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

Yang Guo's shout of "My woman!" was righteous and resounding.

It's like a mischievous child declaring ownership of a candied hawthorn in a bustling city, with an air of unquestionable domineering and... roguishness.

In the corner, Li Mochou had already prepared to bite her tongue and commit suicide.

Upon hearing this, she trembled, and for a moment she even forgot how to exert force.

She stared at the boy standing at the entrance of the cave.

The boy was backlit, and his whole body was somewhat dazzling.

This guy, with a gaudy pearl necklace around his neck and holding what... women's clothes? He looks exactly like a spendthrift who just crawled out of a pile of cosmetics.

But this seemingly unreliable guy just said I'm his woman?

Normally, anyone who dared to speak to Fairy Chilian like that would have been turned into a hedgehog by a handful of Ice Soul Silver Needles.

But now...

Li Mochou bit her lower lip, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Is it shameful? Somewhat. She, a formidable female villain of the martial arts world, has actually stooped to recognizing this little brat as a man in order to preserve her innocence.

But more than anything, it was a sense of security I'd never felt before?

In her entire life, all she remembered was being betrayed, hunted, and schemed against. That heartless man, Lu Zhanyuan, was always full of empty words of morality and righteousness; when had he ever stood before her like this?

This feeling of being protected...

It's not bad at all.

"Ha...hahahaha!"

A burst of shrill laughter shattered Li Mochou's sweet thoughts.

Zhao Zhijing laughed so hard he almost fell over, and the long sword in his hand trembled.

"Yang Guo, I think you've gone stupid from practicing martial arts!"

As Zhao Zhijing laughed, he looked Yang Guo up and down with the kind of look one gives an idiot, his eyes full of disdain.

"Your woman? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror to see what kind of person you are!"

Zhao Zhijing pointed his sword at Li Mochou from afar, his tone utterly contemptuous: "This is the ruthless Red Serpent Fairy, how dare you lay a finger on her? Are you out of your mind with lust for women?"

At this point, Zhao Zhijing's smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a sinister and ferocious expression.

"But you never know, a bitch and a dog are a perfect match. You scoundrel and this vixen from the underworld are indeed a perfect pair! Perfect, today we'll put you two together and send you down to be a pair of lovebirds destined for the same fate!"

Compared to Zhao Zhijing's pure malice, Yin Zhiping's reaction was much more intense.

His gaze shifted from Li Mochou to Yang Guo, and finally settled on the pile of colorful fabrics in Yang Guo's arms.

Those are clothes for women!

Who is it for?

Without a doubt, it's for Little Dragon Girl!

Just thinking about Yang Guo, who not only gets to be with that fairy-like Dragon Girl in the Ancient Tomb every night, but now he's even managed to get his hands on a stunning beauty like Li Mochou!

On what grounds?

Why does this little beast get all the good things?

"Yang...Yang Guo!"

Yin Zhiping's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"You shameless lecher! You...you have no shame at all!"

Intense jealousy consumed Yin Zhiping's reason.

He remembered how Yang Guo tricked him into stealing elixirs, completely fooling him. In the end, not only did he fail to win Xiaolongnu's heart, but this guy also stole her away.

"Face?"

Yang Guo slowly placed the cloth in his arms on a clean rock and carefully patted off the dust.

After doing all this, he turned around, crossed his arms, and looked at Yin Zhiping with a nonchalant air.

"Master, we're all thousand-year-old foxes, why are you playing these ghost stories with me?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Yang Guo's lips.

"When it comes to shamelessness, how can I compare to you?"

"You took advantage of her vulnerability and drugged the girl. Only a womanizer would resort to such despicable tactics, right?"

"Master, you are the most outstanding third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect! You speak eloquently of morality and ethics all day long, but behind the scenes you are a heart full of wicked and immoral acts?"

Yang Guo took a step forward, staring intently at Yin Zhiping.

"If you want to play with women, go to a brothel! It's a matter of spending some money, nothing shameful. But what you're doing is..."

"If Patriarch Chongyang knew that one of his disciples was such a useless piece of trash who could only get an erection with drugs, he'd probably be turning in his grave!"

