parchment scroll in Yang Kang's hand, her eyes revealing greed and desire.
Yang Kang casually rolled up the sheepskin in his hand, turned around, and walked step by step to Murong Yan.
Murong Yan immediately knelt down.
"Chief Yang, according to our agreement, from today onwards, I am the leader of the Ming Cult."
"From then on, the Ming Cult became the lackeys of the World Society, at their beck and call, and would not hesitate to die for them."
"I'm kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely," said Murong Yan.
"dog."
"I want an eagle in the sky, not a dog that eats shit."
Yang Kang coldly crushed Murong Yan's head.
"The Ming Cult has already been wiped out, so what reason do you have to live?"
Yang Kang spoke indifferently.
Four white-armored warriors slowly emerged from the cave, as snowflakes drifted down, burying the broken branches and walls scattered everywhere.
The surviving members of the Ming Cult had already scattered and fled, their whereabouts unknown.
Yang Kang looked at the Qiankun Great Shift in his hand, a smile appearing on his lips.
. . . . . .
In the Central Plains, within the Mongol camp, Muqali, who had been besieging Fengxiang for half a year without success, suddenly awoke from a nightmare.
His body grew weaker and weaker, and the battle made no progress, which made him increasingly anxious.
Yang Kang's words from back then still lingered in his mind, which puzzled Mu Huali.
He was constantly shrouded in a shadow, as if some misfortune was about to befall him.
Is death imminent, or is even worse news about to arrive?
Mu Huali thought to himself with a sense of unease.
"King Muqali, Börte, the Queen Mother, has sent me to inquire about you!"
"The Western Xia envoys have been frequently visiting the grasslands to contact various tribes recently. Are they acting on your orders?"
As soon as the envoy entered the camp, he immediately asked Muqali a question.
He was an envoy of Börte, Genghis Khan's principal wife, and did not need to report to anyone.
"The Western Xia sent envoys to the grasslands? Without the Great Khan's or my orders, how dare they go to the grasslands on their own?"
Mu Huali said with a puzzled look.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced his mind.
He suddenly realized what Yang Kang meant by what he had said.
They are not enemies now, which doesn't just mean they will be enemies in the future, but it could also mean that his enemies are someone else right now!
"Western Xia!"
Mu Huali cried out in horror.