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

The strong wind whipped up gravel that stung my face.

The energy in the arena was surging, and the Big Dipper Formation of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen was already somewhat scattered.

Ouyang Feng fought with increasing frenzy, his white hair standing on end, his palms flashing, sending a stench through the air. He didn't follow any particular techniques or routines; he was simply fast and heavy.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

The longsword in Sun Bu's hand broke, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into the mountain rocks behind him, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Junior Sister!" Ma Yu exclaimed in alarm. He tried to rush to her aid with his whisk, but this left her vulnerable.

Ouyang Feng let out a strange laugh, his body twisting unpredictably as he instantly closed in on Ma Yu, striking him squarely in the chest with a palm. If this palm landed, the Quanzhen Sect Leader would be dead on the spot.

"Please rest, Sect Leader!"

Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi simultaneously abandoned defense and launched an attack, thrusting their two long swords at Ouyang Feng's back in a siege of Wei to relieve Zhao.

Without turning his head, Ouyang Feng grabbed with his backhand.

"Click."

Qiu Chuji's longsword was snapped in two by his bare hands. Then, he slammed his shoulder into Wang Chuyi, who was so shaken that his blood surged and he staggered back several steps, crushing a pile of blue bricks under his feet.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen are doomed to defeat.

Yang Guo, hiding behind a rock, watched with a throbbing pain in his eyes.

That old madman doesn't know his own strength. If he really kills these old Taoist priests, it will be a fight to the death from now on.

Although the Quanzhen Sect is not very strong now, its reputation is still there, and everyone in the martial arts world has to give it some face.

He was hoping to find shelter under a powerful backer, but if that backer falls, what good will he do?

We must stop that crazy dad.

Just as Yang Guo was figuring out how to enter, a sharp voice suddenly rang out.

"Master! Sect Leader! Stop fighting! We can't win!"

Zhao Zhijing huddled behind the furthest large tree, peeking out half his head. His pig-like face was filled with terror. "This madman is after that little beast Yang Guo! Hand him over! As long as we hand over Yang Guo, this madman will leave!"

The movements of everyone engaged in the fierce battle in the arena all froze.

Wang Chuyi clutched his chest, glaring at Zhao Zhijing: "You bastard! What did you say?!"

"Master! Your disciple is doing this for the century-old foundation of the Quanzhen Sect!" Zhao Zhijing shouted hoarsely, spittle flying everywhere. "For the sake of Yang Kang's bastard son, are we really going to let seven of our senior uncles perish here? It's not worth it! Yang Guo was already colluding with that vixen; he doesn't deserve to die! Just throw him to Ouyang Feng, and we'll be safe!"

He spoke with such conviction, as if it were some incredibly wise decision.

He even pointed at Yang Guo, who was hiding behind a rock, and shouted, "Yang Guo! Are you even human? You watched your grandmaster and uncles bleed and fight for you, and you just hid there? If you're a man, step forward and don't drag the Quanzhen Sect down with you!"

These words were truly scathing.

Not only did he portray his own cowardice as prioritizing the greater good, but he also put Yang Guo in a very difficult position.

Although all seven disciples of Quanzhen were injured, they all showed anger upon hearing these words.

Qiu Chuji, known for his fiery temper, immediately retorted, "Nonsense! My Quanzhen Sect only has Taoists who die in battle, not cowards who sell out their disciples for personal gain! Zhao Zhijing, once this is over, I will cripple you without hesitation!"

Zhao Zhijing shrank back, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, but he still muttered, "I'm doing this for everyone's own good..."

Ouyang Feng didn't care how they argued; he was in the heat of the moment and just wanted to kill all these wild boars in front of him.

"Croak—"

He lay down on the ground again, his cheeks puffing out, ready to pounce.

This attack was more powerful than any of the previous ones. The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Ma Yu's face turned ashen. He knew he couldn't stop it.

Just then.

A slender figure emerged from behind the rock.

"stop!"

The boy's voice was clear and resolute, piercing through the clamor of the battlefield.

