Disarm!
Ming Zhitian looked at Shi Ba Mao with amusement. Without the blessing of their artifacts, and with bare hands, they were like fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Ming Zhitian said, "Tell them to stop."
Shi Ba Mao gritted his teeth, "Stop!"
The three hundred followers immediately stopped fighting, looking confusedly at Shi Ba Mao, who was controlled by Ming Zhitian, "Master! Master!"
Ming Zhitian said, "Submission or death, choose one."
Shi Ba Mao said, "We don't know what magic you used, but this is not a righteous victory. We are not convinced!"
Ming Zhitian chuckled, "You don't seem to have grasped the situation. I'm not negotiating with you. I'm asking if you submit or die."
Shi Ba Mao said, "No! I submit!"
Ming Zhitian nodded and took out a bottle of pills, "Very good, each of you take one."
Shi Ba Mao took them one after another. Ming Zhitian said, "Remember, from now on, you must obey me, because only I have the antidote."
Even though Shi Ba Mao was filled with countless grievances, he could only comply now.
"They are from the Mingtian Cult!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Ming Zhitian said, "Hurry and take us in."
Shi Ba Mao said, "Judging by the momentum, there are less than a hundred of them. We can help you repel them."
Ming Zhitian sneered, "Just you? You don't have that capability yet. Stop the nonsense and close the gate."
The stone gate of Liyu closed. When the Great Pharaoh, along with the other five pharaohs and a hundred Mingtian Cult elites, arrived, they were met with a closed door.
The Great Pharaoh shouted, "Shi Ba Mao! Hand over Ming Zhitian and the other two! Otherwise, with a wave of my hand, I will make your Liyu Eighteen Spears vanish into thin air!"
"Arrogant!" Shi Ba Mao gazed down from the city wall, "Five-year-old old man, if you're a man, come up and attack, otherwise, take off your clothes and leave!"
This was Ming Zhitian's instruction to provoke the Great Pharaoh. Shi Ba Mao said obsequiously, "Young Master Ming, are you satisfied?"
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Mm, not bad."
The Great Pharaoh was enraged, "All cult members, listen to my command! Kill!"
"Whoa!..."
The hundred Mingtian Cult elites swarmed forward! They moved like flashes and began to climb the thick city walls.
Ming Zhitian had observed earlier that the location of Liyu was quite good, with sharp and steep mountains surrounding it, a high city wall, and a distant mist. They wouldn't be able to attack for a while.
Shi Ba Mao had been entrenched here for many years and possessed all sorts of combat equipment. He ordered the archers to prepare and unleash a volley of arrows! The attack forced the Mingtian Cult elites to retreat repeatedly.
If Shi Ba Mao had held his ground and not come out from the beginning, Ming Zhitian might not have been able to do anything to them. Ultimately, Shi Ba Mao underestimated his opponents.
Inside Liyu, Ming Zhitian, Hua Ruxian, and Hua Ruxia were leisurely drinking jasmine tea. The sounds of battle outside were continuous, yet they seemed not to hear them, savoring their tea.
Hua Ruxia slowly stood up. Ming Zhitian looked up, "Where are you going?"
Hua Ruxia said, "I just saw a small garden outside. I'd like to tend to those beautiful flowers and plants."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "No need to trouble yourself."
Hua Ruxian said, "No place in the world accepts us. We will likely have to spend some time here from now on. If my sister wants to tend to them, she has the intention of staying, so why not?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "I don't plan to stay here long, and I must leave in three days."
The two women said in unison, "Why?"
Ming Zhitian looked around and said, "Although this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the terrain is advantageous, it is ultimately just a remote corner. In the face of absolute strength, they will not be able to resist."