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

A fierce wind whipped up the dark clouds.

Ouyang Feng's tattered clothes fluttered in the wind as he stood upside down, letting out a low croak like a toad.

That sense of oppression wasn't a matter of internal strength; it was like a madman holding a knife, and you never knew who he would strike next.

Yang Guo's heart pounded wildly.

If that old madman were to utter a single word, "son," Yang Guo would be utterly disgraced, even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Colluding with the Western Poison was a crime ten times greater than colluding with Li Mochou.

We must strike first.

Yang Guo suddenly shrank back and fell to the ground, his hands bracing against the ground, his legs kicking wildly, his face full of terror.

"Ghost! The old ghost is here again!"

Yang Guo screamed in agony, grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it at Ouyang Feng while yelling at Wang Chuyi, "Grandmaster Uncle, save me! This crazy old man wants to capture me to feed the snakes! He wants to eat my heart and liver!"

That scream was heart-wrenching, causing those who heard it to grieve and weep.

Ouyang Feng was taken aback.

His mind was already muddled, and when Yang Guo suddenly threw a handful of mud on his face, he was even more stunned.

"Feed the snake? Eat its heart and liver?" Ouyang Feng wiped the dirt off his face, tilted his head, and looked confused. "Am I supposed to eat my own little heart and liver?"

Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Guo, with his back to the Quanzhen Sect members, frantically winked and made faces at Ouyang Feng.

He blinked his left eye twice and turned the corner of his mouth to the right.

Although Ouyang Feng was insane, he had an instinctive familiarity with Yang Guo's subtle movements. His chaotic thoughts seemed to catch up for a moment.

This kid... is he playing a game with me?

Ouyang Feng grinned.

"Yes! I want to eat hearts and livers!" Ouyang Feng echoed Yang Guo's words, letting out a strange cry and making a claw-like grabbing motion in the air. "Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll eat them!"

Wang Chuyi's face turned ashen.

He drew his longsword and stood in front of Yang Guo. Although he hated Yang Guo for being so disappointing, Yang Guo was, after all, a disciple of Quanzhen Sect and a descendant of an old friend. He had no reason to allow outsiders to capture someone within Quanzhen territory.

"Ouyang Feng!" Wang Chuyi said in a deep voice, "This is Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain, not your White Camel Mountain! I advise you to retreat immediately, otherwise, if the Seven Masters of Quanzhen gather here, you will have no chance of escape!"

"The Seven Masters of Quanzhen?"

Ouyang Feng scratched his messy hair, seemingly recalling the name, then spat disdainfully, "What 'seven sons and eight sons'? A whole bunch of 'ox-nose' fellows! That old bastard Wang Chongyang faked his death to deceive me back then, we haven't settled that score yet!"

When Wang Chongyang was mentioned, Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Wang Chongyang? Where did that deadbeat go?"

Ouyang Feng stepped forward, his withered finger pointing at Wang Chuyi's nose from a distance. "I'm taking this little beast away today, and I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

Seeing Wang Chuyi blocking his way, Zhao Zhijing's courage grew slightly.

His eyes lit up, and he realized this was a good opportunity to show off in front of his master.

"Ouyang Feng! Don't be so arrogant!"

"Our Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox sect of all esoteric schools under heaven. This is no place for a demon like you to run rampant! My master, Iron-Legged Immortal, is here today. If you know what's good for you, get out of here now, or else..."

"Otherwise what?"

Ouyang Feng's gaze passed over Wang Chuyi and landed on Zhao Zhijing's face.

In that instant, Zhao Zhijing felt as if he were being targeted by a venomous snake.

"Otherwise...otherwise I'll tear you to pieces!" Zhao Zhijing shouted through gritted teeth, then immediately pulled his head back.

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

You, Zhao Zhijing, are a master of courting death.

This old madman hates being threatened, especially by people from the Quanzhen Sect.

really.

Ouyang Feng was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Tear him to pieces? Heh heh, very well indeed."

Ouyang Feng did not move, but simply waved his sleeve.

A foul wind suddenly arose.

Wang Chuyi knew he was in trouble and twirled his longsword, trying to block the strong wind.

But this wind was too strange; it didn't travel in a straight line, but rather like a snake, bypassing Wang Chuyi's sword and heading straight for Zhao Zhijing behind him.

"what!"

Zhao Zhijing felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was sent flying backward.

It's not flying backwards, it's flying forwards.

It flew directly in front of Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng stretched out a hand and grabbed Zhao Zhijing by the neck as if he were catching a chick.

"Uh...uh..."

Zhao Zhijing's feet left the ground, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and he desperately gripped Ouyang Feng's wrists with both hands, but they remained motionless.

"Master...Master...Save me..."

Zhao Zhijing managed to squeeze out a few words, his eyes bulging, a far cry from his previous righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Let him go!"

Wang Chu was greatly alarmed and drew his sword to stab.

This sword strike, named "Seven Stars Gathering," is a signature move of the Quanzhen Swordplay. The sword tip trembled as it pierced seven major acupoints on Ouyang Feng's body, forcing him to defend.

Ouyang Feng didn't even look at it, and casually slapped it with his other hand.

"clang!"

A crisp sound.

The longsword in Wang Chuyi's hand was actually bent by this slap!

A force of recoil traveled along the sword, causing Wang Chuyi's tiger's mouth to split open, blood flowing freely. He staggered backward, nearly falling over.

The gap is too big.