These words were absolutely piercing.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Yin Zhiping was hit where it hurt and completely lost his temper.

That night, failing to win over Xiaolongnu was the biggest regret of his life!

"I'm doing this for the Quanzhen Sect! I'm doing this to eliminate demons and uphold justice!"

Yin Zhiping roared hysterically, wildly swinging his longsword, "You colluded with the demoness's disciple, what right do you have to lecture me! I'll kill you! Kill you!"

"Junior brother! Why waste your breath talking to a dead man like this!"

Zhao Zhijing was clearly calmer.

He could tell that Yin Zhiping's mentality had collapsed, but that was exactly the effect he wanted.

Only when Yin Zhiping is driven completely mad will the two of them be in the same boat, and neither of them will be able to escape.

"Now that this kid has witnessed what we did, we absolutely cannot let him leave alive today!"

Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He moved swiftly, and his longsword transformed into a cold gleam, aiming straight for Yang Guo's throat.

"Let's do it!"

With a sharp shout from Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, who had been unable to restrain himself any longer, also moved.

Two long swords.

One left and one right.

With a determination to kill, they blocked all of Yang Guo's escape routes.

The Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship emphasizes moderation and balance, but the two of them were using it with ruthless and vicious moves, aiming straight for vital points.

"Be careful!"

Li Mochou, who was in the corner, called out instinctively.

Although she can't move, her eyesight is still intact.

Although these two old Taoist priests were of low character, their martial arts skills were those of genuine direct descendants of the Quanzhen Sect. In particular, when the two joined forces, their sword techniques complemented each other, multiplying their power.

Yang Guo stood still.

They seemed stunned by this sudden and deadly attack.

A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's lips.

Die, you little beast!

Just as the tip of the sword was less than three inches from Yang Guo's throat.

Yang Guo did not dodge; he simply drew his sword.

After he and Xiaolongnu completed their wedding ceremony, he kept this gentleman's sword on his person.

"Clang!"

A piercing clang of metal rang out.

Yang Guo's sword strike was completely devoid of any fancy moves.

It could even be described as a complete mess.

There was neither sword intent nor sword momentum.

All they have is brute force.

The pure internal energy accumulated over sixteen years by the Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill!

The domineering true energy forged from the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual!

Everything was poured into this broken iron sword, which swept out recklessly.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

"Bang!"

The two fine steel longswords collided with the broken iron sword, producing a muffled thud.

Zhao Zhijing felt an overwhelming force travel through the sword, instantly splitting his hand and drawing blood. His entire right arm was sore and numb, making it impossible to exert any strength.

"Ta-da!"

He stumbled back seven or eight steps until his back slammed against the rock wall, barely managing to stop.

Meanwhile, Yin Zhiping was in an even worse situation.

He had attacked with hatred in his heart, and had used all his strength. The force of the blow sent his longsword flying out of his hand and clattering into a crack in the cave ceiling.

He landed face-first on the ground with a thud.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Zhao Zhijing clutched his numb right arm, staring at Yang Guo with a look of utter disbelief.

How can this kid's internal strength be so strong?

He's only been on the mountain for a little over half a year, how could he possibly have such powerful and domineering true energy!

Is this still the same Yang Guo who only knows how to talk a good game?

Only Yin Zhiping secretly lamented that this was all his own doing.

Smoke and dust filled the cave.

Yang Guo shook his slightly sore wrist, whistled, and wore that smug smile on his face.

"Oh?"

"Uncle Zhao, why are your hands shaking so badly?"

Yang Guo pointed his sword at the ground, took two steps forward with an air of utter indifference, and looked down at the two disheveled figures.

"Was that slap too hard? Did it deplete your kidney energy?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I told you long ago, you need to be more restrained as you get older. Look at you, you can't even hold a sword properly anymore, how are you going to fight demons and protect the righteous path?"

Yin Zhiping got up from the ground, picked up a stone and was about to rush forward to fight, but Zhao Zhijing grabbed him.

"Don't act impulsively!"

Zhao Zhijing's voice was somber as he stared intently at Yang Guo's feet.

Although that attack was powerful, Yang Guo's footwork became unsteady.

After that sweeping strike, Yang Guo's lower body was unstable, and his footwork was completely haphazard, leaving him vulnerable.

