Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

A strong wind was blowing inside the tomb.

Li Mochou's whisk was truly masterful; the thousands of silver threads seemed to come alive, sometimes like snakes spitting their tongues, targeting Xiaolongnu's vital points; sometimes like a rain of flowers, enveloping all directions.

Although Xiaolongnu had the Golden Bell Rope for protection, her internal strength was inferior. In addition, the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts emphasized lightness and agility, and the narrow space of the tomb made it difficult to use her lightness skills. After only a few dozen moves, she was forced into a dangerous situation.

"Junior sister, why are you so quiet?" Li Mochou chuckled, her hands moving with surprising speed. "Weren't you so stubborn just now? Why are you only concerned with escaping now?"

Little Dragon Girl pursed her lips and remained silent.

She flicked the golden bell rope in her left hand, trying to entangle the whisk, but Li Mochou twisted her wrist, and a soft, feminine force came through the rope, making Xiaolongnu's tiger's mouth go numb.

"Go!"

With a soft shout, Li Mochou's whisk lashed out like a venomous crab's tail, striking Xiaolongnu's shoulder hard.

"Ugh..." Little Dragon Girl groaned, staggered backward, and crashed into the stone wall, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

"Sister Dragon!"

Yang Guo watched in horror. He wanted to observe further, but Li Mochou was too ruthless; every move was aimed at killing.

If something were to happen to Sister Long, how would I continue to live off her?

"You wretched woman, what kind of skill is it to bully people!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly, and without further hesitation, he pushed off with his feet and charged into the battle.

He casually picked up the broom he had just used to sweep the floor, and with the infusion of his inner strength, the originally fragile bamboo branch became as hard as iron.

"Take this!"

Yang Guo began with a move using the "Complete" sword technique, his broom whistling through the air as he aimed straight for Li Mochou's lower body.

Just as Li Mochou was about to press her advantage, she suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. She frowned slightly, turned around, and swept it away with her whisk.

"Where did this brat come from? He's asking for it!"

In her eyes, Yang Guo was nothing but a glib and slick boy who only knew how to talk big. She believed that if she used her whisk, she could easily tear him apart.

Unexpectedly, Yang Guo flicked his wrist, and the broom suddenly changed its attack.

That move was originally unremarkable, but it drew an arc halfway through, as if it had a thousand pounds of weight, and forcefully broke through the whisk's attack.

"clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, like the clash of metal.

Li Mochou felt a surge of great force, which made her arm ache slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

This kid... he's incredibly strong!

And this move... actually has a grand and righteous feel to it?

Having landed a successful blow, Yang Guo didn't greedily claim credit. Using the momentum, he leaped backward, standing in front of Xiaolongnu and said, "Big sister, if you're going to fight, then fight. Don't go around taking off people's clothes like that. Sister Long's clothes are made of expensive material; can you afford to pay for them if you tear them?"

Little Dragon Girl clutched her shoulder, staring at the back of the figure blocking her way, her eyes filled with astonishment.

This...this is Yang Guo?

That smooth-talking little rascal who always gets beaten up by me?

That move just now, although the technique looked a bit awkward, was definitely not something he had mastered overnight.

When I first met him, he was just a weakling. He couldn't even last a few moves against me back then.

At this moment, it seems that they are only slightly inferior to him.

"Good lad, you've got some skills after all." Li Mochou put away her contempt, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and looked Yang Guo up and down. "His internal energy techniques do have some Taoist foundation, but his moves... don't seem to be."

Yang Guo chuckled: "Big sister has a good eye. This is my self-created 'Dog-Beating Stick Technique,' specially designed to beat those mad dogs that bite people indiscriminately."

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted!"

Li Mochou snorted coldly and swung her whisk again.

This time, she held back.

A silver whirlwind, mixed with chilling palm force, swept up and pressed down on the two of them.

Yang Guo felt his breath catch in his throat, as if he were in an ice cellar.

But he was not afraid at all; on the contrary, it aroused the ferocity in his heart.

