Chapter 4: The Southern Pacification Prince Seeks a Coffin

Seeing Mo Long's move, A Mu couldn't help but admire it; the deputy commander of the Northern Kingdom's Black Eagle Camp was indeed extraordinary.

This palm strike was like a mountain pressing down, steady and powerful, with the air of a master.

But A Mu was no ordinary person, and his skills did not emphasize form or momentum, but rather the intent to kill.

No matter what technique or means, the key was to put the opponent in a deadly situation. Therefore, A Mu's moves often took the enemy by surprise, being ruthless and decisive, ensuring a hit with every move.

With a swift movement, A Mu sidestepped, his left hand still in a claw shape, aiming directly for Mo Long's throat.

Mo Long, upon seeing this, coldly snorted. He was not the soldier from before and was already prepared.

He sidestepped and retracted his move, his single hand also forming an eagle claw, aiming for A Mu's wrist.

Claw against claw, it was a brilliant move. If he caught A Mu, A Mu would surely lose.

But how could A Mu let him catch him? He changed his single hand into a grappling technique, countering Mo Long's wrist. At the same time, his right hand stood up, striking Mo Long's neck.

"Hmm?" Mo Long didn't expect A Mu to change his move so quickly, and his techniques were bizarre and lethal.

Mo Long dodged again, and the two figures moved like lightning, exchanging ten moves in the blink of an eye.

Mo Long's moves were steady and grand, like a mountain. A Mu's moves were cunning and ruthless, without mercy.

After ten moves, both had the intention to end the fight quickly.

Mo Long felt that it was beneath his dignity as the commander of the Black Eagle Camp to fight a young boy for too long, while A Mu was annoyed and thought it was a waste of time.

At this moment, Mo Long advanced, shouting loudly. His punch towards A Mu was fierce, with a strong wind, displaying the might of a dragon and tiger.

"Dragon Tiger Fist!" A soldier behind shouted in surprise, not expecting the commander to use his rarely used ultimate skill.

The Dragon Tiger Fist could split mountains and rocks, with the wind capable of injuring the enemy, making it an invincible boxing technique.

"Good boxing technique!" A Mu couldn't help but praise loudly.

However, while praising, A Mu did not stop. He quickly sidestepped, dodging Mo Long's punch. Then his single hand formed a claw again, still aiming for Mo Long's throat.

Mo Long sneered, swiftly turning to avoid the fatal blow, and then his fist, accompanied by a strong wind, struck A Mu's chest again.

In this situation, although A Mu could grab Mo Long's shoulder, he would certainly be severely injured by Mo Long's punch, and the only option was to defend himself.

However, A Mu's lips curled into a sneer. He did not dodge or evade, and his hand did not retract. Instead, he suddenly turned his body, using half of his back to meet Mo Long's punch.

This strange move surprised Mo Long. Wasn't he just charging into the Dragon Tiger Fist? Was he willing to suffer a severe injury to break Mo Long's arm? This kid was ruthless.

But Mo Long could not retract his move at this moment. He gritted his teeth and pushed the Dragon Tiger Fist to its limit, with the sound of dragon roars and tiger growls faintly heard in the wind.

The Dragon Tiger Fist was an ultimate boxing technique, with the power to break metal and split rocks. Mo Long's punch could shatter even a stone. A Mu, made of flesh and blood, would suffer severe injuries, if not death.

"Bang—" The Dragon Tiger Fist hit A Mu's back, the wind sweeping his and Mo Long's long hair, and several broken pieces of wood nearby were shaken away.

Everyone thought A Mu would fly out like a kite cut from its string, but unexpectedly, A Mu did not move an inch.

However, A Mu winced in pain, but it was not due to the Dragon Tiger Fist, but rather the wound from Wang Jue's beating.

"Uh?" Mo Long's face changed drastically.

But it was too late. In a flash, A Mu's claw had already reached.

"Crack!" A Mu's hand, like a steel hook, caught Mo Long's arm.

"Ah!" Mo Long groaned. A Mu used his strength, and Mo Long's left arm was broken.

"Get out!" A Mu shouted, shaking his hand and throwing Mo Long out of the Wang family's house.

"Wow—" This caused a commotion, far surpassing the noise when A Mu killed the Northern Kingdom soldier.

"The commander of the Imperial Guard lost?"

"Yes, he was thrown out by A Mu!"

"This A Mu is too strong. But, this time, he's in big trouble!"

The townspeople were discussing, and today they finally recognized the real A Mu. Some people, recalling their usual play with A Mu, involuntarily drew a cold breath.

"Commander! Commander!"

Mo Long was immediately supported after being thrown out, fortunately, A Mu had no intention of taking his life, only breaking his arm.

