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

The fingertips touched the spine of the sword.

There are no fancy lighting effects, just straightforward and violent power release.

At that moment, Zhao Zhijing felt as if he wasn't holding a sword at all.

Instead, it was a red-hot iron bar that had just been pulled from the steel furnace, and it was incredibly hot!

The heat was extremely domineering, ignoring the laws of physics, and rushed in along the sword's texture, destroying everything in its path.

"Click."

The sound was crisp and clear.

The fine steel longsword that had been with Zhao Zhijing for many years shattered inch by inch! Fragments flew everywhere, slicing across Zhao Zhijing's cheek and drawing a line of blood.

But he couldn't care less about the pain in his face. After the immense force shattered the longsword, the power was fierce and cunning, drilling straight into his palm from the hilt and surging into his meridians!

Zhao Zhijing screamed and flung the sword hilt away.

His entire right arm immediately went limp and hung down, his palm turning a strange, burnt red color, and it was still twitching uncontrollably.

He staggered back five or six steps, his back slamming against the rock wall with a thud, his face contorted in pain.

Zhao Zhijing was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the boy in front of him, his face full of terror.

"One...One-Finger Divine Skill?!"

As the third-generation leader of the Quanzhen Sect, he had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run.

Who else could possess such a powerful and masculine finger technique, specifically designed to break through internal energy? It's none other than the royal family of Dali, the Duan clan.

But... that's not scientific!

Isn't that little beast Yang Guo hanging out with that old madman Ouyang Feng?

Why did he suddenly pull out the secret technique of the Southern Emperor lineage?

Moreover, judging from his skill level, he has clearly mastered the ability to penetrate force from a distance!

If it hadn't been a sword, but rather a blow to his chest... he'd probably have a hole punched in it by now to let him breathe!

Yang Guo remained standing in the same spot inside the cave.

Maintain the extended finger posture.

He held his right index finger out to the side, with smoke still rising from the fingertip.

On his left shoulder, the long sword was still dangling, and blood dripped down the blade, staining the soil beneath his feet red.

But he was like a monster who felt no pain.

His eyes were coldly fixed on Zhao Zhijing, and a slow grin spread across his face, revealing a set of bloodstained white teeth.

His laughter was chilling.

"Uncle Zhao."

How many stars would you give this service?

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

This seemingly light step startled Zhao Zhijing so much that he instinctively pulled Yin Zhiping next to him to act as a human shield.

"You...you stay away!"

Zhao Zhijing roared, his voice trembling with fear, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, "Yang Guo! How do you know the Duan family's secret techniques? What's your relationship with the Southern Emperor?!"

Not only was Zhao Zhijing stunned.

Even Li Mochou, who was slumped in the corner, had her beautiful eyes wide open and her red lips slightly parted.

Although she is unable to move, she has a sharp eye.

That finger strike just now was imposing and incredibly powerful—it was definitely a genuine product!

Just how many tricks is this little rascal hiding?

Yang Guo did not answer.

He simply looked the two of them up and down with the gaze one would give a dead man.

In reality?

He's in a complete panic right now.

That last finger strike was an extraordinary performance by him, directly draining all the pure yang internal energy accumulated in his body.

The blue bar is reset to zero!

Right now, he's just an empty shell.

My lower abdomen felt empty and hollow, my meridians were stabbing, my left shoulder hurt even more, and half of my body felt numb.

Let alone pointing another finger, even raising my hand is difficult.

But I have to act!

It's time to put our acting skills to the test; the qualities of a former movie star awaken now.

If he showed even the slightest hint of fear, he and Li Mochou would truly become a pair of star-crossed lovers today.

Yang Guo suppressed his surging blood and swallowed the metallic taste in his throat, controlling his thigh muscles that were about to cramp, and straightening his spine.

Who I am is not important.

Yang Guo raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword on his left shoulder.

His eyes hardened.

"Pfft!"

He actually managed to pull the longsword out!

Blood spurted out, splattering half of his body.

But he didn't even utter a sound, casually throwing the bloodstained longsword on the ground with a loud "bang," as if it had hit the hearts of the two people opposite him.

This ruthlessness and the aura of a desperate criminal completely intimidated the crowd.

"The important thing is..."

Yang Guo raised his right hand, which was still stained with warm blood, and slowly raised his index finger.

It pointed towards Zhao Zhijing's brow.

"Uncle Zhao, who did you say you were sending on your way?"

"My finger is still a little itchy; I didn't get enough of that last stroke."

"How about we extend the time?"

"This time I won't use my sword, I'll use my finger on your skull to see if your skull is harder or my One-Finger Divine Skill is harder."

Yang Guo's voice was soft, with a hint of casual teasing, but to Zhao Zhijing, it was like a death warrant from the King of Hell.

Want to add another hour?

Still want to touch the top of the head?

Zhao Zhijing glanced at his half-crippled right hand, his face twitching violently.

This kid is too weird!

Not only is his internal strength unfathomable, but he is also proficient in swordsmanship, and now he has also appeared with the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Its background and strength remain a mystery.

What if the Southern Emperor, Master Yideng, is nearby? Or what if that old poisoner, Ouyang Feng, is lurking in the bushes outside the cave?

Where there is life, there is hope.

It's not worth risking your life for a woman!

"Good! Good lad!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, clutching his throbbing right arm, his eyes filled with malice. "The green hills remain, the clear waters flow on. I'll remember this debt! We'll see!"

After saying that, he grabbed Yin Zhiping, who was still in a daze, with his left hand.

