Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

The Golden Wheel Monk stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips.

His gaze swept over Yang Guo as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Yang Guo," he said slowly, "I respect you as a man who dared to venture alone into my Mongol camp. If you surrender now, I will spare your life."

Yang Guo did not answer.

His gaze swept over the four masters in front of him.

Guo Fu hid behind him, clutching his clothes tightly, trembling all over.

She had never seen such a scene before—enemies were everywhere, swords flashed, and killing intent surged like a tide.

But Yang Guo's back stood straight, like a mountain, shielding her from all the wind and rain.

"Brother Yang..." her voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid," Yang Guo said without turning his head. "I'm here."

Seeing Yang Guo still engrossed in his romance with Guo Fu, Jinlun Fawang's eyes flashed with impatience, and he waved his hand: "Take him down!"

Nemo made the first move!

His body twisted like a venomous snake, his arms transforming into countless phantoms as he attacked Yang Guo from an unbelievable angle.

His yoga techniques allow his body to bend at will, each move unpredictable and designed to target the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

Yang Guo advanced instead of retreating!

With a flick of his left hand, several beams of cold light shot out—it was the Finger Flicking Divine Skill of Peach Blossom Island!

Nemo was shocked and quickly dodged.

The force of those fingers grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark, and a strand of hair fell to the ground.

"Such fast martial arts!" Nemo Xing was secretly shocked, and his attack faltered.

Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi attacked from both sides!

Xiao Xiangzi wielded his mourning staff with chilling force, the staff itself carrying a deadly poisonous aura, each swing accompanied by a putrid stench.

Yin Kexi's golden whip flashed across the ground, his moves were gorgeous and varied, and Persian martial arts were unpredictable and mysterious.

Yang Guo protected Guo Fu, dodging and weaving.

With his right hand, he used his finger-flicking technique to deflect Xiao Xiangzi's mourning staff. The force of his finger collided with the staff, producing a metallic clang.

With his left hand, he used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to block Yin Kexi's golden whip. His five fingers, like hooks, gripped the tip of the whip, causing his tiger's mouth to go numb, yet he did not retreat even half a step.

With Guo Fu protected behind him, she could only see figures flashing before her eyes and the wind howling, making it impossible for her to see what was happening.

She could only cling tightly to Yang Guo's clothes, completely entrusting her life to him.

The Golden Wheel Monk observed coldly for a moment, then suddenly made his move!

Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, eighth level of power!

The palm strike was as powerful as a mountain, so strong that the air itself seemed to freeze.

When that palm strike was unleashed, the surrounding torches dimmed by a third, as if all the light had been absorbed by that palm.

Yang Guo had no way to avoid it.

Guo Fu was behind him.

Greet it with both palms!

"Bang--!"

With palms clasped together, energy bursts forth!

Centered on the two, a violent shockwave spread in all directions, knocking several of the nearest Mongol soldiers to the ground.

The rubble on the ground was shattered, and dust flew everywhere.

Yang Guo grunted and retreated seven steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

His face turned pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Golden Wheel Monk remained unmoved, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This kid, with his peak Grandmaster cultivation, took a palm strike from him head-on and only suffered minor injuries?

Moreover, how can someone so young be so strong?

"Interesting," the Golden Wheel Monk sneered. "Unfortunately, you are destined to die today."

He struck again, this time with even greater force, channeling his Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to its fullest extent, the sound of dragon roars and elephant howls faintly emanating from his palm strike.

Yang Guo struggled to hold on, protecting Guo Fu as they fought and retreated.

Nemo Xing, Xiao Xiangzi, and Yin Kexi harassed him from the sidelines, preventing him from fully dealing with the Golden Wheel Monk's offensive.

Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, he was gradually becoming overwhelmed as he fought against four opponents and had to protect Guo Fu.

Xiao Xiangzi saw through the flaw.

Yang Guo was doing his best to block a palm strike from Jinlun Fawang, leaving an opening behind him.

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Xiangzi's eyes, and his mourning staff suddenly changed direction, bypassing Yang Guo and heading straight for Guo Fu behind him!

This blow was vicious and ruthless, aimed straight at Guo Fu's back!

Yang Guo's expression changed drastically.

If he dodges, he can avoid the blow, but Guo Fu will surely die.

If he tries to block it head-on, the blow will inevitably land on him.

In a flash, he did not hesitate.

He turned abruptly, facing the mourning stick with his back.

"puff!"

The mourning stick struck him hard on the back.

The chilling internal force of the Zombie Poison Palm instantly invaded Yang Guo's meridians, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood that fell to the ground actually froze into frost—a testament to the potency of the corpse poison.

"Brother Yang—!" Guo Fu cried out in shock, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yang Guo knelt on one knee, but stood firmly in front of her, protecting her and not falling down.

His face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and his lips turned blue, signs of the onset of the corpse poison.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King slowly stepped forward and looked down at him.