"Cut this kid—" The big black man took off his giant axe and was about to rush in.

A few others were ready to fight to the death.

Seeing this, A Mu raised his eyebrows and turned to Yu'er, saying, "Yu'er, go back inside! Big brother is going to start a massacre!"

Then he stood proudly in the courtyard, coldly watching the Northern Kingdom soldiers, without any fear.

"Nobody move!" At this moment, Mo Long, with a green face, gritted his teeth and shouted. The soldiers stood still.

A Mu coldly watched Mo Long, his body exuding a killing aura.

Mo Long, with a broken arm, was in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but he did not make a sound. He also coldly looked at A Mu, then glanced at his subordinates, and said, "Mo has lost, as promised! Retreat!"

"Commander! Commander!" The soldiers were excited, their eyes bloodshot, all wanting revenge, unwilling to leave.

"How? I lost an arm, and you want to disobey my orders? Those who disobey my orders will be executed!" Mo Long shouted.

"We dare not!" The soldiers, seeing Mo Long's real anger, quickly bowed their heads, not daring to move.

"Mount up! Retreat!" Mo Long's voice was unyielding, and he was the first to mount his horse.

The Black Eagle Camp was well-trained, and Mo Long had a good reputation. The remaining soldiers glared at A Mu, all wanting to kill him, but none dared to not mount their horses.

They came like dragons and tigers but left with their heads down and faces covered in dust.

No one would have thought that the Northern Kingdom's Imperial Guard Black Eagle Camp couldn't even enter the Wang family's door in Liu Town.

The people of Liu Town were discussing, and the Wang family in Liu Town would likely cause a stir in the Northern Kingdom again because of today's events.

"Commander, look!" Just as the Black Eagle soldiers were about to leave, a soldier suddenly pointed to the northwest.

In the distance, the official road was filled with dust, and over a hundred horsemen were galloping towards them.

"White Tiger Camp?" A sharp-eyed soldier called out first.

"Prince! The Southern Pacification Prince has arrived!" Someone shouted.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers, including Mo Long, were all invigorated.

The Northern Kingdom's Murong clan was a branch of the Great Murong Dynasty in the Northern Wasteland, controlling the Northern Kingdom for eight hundred years. The current ruler, Murong Zhen, was benevolent and peaceful.

The Southern Pacification Prince, Murong Tong, was the younger brother of Murong Zhen, a man of great talent and strategy, commanding a million troops, renowned in the Northern Kingdom, and even having a place in the Great Murong Dynasty in the Northern Wasteland.

This time, Mo Long's request for a coffin was by the order of the Southern Pacification Prince, but no one expected the Southern Pacification Prince to personally come to Liu Town.

As they spoke, the over a hundred horsemen were already close. The old street of Liu Town was not wide, but the over a hundred horsemen split into two rows, entering in an orderly manner, their spirits high, and they all stopped in front of the Wang family's door.

The leader, wearing a black dragon robe, had a beard and green eyes, his eyebrows reaching his temples, his presence like a dragon, and he was naturally awe-inspiring.

He was none other than the Southern Pacification Prince of the Northern Kingdom, Murong Tong.

"Pay homage to the Prince!" The Black Eagle soldiers, led by Mo Long, quickly dismounted and knelt on the ground to pay homage.

"Pay homage to the Prince?" The people of Liu Town had never seen a prince.

The quick-witted ones hurriedly followed and knelt down, and the others finally reacted, kneeling in a black mass, all shouting, "Long live the Prince! Long live the Prince!" The sound echoed through Liu Town.

Only A Mu stood in the courtyard, facing the door, his presence like a dragon, standing proudly, not kneeling or paying homage.

At this moment, two town officials crawled out of the crowd, bowing their heads like pounding garlic, calling out their death sentence. In fact, Liu Town was not large, and the commotion at the Wang family's house was so loud that they had already come, but they did not show themselves, thinking they could avoid trouble.

But now, with the Southern Pacification Prince personally arriving, they dared not hide. If they were investigated, they would be found guilty of dereliction of duty and lose their heads. They had never seen the Southern Pacification Prince, but the black dragon robe was unique to the Northern Kingdom, and the Southern Pacification Prince's reputation was even greater than the emperor's. How could they dare to hide?

But the Southern Pacification Prince, Murong Tong, only waved his hand, signaling them to stand up, and did not even speak to them, also letting the common people stand up.

"My subordinates are incompetent and have disgraced the Prince's order!" Mo Long deeply bowed and pleaded guilty.

Murong Tong glanced at Mo Long, then scanned the other Black Eagle soldiers, seeing the dead and injured, and understood the situation.