"Sister Long, you rest. Watch how I deal with him!"

Yang Guo held the broom horizontally, took a deep breath, and frantically circulated his internal energy.

In my mind, the sword marks on the stone tablet appeared one by one.

Chongyang Sword Technique!

He didn't understand any profound sword intent, but he knew that as long as you had enough strength and speed, even the most fancy moves would be useless.

"break!"

With a roar, Yang Guo thrust his broom straight out like a heavy sword.

This thrust was devoid of any fancy moves, relying solely on pure power and speed.

The air seemed to be torn apart by the sword, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Li Mochou's expression changed slightly.

This move, though seemingly clumsy, effectively shut down all her variations.

If you take the hit head-on, you'll have to fight with your internal strength; if you dodge, your momentum will be weakened by three points.

"Good lad!"

Li Mochou let out a sharp cry, her body twisting incredibly in the air, narrowly avoiding the stab. At the same time, she struck out with her left palm, aiming straight for Yang Guo's chest.

Crimson Serpent Palm!

Before the palm strike even arrived, a sweet, pungent, and fishy smell already wafted over.

Yang Guo felt a tightness in his chest and knew that the palm was poisoned. He dared not take it head-on and quickly used the Golden Goose Skill to retreat.

However, he lacked practical experience, and although he retreated quickly, the palm strike still managed to brush against the corner of his clothes.

"Sizzle!"

The sleeve instantly turned to ash, revealing a section of arm, from which a faint black aura emanated.

"Guo'er!"

Xiaolongnu cried out in surprise, disregarding her injuries, and swiftly swung her golden bell rope, wrapping it around Li Mochou's wrist and pulling hard.

"Don't touch him!"

Xiaolongnu's voice was icy, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Although she didn't know why she was so nervous, she felt extremely distressed when she saw Yang Guo injured.

Li Mochou's offensive slowed down slightly after being hindered by the Golden Bell Rope.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Guo used his internal energy to expel the poison. Fortunately, he had practiced the Yi Jin Jing and Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, so his internal energy was pure. In addition, the poisoning was not severe, and he quickly suppressed the black energy.

"Sister Long, I'm alright!"

Yang Guo shook his arm, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

Damn, that woman is really vicious!

Since you're going to use lethal force, don't blame me for being uncivilized!

"Let's attack together!"

Yang Guo shouted and charged forward again.

This time, he and Xiaolongnu worked together seamlessly.

Xiaolongnu's Golden Bell Rope primarily attacked the upper body, her moves light and graceful, restraining Li Mochou's whisk; Yang Guo, on the other hand, wielded a broom, focusing on the lower body, his moves wide and sweeping, forcing Li Mochou to be distracted by defense.

In an instant, the tomb chamber was filled with intense energy as the three fought fiercely.

Li Mochou grew increasingly alarmed as she fought.

She knew about Xiaolongnu's martial arts skills. Although they were exquisite, her internal strength was insufficient. If they fought one-on-one, she would undoubtedly be defeated within a hundred moves.

But this Yang Guo who suddenly appeared was a freak.

This kid's martial arts style is extremely diverse. Sometimes it's the Quanzhen Swordplay, and other times it's some unknown wild style. Yet, his internal strength is quite profound, and he can occasionally unleash a few incredibly powerful strikes.

Especially that broken broom, which he wielded with surprising force, nearly hitting her vitals several times.

"Just who is this kid?"

Li Mochou harbored resentment in her heart; if this dragged on any longer, she feared she would be caught off guard and suffer a terrible defeat.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly created an opening to lure Yang Guo into attacking.

Yang Guo was indeed fooled. Seeing Li Mochou's defenses wide open, he was overjoyed and thrust his broom straight out.

"We've fallen for their trap!"

Li Mochou's lips curled into a sinister smile. She suddenly ducked to avoid the broom, and at the same time, she raised her left hand, sending three Ice Soul Silver Needles shooting out.

The distance was too close; there was no way to avoid it!

"Be careful!"