"Walk!"

However, it couldn't be pulled.

Yin Zhiping remained rooted to the spot, unable to budge an inch.

His gaze was fixed on Li Mochou behind Yang Guo.

Her clothes were disheveled, but her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom. It was a scene that had appeared in his dreams countless times, an allure that could drive him mad.

In his eyes, the current Li Mochou has become synonymous with the aloof Little Dragon Girl.

"No... I won't leave..."

Yin Zhiping was panting heavily, his eyes were frighteningly bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and rough. "Senior brother, he's faking it! He's putting on a show! Look, he's bleeding! He's about to die!"

"Kill him...kill him and we'll get that woman! She's ours!"

Jealousy and desire had completely consumed Yin Zhiping's mind.

He is not reconciled!

Why does Yang Guo get all the good things?

Little Dragon Girl protected him, and now even the female demon Li Mochou has become his?

"Useless! You're just a lustful idiot!"

Enraged, Zhao Zhijing slapped Yin Zhiping on the back of the head. "If you want to die, go die yourself! Don't drag me into this!"

Yin Zhiping staggered after being hit, but he still charged forward, disregarding everything else.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.

Holy crap, this simp is really reckless when he gets going!

If that thing really charges at me, in my current state, I'm afraid I'd fall over with just a push.

We absolutely mustn't let him find out!

The scope has been broadened, and the momentum is at its peak!

Yang Guo took a heavy step forward, gathering the last bit of strength in his body, focusing his energy in his dantian, and using every ounce of strength he had.

"Want to die?"

"I'll grant your wish!"

Yang Guo roared, his voice like thunder.

A faint golden light emanated from the index finger of his right hand once again.

The golden light was very faint, but in the dim cave, it was a real deterrent!

"Come on!!!"

This roar carried an aura of fearlessness and determination.

Yin Zhiping's body stiffened.

The courage I had just mustered vanished the moment I faced the smell of death.

He looked at the golden light at Yang Guo's fingertips, then at the broken sword on the ground, and his mind finally cleared up a bit.

Life is more important than women.

"Go! Go quickly!"

Zhao Zhijing dared not delay any longer, fearing that Yang Guo's finger strike would really crack his skull.

He dragged Yin Zhiping with all his might, and the two of them stumbled and staggered out of the cave like stray dogs.

They run incredibly fast, as if they wished they had two more legs.

They didn't even bother to take the sword stuck in the cave ceiling.

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the cave. The two ran wildly through the woods, tumbling and crawling.

Gradually, the sound faded away until it disappeared completely.

The cave returned to its deathly silence.

Yang Guo maintained that domineering posture.

The fingertip pointed at the hole, remaining motionless.

Only when he was sure that the two barbarian priests had really run far away did his straight back suddenly give way, and he collapsed.

"call……"

Yang Guo let out a long breath.

With that release, the "Best Actor" aura he had been maintaining instantly collapsed.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the scene before his eyes blurred and overlapped. That single finger strike had not only drained his internal energy, but it had practically drained his adrenaline as well.

Yang Guo shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness. He turned around with difficulty, and before his vision could even focus, a smug smile had already crept onto his lips.

"Wife...wife..."

He grinned, his voice weak but tinged with a smug eager for praise: "How... was it... your husband... that move just now... was awesome, wasn't it?"

Before he could finish speaking, he took a step and missed his footing. He fell forward uncontrollably.

"Hey! Yang Guo!"

Li Mochou watched helplessly as he collapsed like a wall, her pupils shrinking sharply.

She instinctively wanted to reach out to help, but the damned acupressure technique locked her in place.

It’s over.

If that falls down, won't it break your ribs?

however--

"puff."

There was no hard, impacting sound as I had imagined.

When Yang Guo fell, it was as if he had a GPS navigation system installed; the accuracy was ridiculously high.

Without leaning to one side, he buried his head in Li Mochou's arms.

His face was instantly buried in an amazing softness.

Beneath that peach-colored dress lay an absolute forbidden zone, enough to make even the most valiant heroes of the martial world envious and their hearts race.

It is warm. And surprisingly elastic.

A faint fragrance of crabapple blossoms, mixed with the unique scent of a woman, entered Yang Guo's nostrils and rushed straight to the top of his head.

In that instant, Yang Guo's brain, which was on the verge of crashing, miraculously regained its clarity.

This feel...

It's a million times softer than the jade bed in the ancient tomb!

It's even better than the finest latex pillows of later generations!

I never expected to experience VIP first-class treatment here!

Li Mochou froze completely.

This……

That little rascal...

What is this?

Lying on your own chest?

Under normal circumstances, any man who dared to stay within three feet of her would have been struck by the Ice Soul Silver Needle and sent to report to the King of Hell long ago.

But now.

She felt the heavy head pressing firmly against her chest, and the blood seeping out, gradually staining her clothes.

Li Mochou's heart was in turmoil.

It was an extremely complex emotion. It felt like someone had squeezed it hard, leaving it both sore and swollen.

Shame and anger? Definitely.

But more than anything, it felt strange and inexplicable.

That little rascal... he did it to save himself.

He truly risked his life and bled to protect her chastity from those two scoundrels of the Quanzhen Sect.

At this moment, Yang Guo's consciousness was sinking.

But in the last second before he completely blacked out, he took a deep, greedy breath, driven by his last instinct.

Her cheeks even unconsciously rubbed against that breathtaking softness, finding the most comfortable position.

It smells good.

so big.

This is a huge profit!