"Yang Guo, you've got some guts." A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by murderous intent. "Unfortunately, today, I'll use you as a sacrifice for the flag—"

He raised his palm, gathering his strength, ready to strike!

Guo Fu screamed and threw herself on Yang Guo, shielding him with her frail body: "No—!"

The Golden Wheel Monk sneered and slammed down with his palm—

"Bullshit!"

A loud shout came from outside the camp, as loud as thunder, making people's eardrums hurt!

Immediately following was a deafening roar of battle cries!

Guo Jing charged ahead, like a god descending to earth, and stormed into the enemy camp!

When the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were unleashed at full power, the Mongol soldiers fell like wheat being harvested wherever the palm wind passed!

The dragon soars to its zenith, the dragon flies in the sky, the dragon appears in the field... Every move is powerful and heavy, and those who can stand in its way are defeated!

Huang Rong followed closely behind, her Dog-Beating Stick Technique was exquisite, the stick flashed like rain, and each strike perfectly knocked down an enemy!

Lu Youjiao led the Beggars' Sect masters and a troop of elite cavalry, charging into the enemy camp like a sharp blade!

Amidst the flashing swords and deafening battle cries, the Mongol soldiers were caught off guard and their ranks were thrown into chaos!

Guo Jing immediately saw the scene before him—Yang Guo was kneeling on one knee, his face deathly pale.

Guo Fu threw herself on him, tears streaming down her face.

The Golden Wheel Monk raised his palm, ready to take their lives!

His eyes were bloodshot!

"The Golden Wheel Monk—!"

With a loud shout, Guo Jing leaped up like a bird, soaring over the crowd and striking the Golden Wheel Monk with a palm!

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms shocked the entire region!

The palm strike was like a raging torrent, carrying the force of an overturned mountain!

Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed. He abandoned his attack on Yang Guo and turned to meet the attack with a palm strike!

"Bang--!"

Two top masters clashed, their palm strikes creating a powerful shockwave that caused tents within several meters to collapse and weapons to fly everywhere!

The Golden Wheel Monk retreated three steps, and Guo Jing also retreated three steps, yet the battle remained evenly matched!

Taking advantage of the moment, Huang Rong rushed to Yang Guo's side. Seeing his pale face, his torn clothes revealing dark handprints on his back, she felt a pang of heartache and her eyes reddened: "Guo'er!"

"Master..." Yang Guo smiled weakly, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, "I have fulfilled my mission... Fu'er... is alright..."

Tears welled up in Huang Rong's eyes. She hurriedly took out the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill from her bosom, stuffed it into his mouth, and then used her internal energy to help him neutralize the effects of the medicine.

At the same time, he turned to Guo Fu and said, "Fu'er, quickly help him up!"

Guo Fu nodded with tears in her eyes and helped Yang Guo up.

Huang Rong supported Yang Guo with one hand and wielded the Dog-Beating Staff Technique with the other, protecting the two as they fought and retreated.

The Beggars' Sect masters formed a circle, protecting the three in the middle, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

Seeing that his daughter and Yang Guo were safe, Guo Jing stopped fighting and forced Jinlun Fawang back with a single palm strike, shouting, "Retreat!"

The crowd retreated like a receding tide.

The Golden Wheel Monk wanted to give chase, but was forced back by a dense rain of arrows from the city walls.

On the walls of Xiangyang, thousands of archers had gathered, raining down arrows that covered the entire pursuit route.

He watched Guo Jing and the others disappear into the city gate with hatred, then slammed his fist into a wooden stake beside him.

The wooden stake snapped instantly.

"Yang Guo... Guo Jing... Xiangyang..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his teeth clenched, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Guo Jing and his group rushed into the city gate, which slammed shut with a loud crash.

Yang Guo was helped into the city tower and laid flat on a makeshift couch.

Huang Rong personally circulated her internal energy to expel the poison from his body. The medicinal power of the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill circulated within his body, clashing violently with the corpse poison.

Guo Fu knelt by the bed, holding his hand, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother Yang... Brother Yang, wake up... You can't die... You promised to marry me..."

Zhou Botong leaned over for a look and clicked his tongue, saying, "Xiao Xiangzi's Zombie Palm poison is quite potent. This kid is lucky to have lasted this long."

He originally wanted to go and help, but he drank a couple more drinks during dinner that night.

He fell into a deep sleep and only woke up when Guo Jing and Huang Rong arrived at the Mongol camp.

But they've already eaten, so they can only meet up with them halfway through.

Xiaolongnu stood on the periphery of the crowd, quietly watching the pale-faced person on the bed.

A moment later, Yang Guo coughed up a mouthful of black blood, which fell to the ground and corroded small pits.

Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the side: "Some of the poison has been forced out... he's alright for now."

Guo Fu immediately rushed over and hugged Yang Guo, bursting into tears.

Yang Guo weakly opened his eyes, raised his hand to touch her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry... you won't look pretty if you cry anymore..."

Guo Fu cried and laughed at the same time, clinging to him and refusing to let go.

Inside the city gate tower, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.