Ouyang Feng didn't even use the Toad Stance; his strange internal energy, gained from practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, was enough to overwhelm the current Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ouyang Feng glanced at Wang Chuyi with disdain before returning his gaze to Zhao Zhijing's face.

"Was it you who just said you wanted to tear me to pieces?"

Zhao Zhijing shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.

He was afraid.

He was genuinely scared.

The fear of death enveloped him; the position of sect leader and the reputation of Quanzhen were all thrown to the winds at this moment.

"No...it wasn't me..."

Zhao Zhijing's eyes were filled with panic when he suddenly caught sight of Lu Qingdu, who was standing next to him, completely terrified.

"It was...it was him! My apprentice said it!"

Zhao Zhijing pointed a trembling finger at Lu Qingdu, "Children speak without thinking... Senior Ouyang... you... you are so magnanimous..."

Lu Qingdu had already wet his pants, and upon hearing this, he collapsed to the ground.

"Master...you..."

Lu Qingdu looked at his usually dignified master in disbelief.

So you've already sold yourself out?

Yang Guo, who was watching from the side, felt a wave of nausea.

Are these the three generations of leaders of the Quanzhen School?

Is this the kind of upright gentleman who spouts righteousness and morality?

To save their own lives, they would even push their own disciples out to take the blows at any time.

People like that are just wasting air by being alive.

"Pooh!"

Ouyang Feng spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Zhao Zhijing's face.

"You spineless coward! You dare to do it but not admit it! How did the Quanzhen Sect raise such a piece of trash!"

Ouyang Feng flicked his wrist.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the mountains and forests.

Zhao Zhijing's face swelled up instantly, and several bloody teeth mixed with a mouthful of phlegm flew out.

"This slap is on behalf of your grandmaster!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped her again with his backhand.

Zhao Zhijing's other half of his face also swelled up, turning his entire face into a pig's head, even more gruesome than Lu Qingdu's.

"This slap is for your master!"

Ouyang Feng got carried away with the fight and lost his temper.

Zhao Zhijing was so badly beaten that he saw stars and his head was buzzing. He couldn't even scream and could only let out muffled groans.

He held a highly respected position in the Quanzhen Sect, and everyone treated him with utmost respect in his daily life.

When have I ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?

In front of his master, in front of his disciple, and in front of that little beast Yang Guo, he was repeatedly slapped across the face by an old madman.

"That's enough!"

Wang Chuyi's eyes were bloodshot.

Although he also felt that Zhao Zhijing's behavior was shameful, he was, after all, his eldest disciple and represented the face of the Quanzhen Sect.

"Ouyang Feng! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you want to kill me, then kill me; why subject me to such humiliation!"

Wang Chuyi threw away the bent longsword in his hand, channeled his Quanzhen internal energy into both palms, his beard and hair stood on end, and he prepared to fight to the death.

Zhao Zhijing was terrified, thinking to himself, "Master, please shut up! I don't want to die; I'd rather be humiliated!"

"disgrace?"

Ouyang Feng casually tossed Zhao Zhijing, who was lying there like a dead dog, aside.

Zhao Zhijing fell heavily to the ground, rolled twice, and landed right at Lu Qingdu's feet.

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance.

One pig's head is looking at another pig's head.

They are surprisingly similar.

"I'm going to humiliate you all, so what?"

Ouyang Feng clapped his hands, his face full of disgust. "They're all dressed up like respectable people, spouting righteousness and morality, but their hearts are full of thieves and scoundrels. Just looking at them makes this old man sick!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Yang Guo.

The madness in his eyes subsided slightly, turning into a playful expression.

"You little beast, haven't you stared enough?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

This old madman is trying to add drama to his life.

"I've seen enough..." Yang Guo shrank his neck, pretending to be scared.

"If you've seen enough, come with me!"

Ouyang Feng stepped forward, grabbed Yang Guo by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.

"Since those useless Quanzhen Sect members can't protect you, then you'll come back with me and continue practicing! If you don't master the Toad Stance this time, I'll throw you into a snake pit to feed the snakes!"

"No!"

Yang Guo thrashed about, screaming in agony, "Grandmaster Uncle, save me! Uncle Zhao, save me! I don't want to be fed to the snakes! I haven't even gotten married yet!"

As he shouted, he reached out his hand to Wang Chuyi, a hand desperately seeking help.

Wang Chuyi stepped forward, trying to stop him.

"roll!"

Ouyang Feng turned around and struck with his palm.

This palm strike used no fancy techniques; it was purely an explosion of internal energy.

"Toad Style Kung Fu!"

Wang Chuyi turned pale and could only raise his palms in response.

"Bang!"

The air currents surged.

Wang Chuyi was knocked back again. This time, he finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his gray Taoist robe red.

He could only watch helplessly as Ouyang Feng, carrying Yang Guo, disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in a few leaps.

Only Yang Guo's pitiful cries still echoed in the valley.

"Help! Help!"

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

Yang Guo shouted as he went, and chuckled to himself. If he could get away with it this way, it would be quite good.

If the two sides were to really fight, Yang Guo would also have a headache.

He was never worried about Ouyang Feng's abilities, but he was afraid that the Quanzhen Sect's forces were too weak and that if one or two of them were killed, the enmity between them would deepen.

I still need the Quanzhen Sect to endorse me with their trust, so I can't break ties with them too early.

Just as Yang Guo was gloating over his plan, a furious shout suddenly came from afar: "Ouyang Feng, put Yang Guo down!"