"Commander Mo, it is not your fault. Asking you to seek a coffin indeed disrespected the Immortal! Stand aside, and let this Prince seek the coffin personally!"

Upon hearing this, the Black Eagle soldiers, who were somewhat resentful, changed their expressions.

"Immortal? The Southern Pacification Prince is seeking a coffin personally?"

Mo Long's expression did not change, thanking the Prince and leading his subordinates to stand aside, treating their injuries.

The Southern Pacification Prince, Murong Tong, dismounted, his height over six feet, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and arrived at the Wang family's door.

At this moment, A Mu was standing in the courtyard, facing him from a distance, and even the Southern Pacification Prince's might could not overpower A Mu.

Murong Tong did not mind, but instead bowed to A Mu and said loudly,

"Northern Kingdom's Murong Tong requests the young man to inform, I have important matters to seek the elder Wang Jue!"

The Southern Pacification Prince, with such a high status, speaking in such a manner, made everyone's faces change.

Who was this Wang Jue, to make the Southern Pacification Prince of the Northern Kingdom show such respect and call him elder?

Not only others, but even A Mu's face changed, originally thinking that the Southern Pacification Prince's arrival would bring big trouble.

But now, seeing the Southern Pacification Prince's sincere words and respectful demeanor, he did not seem to be faking it. Although he knew his master was not an ordinary person, he did not expect his master to have such power without leaving Liu Town.

The Southern Pacification Prince's status was far above Mo Long's, and could be considered the first person in the Northern Kingdom, second only to the ruler.

Murong Tong did not use his power to pressure, and A Mu did not want to be too harsh, so he bowed and said, "Your Highness, the Wang family makes only nine coffins a year, no more. If it's about making a coffin, Your Highness should return."

Upon hearing A Mu's words, Murong Tong did not show any displeasure, but instead smiled and said, "I have heard of the Wang family's rules. 'If ten coffins are forced, heaven will punish.' I am not afraid of heaven's punishment, but I do not want to anger Elder Wang Jue. If Elder Wang Jue is not angry, I am willing to accept heaven's punishment. What do you think?"

To seek a coffin, willing to accept heaven's punishment? Who is this coffin for? Could it be for the Northern Kingdom's ruler?

And being willing to accept heaven's punishment rather than anger Wang Jue made everyone even more shocked.

But A Mu was not moved, and firmly said, "Even if Your Highness is invincible and can withstand heaven's punishment, the Wang family will not make the tenth coffin."

"Uh?" Murong Tong couldn't help but smile bitterly, sighed, and then said, "If so, I dare not force the issue. However, I request the young man to convey a message. If I cannot get a coffin, I am willing to do everything to ask Elder Wang Jue to help me repair a coffin. Is that acceptable?"

A Mu was taken aback, frowned, and said, "Repair a coffin?"

"Only one coffin, nothing else!" Murong Tong bowed again.

A Mu frowned. Murong Tong's humility, smooth words, and repeated requests, now indirectly asking to repair a coffin, bypassing the Wang family's rules, made him a much tougher opponent than Mo Long.

Seeing A Mu frown and remain silent, Murong Tong, being a wise person, knew this was the effect he wanted.

"I know my request is excessive, and the Wang family must have its difficulties, but I hope the young man can understand and ask Elder Wang Jue to help repair a coffin! I will wait outside the door for a reply, and I will not violate the Wang family's rules." Saying this, the Southern Pacification Prince really did not speak again, standing by the door with his hands hanging down.

The Southern Pacification Prince of the Northern Kingdom, standing by the door like a doorman, made the inside and outside of the Wang family's door silent.

At this moment, Mo Long drew a cold breath, secretly relieved. He was only in a one-on-one match with A Mu. If he had really led his troops into the Wang family and caused trouble, given the current situation, he would not just lose an arm, but even ten heads would be gone.

A Mu secretly thought, the Southern Pacification Prince was indeed cunning, using a step-back strategy, and in a few words, using his humility to make his words flawless, taking the moral high ground.

By doing this, if the Wang family refused outright, it would seem too inhumane, and even the people of Liu Town would complain about the Wang family. After all, the people of Liu Town were also Northern Kingdom citizens, and he himself was also a citizen of the Northern Kingdom.

Using human emotions to pressure, it was indeed a high-level move.

At this moment, the entire Liu Town seemed to be silent, everyone waiting to see how the Wang family would decide.

A Mu did not speak, and Murong Tong did not move, and this lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

It was so quiet that it was almost scary, as if the heavy breathing of many people could be heard.

"Indeed, the Southern Pacification Prince of the Northern Kingdom, known throughout the Great Murong Dynasty, has extraordinary means!" At this moment, an old voice broke the silence.