I became a prince in a martial arts world.

The three riders broke away from the main force and headed straight for Wang Yu.

Wang Yu looked at the third person who spoke and raised an eyebrow. "It's him?"

The person who came was none other than the flower thief who had intercepted Narcissus from Caifeng Pavilion and ambushed Meng Zixiao when Wang Yu returned from the West Horse Ranch that day. He had also appeared once before when Wang Yu met the Song siblings.

Wang Yu thought he was really a womanizer, but he never expected that he had another identity.

Wang Yu suddenly realized, "He's Meng Zixiao's senior brother? He's also a disciple of the Heavenly Cripple and Earthly Deficiency Sect? Were they acting back then?"

Wang Yu was focused on the womanizer, while Li Yunxiu was observing the other two. Now, as she looked closer, she was startled, exclaiming, "It's Yao Changgeng!"

Yao Changgeng, the eldest disciple of Shi Mo, the number one expert of the Black Qiang, cultivates the "White Bone Burial Heaven Method" and his weapon is a pair of iron claws. It is said that he has deeply inherited Shi Mo's true teachings and has already achieved seventy percent of Shi Mo's strength.

While this statement may be a bit of an exaggeration, it does demonstrate Yao Changgeng's strength. The key point is that he is also a master of innate level!

Ma Bojun also saw him, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned his horse around to go back. However, he was already caught in the chaos of the army, surrounded by cavalry in all directions. It would take some effort to get out of there.

"Ding!"

Yao Changgeng's pair of steel claws clashed together with a crisp sound, and he laughed loudly, "Prince Zhenxi, I personally invite you to spend some time as a guest in the northern desert!"

To Yao Changgeng's left was his fourth junior brother, Mu Yachi, who was nine feet tall and held a pair of iron maces that were the size of an adult's fist. His eyes were bloodthirsty as he stared at the two beauties on either side of Wang Yu and sneered.

The last person was Zhao Guizhou, who came to the Black Qiang tribe to provide them with clues about the Loulan treasure. Relying on the inheritance of Xingxiu Sea, he met Shi Mo along the way and invited a thousand-man cavalry from the Black Qiang. If the Black Qiang obtained the treasure, he could take revenge.

Both Mu Yachi and Zhao Guizhou are from prestigious families and are top-notch masters.

Li Yunxiu hurriedly said to Wang Yu, "Let's go!"

Wang Yu shook his head, "It's too late."

Throughout history, those who flee have never been as fast as those who pursue. How could they possibly outrun the other side of this boundless Gobi Desert?

Zhao Shan and Zhao He, along with ten guards from the Prince's Palace, rode forward, ready to fight to the death.

Yao Changgeng's lips curled up, and Mu Yachi revealed a sinister smile. They naturally didn't take these ten royal guards seriously.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had ridden their horses up the small sand dune, and were no more than thirty feet apart.

Yao Changgeng dismounted and flew faster than the galloping horse. A pair of steel claws in his hands emitted a chilling light, and with each swing, it seemed as if the shrieks of living souls and the howls of ghosts could be heard.

Before Zhao Shan and Zhao He could even make a move, they felt their souls tremble, as if a demon had suddenly risen up and that just one glance at them was enough to nearly break their minds.

Li Yunxiu held three gold needles in her hand, her eyes fixed on Yao Changgeng.

Just then, Qianqian turned around and glanced at Wang Yu. She saw that Wang Yu was also staring at Yao Changgeng, not intimidated by his aura at all, but rather seemed eager to try.

"Brother Yu, you don't want to fight Yao Changgeng, do you?" Qianqian asked.

"These mere barbarians from the northern deserts have learned a little martial arts from the Central Plains and they've become arrogant and ignorant." Wang Yu's lips curled up, and he circulated his inner energy, ready to make a move.

Although Yao Changgeng is a naturally gifted expert, this does not mean he has an absolute advantage.

There are many stories circulating in the martial arts world about how those with acquired skills can defeat those with innate skills. These stories include those who have accumulated profound internal strength over decades, those who are exceptionally talented young heroes, and those who rely on favorable timing and location.