If he and Yin Zhiping had withstood that blow and taken advantage of his unpreparedness, Yang Guo would have died ten times over.

"This kid has profound internal strength, but he lacks practical combat experience!"

Zhao Zhijing, a seasoned veteran, saw through Yang Guo's true nature at a glance.

He has a mountain of treasures, but he's just a nouveau riche who only knows how to throw gold bricks at people!

"Junior brother!"

Zhao Zhijing lowered his voice and spoke rapidly, "Don't confront him head-on! Let's use the Yin-Yang Sword Formation to kite and entangle him, wearing him down!"

Yin Zhiping was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

Yup!

Yang Guo has only practiced martial arts for a few days? He hasn't even memorized all the incantations!

Even if he has learned something, he can't compare to those who have trained since childhood!

"clear!"

Hope rekindled in Yin Zhiping's eyes.

He and Zhao Zhijing exchanged a glance, then abruptly separated, one on the left and one on the right, and began circling Yang Guo.

Yang Guo frowned.

broken.

He's definitely not had many serious fights. Before, in the Ancient Tomb, he was just playing around with Xiaolongnu, mostly flirting, not engaging in life-or-death battles.

Later, a special training session was held on the back mountain, where a challenge was set up. Although the improvement was rapid, it was still very limited.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Zhijing on the left suddenly launched an attack, thrusting his sword at Yang Guo's weak spot.

Yang Guo instinctively swung his sword to block.

Just then, Yin Zhiping on the right also moved.

Although the withered tree had no sharp edge, it still made a whooshing sound as it was infused with internal energy, heading straight for Yang Guo's back.

Holy crap!

Yang Guo cursed under his breath and could only forcefully twist his waist, his iron sword drawing an awkward arc to barely block Zhao Zhijing's sword, but completely exposing his back to Yin Zhiping.

"puff!"

Although the withered wood in Yin Zhiping's hand did not pierce his clothes, the internal force did indeed strike his back.

Yang Guo felt a sweet taste in his throat and staggered a few steps.

Before he could even regain his footing, Zhao Zhijing's longsword clung to him like a leech.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sword flashed.

The two of them didn't fight Yang Guo head-on at all; they made contact and left immediately.

If you attack the left, I'll attack the right.

If you attack the front, I'll attack the back.

The Quanzhen Sect's Two Elements Sword Formation is an exquisite formation that uses superior numbers to attack the weaker enemy and allows for mutual support.

Using this against a complete novice with almost zero practical experience is like a game-changer.

Yang Guo was instantly plunged into a fierce battle.

He had a lot of strength, but it was like punching cotton; he couldn't get any leverage.

Instead, they were completely outmaneuvered by these two seasoned veterans.

Before long, his clothes were torn in several places, making him look disheveled.

"Hahaha! You little beast! Let's see how long you can last!"

Zhao Zhijing became more and more adept at the fight, and the joy in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"You think you have strong internal energy? You think you're so tough? Come on! Hit me!"

As Zhao Zhijing drew his sword, he also tried to distract Yang Guo with his words, "After you die, I'll cherish your 'woman' right there in front of your corpse! So you can hear a sound even in the underworld!"

Normally, Yang Guo would have a hundred ways to retort to such vulgar language.

But now, he even has trouble breathing.

"clang!"

Another block.

Yang Guo's arm went numb, and his steps finally faltered.

He stepped on a loose pebble and his body swayed.

opportunity!

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes.

"Go to hell!"

He abruptly blocked Yang Guo's escape route on the left, and his longsword flashed, covering Yang Guo's upper body.

Meanwhile.

Yin Zhiping appeared to Yang Guo's right side like a ghost.

A flash of cold light appeared in his hand.

"laugh--!"

Yang Guo's sleeve was neatly cut off.

Half of the sleeve fell to the ground.

The cold tip of the dagger was already pressed against Yang Guo's throat artery.

If you just push it forward by half an inch, you can make him bleed five steps away.

Zhao Zhijing stopped wielding his sword and stood aside, blocking the only way out.

He wore a ferocious grin and was breathing heavily.

"Little beast."

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes peeled! Some things you can't fake!"