Yang Guo dusted himself off and walked slowly toward Ouyang Feng. He walked slowly, but each step was steady.

"Guo'er! Go back!" Wang Chuyi shouted anxiously.

"Grand Uncle-Master." Yang Guo stopped and looked back at Wang Chuyi, a desolate smile on his face. "Uncle-Master Zhao is right. One must bear the consequences of one's actions. I caused this trouble, and there's no reason for my masters to die for me."

"Nonsense!" Qiu Chuji roared. "Get back inside and hide!"

Yang Guo shook his head. He turned around and faced Ouyang Feng directly.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his mind was unclear, and he could suddenly burst into violence and kill at any moment.

Yang Guo took a deep breath, turned his back to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and winked his left eye at Ouyang Feng.

Dad, that's enough. If you keep hitting him, someone will really die.

Ouyang Feng's cloudy eyes darted around, as if he was processing the signal.

Yang Guo said loudly, "Ouyang Feng! You just want to capture me, right? I'll go with you. But you must release the masters of the Quanzhen Sect. Otherwise, I'll bite off my tongue and kill myself right now! All you'll take back is a corpse!"

After saying that, he made a move to bite.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word "corpse," a certain string in Ouyang Feng's mind stirred. He still wanted this kid to practice Toad Kung Fu; how could he practice it if he were dead?

"Good! Good!" Ouyang Feng straightened up, clapped his hands, and the murderous aura on his face instantly dissipated, replaced by a strange excitement. "As long as you obediently follow me, I won't kill these Taoist priests!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were stunned.

This madman... actually agreed?

Yang Guo turned around and faced the Quanzhen Sect members.

At this moment, sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating his slightly pale yet exceptionally resolute face.

"Grandmaster Uncle, Master Yang Guo's acting reached its peak at this moment. His eyes were slightly red and his voice was choked with emotion. "This disciple has been unruly and has caused the sect no shortage of trouble since joining. Today, if I can exchange my worthless life for the safety of the Quanzhen Sect, I... will die without regret."

"Guo'er..." Wang Chuyi's tiger-like eyes were filled with tears.

He recalled how he had just misunderstood Yang Guo and even wanted to cripple his martial arts. Yet this child, at the critical moment of life and death, showed such profound righteousness and respect for his teacher!

In comparison, Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding behind a tree trembling in fear, was worse than an animal!

"I won't leave! We'll save you!" Sun Bu'er struggled to stand up, but then collapsed powerlessly.

"Don't waste your energy." Yang Guo smiled bitterly. "You've all seen this old monster's martial arts. If we continue fighting, we'll all die. The Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox school of Taoism, and it still needs a few masters to carry it forward. How can we let it perish here?"

After saying that, he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of foreheads hitting the ground struck the hearts of everyone.

"Disciple Yang Guo bids farewell to his master!"

After getting up, he did not hesitate at all and turned to walk towards Ouyang Feng.

"Let's go, old monster," Yang Guo said coldly. "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."

Ouyang Feng laughed wildly in agreement: "Hahaha! Good! You have guts! I love tough guys! I'll take you back and crush your bones one by one, then let's see if you're still tough!"

After saying that, Ouyang Feng picked up Yang Guo, pushed off with his feet, and soared into the air like a bird.

"Guo'er—!"

Wang Chuyi let out a heart-wrenching roar, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

The mountains and forests were quiet.

All that remained was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The Seven Immortals of Quanzhen were all wounded, their expressions sorrowful. They looked in the direction where Yang Guo had disappeared, their hearts filled with a sense of powerlessness and guilt.

A disciple whom they considered unruly and even suspected of colluding with the demonic path, saved all of their lives at a crucial moment by sacrificing his own.

This affection, this sense of responsibility—how profound!

"Is this the wicked creature you speak of?" Qiu Chuji turned his head sharply, his gaze like a knife, staring intently at Zhao Zhijing who had crawled out from behind the tree.

Zhao Zhijing was also somewhat bewildered at this moment.

The script is wrong.