After being baptized by the second Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill, Wang Yu achieved the fifth level of "Flowing Fire Reflection". His internal energy was a perfect balance of ice and fire, and in terms of quality, it was no less than that of an ordinary innate master. In addition, he had perfected "Swallow Carrying Spring" and was flawless in "Seven Styles of the Setting Sun". His internal energy, lightness skill and swordsmanship were all at the current peak. He was not someone who could not compete with innate masters.

Qianqian had previously tested Wang Yu's internal strength and knew that his martial arts were already quite strong, but she didn't expect him to be so confident as to challenge a master of innate level. She thought Wang Yu would ask her for help.

Looking at his confident expression and gleaming eyes, Qianqian didn't think Wang Yu was acting. She knew all too well the ambition of such a young genius, because she was that kind of person herself.

Thinking of this, Qianqian chuckled and said, "Brother Yu, you should think about how to explain this to Meng Zixiao's senior brother. Miss Meng died in your courtyard."

Wang Yu stared wide-eyed, and then saw Qianqian fly out lightly, her movements seemingly slow but actually fast. With just a light touch on the ground, she had already flown over Zhao Mountain and Zhao River, and met Yao Changgeng.

Yao Changgeng's eyes flashed, and with a swift movement of his iron claws, he tore at Qianqian's shoulder.

With a flick of her long sleeves, Qianqian felt a tremendous force coming from the iron claw in Yao Changgeng's hand. He was so disoriented that he couldn't keep his course and his eyes twitched as he swerved to the side.

But as soon as he had darted a foot, he felt another force pull him in the opposite direction.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Yao Changgeng was startled, but at the same time he immediately realized that Qianqian was also a master of innate skill.

"Those iron claws on your hands are terrifying, can you put them back?" Qianqian giggled as she swept past him, and with a flick of her sleeves, she also encircled Mu Yachi, who had just arrived.

Mu Yachi's martial arts skills were far inferior to Yao Changgeng's. After just one exchange with Qianqian, he felt his entire body surrounded by energy, with four or five forces exerting force on him at the same time, making it difficult for him to even stand still.

"Open!" Mu Yachi roared, smashing his iron mace at Qianqian, but Qianqian swept it away with her long sleeve, sending it flying ten feet away.

The next moment, long sleeves fluttered in the wind, and a jade hand appeared and disappeared from within the sleeves, patting Mu Yachi's head.

"Stop, you witch!" Yao Changgeng shouted, circulating his White Bone True Qi to stabilize his body. He darted to Mu Yachi's side and hooked his iron claws at Qianqian's arm.

"How do you know I'm a demoness?" Qianqian smiled radiantly, her long sleeves billowing out five feet, seemingly weak and powerless, yet somehow managing to trap Yao Changgeng's iron claws within them, making it difficult for him to unleash his power.

Zhao Shan and Zhao He stopped in their tracks, watching in disbelief as Qianqian single-handedly surrounded Yao Changgeng and Mu Yachi, attacking them both and even teasing them.

Zhao Guizhou saw it too, but instead of helping Yao Changgeng, he dodged and bypassed Zhao Shan, Zhao He and the others, heading straight for Wang Yu.

"Whoosh—"

With a soft sound, three golden needles shot out like lightning.

With a wave of his hands, Zhao Guizhou collected the three golden needles into his palms and said with a sinister smile, "The female champion is famous throughout the world, but unfortunately her martial arts skills are not so good."

Li Yunxiu snorted coldly, "Star-Picking Hand?"

"Indeed, it is the very essence of plucking stars and pressing down on the sun and moon with one hand, and chasing the light and fixing the primordial energy with eight steps!" Zhao Guizhou shouted, leaping off his horse and taking eight steps to reach Li Yunxiu and Wang Yu's side.

The Starry Sky Elder was once a renowned figure in the martial arts world. He created the "All Streams Return to Their Source," a divine skill manual that even the Demonic Sect coveted. Unfortunately, his two disciples were dull-witted and could not learn this divine skill.