At the critical moment, Xiaolongnu suddenly pounced over and pushed Yang Guo away.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three muffled thuds.

All the silver needles pierced into Xiaolongnu's shoulder.

"Well……"

Xiaolongnu's body went limp and she slowly collapsed, her face instantly turning bluish-black.

"Sister Dragon!!!"

Yang Guo's eyes were bloodshot.

Upon seeing Xiaolongnu lying on the ground, Yang Guo immediately lost his mind.

"You old hag! I'll take your life!"

Yang Guo's eyes were bloodshot, and his internal energy surged wildly. At the critical moment of life and death, he completely detonated the internal energy in his dantian.

One-Finger Divine Skill!

This single finger strike drained all the internal energy from his meridians, making it his true life-saving move.

"laugh--!!!"

A burst of scorching energy shot out from his fingertips, the sound of it cutting through the air sharp and piercing.

Li Mochou, who had been looking down on him, suddenly felt a jolt of fear as a sense of impending death washed over her, making her hair stand on end.

What kind of fingering is this?

So domineering, so intense, it seemed to want to burn everything in front of it to ashes!

She didn't have time to think it through. Instinctively, she poured her power into the whisk, and thousands of silver threads instantly straightened like iron, transforming into a silver shield wall in front of her chest.

"Break!" Yang Guo roared.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded. The energy from the One-Finger Divine Skill struck the whisk.

The whisk that had once given countless martial arts masters a headache was now breaking apart inch by inch, sending silver dust flying everywhere!

"not good!"

Li Mochou was terrified. Her whisk was destroyed, but the remaining force of the attack still lingered, heading straight for a major acupoint on her chest.

She tried her best to dodge to the side.

"puff!"

Even with her lightning-fast reflexes, the force of the energy still pierced through her protective aura and struck her left shoulder hard. Blood instantly stained her apricot-yellow Taoist robe, and Li Mochou screamed as she was sent flying backward.

She clutched her bleeding wound, her face deathly pale, staring in horror at the panting boy.

This kid... he actually managed to destroy my whisk in one move and seriously injure me?

That's... the One-Finger Divine Skill?

The secret of the Dali Duan family? How is that possible?

Long-forgotten memories flooded my mind.

Back in Lu Family Village, even the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple could only unleash such power with this move. How could this young man possess such profound and domineering inner strength at such a young age?

Yang Guo pointed out with his finger. Although his face was pale, he did not stop. Taking advantage of Li Mochou's mental confusion, he gritted his teeth and pounced on her again, like a mad tiger!

"Take another bite from my finger!"

Li Mochou was already at her limit. That finger strike had not only injured her skin and flesh, but also damaged her meridians.

Looking at the crazed boy, she felt a sense of fear.

Where there is life, there is hope.

"Good lad, I'll remember this!"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and threw out a harsh remark. She raised a handful of poison powder again and, using the smoke as cover, flew towards the tomb entrance.

Seeing Li Mochou flee, Yang Guo collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

With his strength, he could only unleash one finger of the One-Finger Divine Skill. Once that finger was used, either the enemy would die or he himself would perish.

Fortunately, Li Mochou valued her life. If she had fought back, she and Xiaolongnu would probably be dead today!

Yang Guo immediately turned around and rushed to Xiaolongnu's side, helping her up.

"Sister Long! How are you? Don't scare me!"

Yang Guo looked at the woman in his arms, his hands trembling.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu was barely breathing, her beautiful face covered with black mist, and her lips were a frighteningly purple.

Xiaolongnu was pierced by Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needle, and only Li Mochou possessed the antidote.

Yang Guo cried out anxiously, "Sister Long, hold on! If you die, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

"If you dare to die, I'll roast and eat all your jade bees!"

As Yang Guo shouted, his voice choked up, and tears involuntarily fell down his cheeks.

Xiaolongnu seemed to hear Yang Guo's call, and barely opened her eyes, looking at the tears on Yang Guo's face.

Little Dragon Girl suddenly smiled!

My last thought was, "This time, he's not joking, is he?"

Then she fainted again!