Shouldn't Yang Guo have knelt down and begged for mercy before being killed by Ouyang Feng with a single palm strike? How did he suddenly become a great hero who sacrificed his life for righteousness?

"Master... Uncle-Master..." Zhao Zhijing swallowed hard, trying to explain, "This kid is definitely faking it! He's in cahoots with that old poisoner! Don't be fooled by him..."

"Snapped!"

Qiu Chuji delivered a powerful palm strike to Zhao Zhijing's face from a distance.

This palm strike, delivered with rage, sent Zhao Zhijing spinning three times on the spot, and his remaining teeth flew out mixed with blood.

"Shut up!" Qiu Chuji roared. "You cowardly scoundrel! Yang Guo willingly fell into the clutches of evil to save us, his fate unknown! And you dare to slander him? Do you have any conscience? Do you have any humanity?"

Ma Yu took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, and said in a chillingly cold voice, "Zhijing, your performance today has been extremely disappointing."

Zhao Zhijing covered his face, knelt on the ground, and trembled all over.

He knew he was finished.

His image in the eyes of his superiors completely collapsed. And all of this was because of that damned Yang Guo!

"Issue my decree." Ma Yu gazed in the direction Yang Guo had disappeared and said in a deep voice, "The entire Quanzhen Sect, from this moment forward, will search with all its might for Yang Guo's whereabouts. We must find him alive or dead. Whoever can rescue Yang Guo will be a benefactor of the Quanzhen Sect!"

"yes!"

Deep in the dense forest.

They were out of sight of Chongyang Palace.

Just moments ago, Yang Guo had been looking like he was "willing to die a heroic death," but now he was riding on Ouyang Feng's neck, holding two wild fruits in his hands and munching on them with relish.

"Dad, slow down, you're shaking me to death," Yang Guo complained indistinctly.

With Yang Guo on his back, Ouyang Feng leaped among the treetops, his face no longer showing any ferocity, but smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Son, did Dad act well just now?" Ouyang Feng asked with a look of seeking praise.

"So alike! Absolutely!" Yang Guo gave a thumbs up. "Especially that claw strike—it scared those Taoist priests so much their faces turned green! Father, you're a true Oscar winner!"

"What kind of emperor is a movie star? Is he higher than an emperor?" Ouyang Feng asked curiously.

"Bigger! Much bigger!" Yang Guo blurted out casually, "The Movie Emperor is like an emperor who controls shadows; all the shadows in the world are under his control!"

"Hehe, that's good, that's good." Ouyang Feng was overjoyed. "Son, where are we going now? Back to the cave to practice?"

Yang Guo's face fell when he heard about practicing martial arts.

"Father, let's put our martial arts practice aside for now." Yang Guo's eyes darted around. "Let's find a place to have a good meal first. I used every ounce of my strength to save those Taoist priests, and now I'm starving."

Actually, he was trying to stall for time.

The time limit given by Xiaolongnu is three hours.

An hour has now passed.

He had to find a way to settle this old madman down before sneaking back to the Ancient Tomb. Otherwise, if Little Dragon Girl found out he was hanging out with Ouyang Feng again, she'd skin him alive.

"Eat? Sure!" Ouyang Feng perked up at the mention of food. "Dad will catch a snake for you! We'll roast snake meat!"

"No, no, no!" Yang Guo quickly waved his hands. "I'm turning into a snake from eating snake every day. Let's go to town and eat roast chicken and braised pork knuckle!"

"Alright! Let's eat braised pork knuckle!"

The father and son immediately agreed and headed towards the town at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu, dressed in white, stood at the entrance of the tomb, looking at the empty mountains and forests, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Not back yet?"

She glanced at the sky.

There is still half of the three hours remaining.

"The medicine won't be as effective if it gets cold."

Little Dragon Girl held the bowl of reheated tiger penis soup and murmured to herself.

Her eyes were clear, yet they held a strange kind of persistence.

"Guo'er, if you dare to lie to me..."

Little Dragon Girl's fingers gently brushed against the golden bell rope at her waist.

"I'll tie you to the cold jade bed and you're not allowed to get off for a month."