As expected of the Starry Sky Elder, he was a once-in-a-century genius in the martial arts world. Not only could he create a divine skill like "All Streams Return to the Source," but he could also refine and simplify it. After discovering the situation of his two disciples, he organized and simplified the first half of "All Streams Return to the Source" and taught it to them as a legacy. Although it was not as good as the complete "All Streams Return to the Source," it still had innate foundation.

As for the martial arts they learned, the Starry Sky Elder taught them according to their individual talents. Zhaixingzi was good at palm techniques and grappling, while Zhuixingzi was good at lightness skills and leg techniques. So he created the Zhaixing Hand and the Zhuixing Step, and taught them to each of them.

Thus, Zhaixingzi and Zhuixingzi broke through their innate abilities and earned the title of the Twin Stars of Suhai. A poem in the martial arts world praised them:

With one hand, I can pluck stars and press down the sun and moon; with eight steps, I can chase the light and determine the primordial energy!

Unfortunately, this aroused Zhao Zheng's covetousness. In the ensuing battle, one of them lost an arm and the other a leg. From then on, they went into hiding and disappeared without a trace.

Of course, the two were disciples of the Starry Sky Elder, and they still held the trump card passed down by their master. The ultimate move they unleashed together was still difficult for Zhao Zheng, who had become a martial arts master, to resist. Although he took away "All Streams Return to the Source", he was basically crippled.

From then on, he sent his son to the capital as a hostage, and for ten years he did not fight. The Zhenxi Prince's Mansion went from prosperity to decline, and he no longer frequented the martial arts world.

This is also due to the weak foundation of the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion and Zhao Zheng's ignorance of its power and overconfidence. Otherwise, why didn't the Demonic Sect go after Zhaixingzi and Zhuixingzi when they coveted the divine skill manual?

To get back to the topic, the Star-Picking Hand is a top-notch hand technique in the world, encompassing fists, palms, grappling, and the ability to receive and launch hidden weapons. That's why Zhao Guizhou was able to easily catch Li Yunxiu's golden needles.

"Zhao Yu! Prepare to die!"

Zhao Guizhou roared and pounced on Wang Yu with lightning speed. He spread his arms as if he could pluck stars and seize the moon, making Wang Yu feel that he was being squeezed all over, as if he was about to be crushed to death by the other party.

A sense of exhilaration at having avenged a great grudge was already evident in Zhao Guizhou's eyes.

But the next moment, his vision was illuminated by the light of a sword.

The next moment, he heard the sound of a longsword being drawn from its sheath.

The opponent drew his sword faster than the sound could be heard!

Zhao Guizhou's pupils contracted sharply. He felt as if a continuous golden glow stretched before his eyes, and a lone wild goose flapped its wings and flew by, creating a beautiful yet desolate scene.

"Ding!"

Zhao Guizhou flicked his finger, striking the side of Wang Yu's sword with pinpoint accuracy, and then his figure soared into the air.

"Impressive skill!" Wang Yu felt the trembling force coming from the longsword, and with a slight shake, he dispersed the force.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? Isn't Zhao Zheng using a knife?" Zhao Guizhou landed sideways, his heart pounding, and asked sharply.

Wang Yu held his sword horizontally across his chest. "These are the Seven Styles of the Setting Sun, created by my father. I am eager to learn from your superior skills."

Zhao Guizhou snorted coldly, "If Zhao Zheng were truly capable, he wouldn't have come to steal my family's secret manual!"

Wang Yu smiled slightly, "It's a pity that your master is not qualified to inherit the legacy of the Star Elder. I guess the Star-Picking Hand technique is also an incomplete version. What a pity."

Zhao Guizhou angrily retorted, "They're all just as unreasonable as ever!"

At this point, Zhao Guizhou's eyes reddened again. "Is my junior sister already dead?"

Wang Yu raised an eyebrow, pointed his longsword diagonally, and said, "Please!"