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

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain stands Chongyang Palace.

This Taoist ancestral temple usually exudes a solemn and dignified atmosphere, with incense smoke curling and the sound of chanting filling the air. But at this moment, several young Taoist priests were dozing off, nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"yawn--"

Lu Qingdu stretched and rubbed his sleepy eyes, then said to his junior brother beside him, "Master and the others are really something, insisting that we increase our patrols. Even birds can hardly fly over this mountain, so where would anyone come from...?"

Pi Qingxuan, clutching his whisk, leaned against the doorpost and mumbled sleepily, "Senior brother, I heard that Yang Guo is hanging out with Ouyang Feng? You said Ouyang Feng is the legendary Western Poison, do you think our mediocre skills can hold him off?"

"Tch, just boosting their morale." Lu Qingdu curled his lip, looking disdainful. "That's because no one dares to break into our Chongyang Palace. We have the Heavenly Dipper Formation left by our ancestor Wang Chongyang here. Let alone the Western Poison, even the Heavenly King himself..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded right next to their eardrums.

Before Lu Qingdu could even react to what was happening, he felt an extremely violent shockwave rush towards him. Immediately afterward, the heavy, red-lacquered door, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of a battering ram, shattered instantly, as if it were made of paper.

Countless wood chips and fragments were swept away by the strong wind and shot in all directions.

"Ouch!"

Lu Qingdu and his junior brother tumbled and scrambled as they flew out, landing in a daze.

Amidst the rising dust, a tall, deranged figure strode in.

He was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in dirt, but his eyes gleamed with a ferocious light that seemed to prey on people.

It was Ouyang Feng who had returned.

He didn't even glance at the two "ants" on the ground. He simply stood in the center of the square, his chest heaving violently, took a deep breath, and then unleashed a deafening roar:

"Hand over the bastard who injured my son!!!"

That shout was truly a display of master-level internal energy.

The sound waves rolled and spread in all directions. Several large bronze cauldrons in the square were shaken and began to hum, and then cracks appeared on their surfaces.

Lu Qingdu covered his ears and rolled on the ground, feeling as if his brain was being shaken to its core.

"What kind of demon dares to trespass into Chongyang Palace!"

"Set up the formation! Quickly set up the formation!"

Amidst the chaotic footsteps and exclamations, countless Taoist priests, carrying long swords, rushed out from various halls and side rooms.

Although the incident happened suddenly, the Quanzhen Sect had a deep foundation, and in the blink of an eye, the square was filled with hundreds of disciples.

The crowd parted, and seven figures leaped out, landing at the very front.

They were the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The leader, Master Ma Yu, had white hair and beard, and a solemn expression. Beside him, Qiu Chuji glared angrily, and the long sword on his back trembled slightly.

"Ouyang Feng!"

Qiu Chuji recognized the old madman he had fought just a few days ago at a glance and roared, "You old poisonous creature! It was one thing to cause a ruckus a few days ago, but today you dare to destroy my sect! Do you really think my Quanzhen Sect has no one left?!"

Ouyang Feng tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the seven people.

He's looking for someone.

Find the murderer who stabbed his precious son with a sword.

However, he was not very bright and did not know the exact appearance of the person who stabbed Yang Guo. His daughter-in-law, Li Mochou, only told him that it was a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect who stabbed Yang Guo.

"Is it you?" Ouyang Feng pointed at Qiu Chuji, his eyes fierce. "Or is it you?" He then pointed to Wang Chuyi beside him.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Ouyang Feng stomped his foot, instantly cracking the hard bluestone floor. "Two Taoist priests just stabbed my son with swords! Hand him over, and I'll leave you with your bodies intact!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Did he stab his son?

When did this old madman have a son?

Did he have a child late in life?

And where is Yang Guo...? Wasn't Yang Guo kidnapped by him?

"Nonsense!" Hao Datong, an impatient man, stepped forward and shouted, "Ouyang Feng, don't you dare make baseless accusations! The Quanzhen Sect has been under lockdown for the past few days; no one has come down the mountain. Who would want to harm your so-called son?"

"Didn't you come down the mountain?"

Ouyang Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with even more ferocity. "Bullshit! I saw those two Taoist priests run away with my own eyes! Wearing your clothes, practicing your martial arts, and you still dare to deny it?!"

In his confused logic, anyone who is a Taoist priest is a member of the Quanzhen School. And anyone who is a member of the Quanzhen School is part of the same group.

"Fine, you're protecting the murderer!"

Ouyang Feng was so angry that he yelled and screamed. He suddenly squatted down, making a strange "gurgling" sound in his throat. His cheeks bulged out, and he looked like a giant toad that had been poised to pounce.

"Since you won't hand it over, then I'll kill you all! I'll kill you until you hand it over!"

"Not good! It's Toad Style! Form the Big Dipper Formation!" Ma Yu's expression changed drastically, and he shouted the order.

Although the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were old, they had worked together for half their lives, and their tacit understanding was ingrained in their bones. The seven of them moved swiftly and instantly stood in the position of the Big Dipper, their longswords drawn, their sword auras chilling and forming a curtain of light.

"kill!"

Ouyang Feng didn't care about formations at all.

With a powerful leap, he swiftly charged into the sword formation.

There were no fancy moves.

It's pure power, pure speed, pure dominance.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A series of intense metallic clanging sounds rang out.

Ouyang Feng's palms flew, and even with his bare hands, he held his own against the steel longsword. His palm strikes were incredibly powerful, each carrying immense force, causing the swordsman's hands to crack.

"Tian Shu position, turn to Tian Xuan!" Qiu Chuji shouted, trying to change the formation to trap this madman.

But today's Ouyang Feng is completely different from the Ouyang Feng who sparred with him a few days ago.

At that time, he was just acting for fun, cooperating with Yang Guo, and he left some room for maneuver.

Today, he is a furious father who believes his son is about to be stabbed to death.

A madman is not scary; what's scary is a madman who is cultured and skilled in martial arts.

"Screw you!"

Ouyang Feng completely ignored the changes in the formation, focused on the slightly weaker Sun Bu'er, and, while enduring Qiu Chuji's sword thrust towards his back, slapped him across the face.

"call--"

The palm strike was like a knife, scraping my face until it stung.

Sun Bu'er was terrified. If that palm strike landed, her head would explode like a rotten watermelon. She could only withdraw her sword and retreat rapidly.

This retreat immediately weakened their position.

"Open it!"

Ouyang Feng laughed wildly and grabbed a stone lion next to the square with both hands.

The stone lion, weighing at least a thousand pounds, was like a toy in his hands. With perfect coordination between his waist and body, he roared and swung the stone lion around, smashing it hard into the center of the densest crowd.

"Boom!"

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The originally seamless Big Dipper Formation was smashed open by this unreasonable "Lion Meteor Hammer".

"puff!"

Hao Datong and Liu Chuxuan were closest to each other and were thrown over by the violent shockwave, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"This old monster... he's gone mad, completely mad!" Wang Chuyi clutched his chest, his eyes filled with horror.

Is this the strength of the Five Great Masters of the World?

Is this the Western Poison after practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse?

Faced with such unreasonable violence, all the exquisite sword techniques and the orthodox schools of martial arts seem pale and powerless.

Ouyang Feng stood in the center of the ruins, surrounded by a circle of fallen Quanzhen disciples, their cries of agony filling the air.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Qiu Chuji, and he panted heavily: "Still not handing it over? Fine! Then I'll tear down this dilapidated house of yours!"

After saying that, he flashed away again, heading straight for the magnificent Sanqing Hall.

"Stop him! Stop him now! That's where the statue of our patriarch is enshrined!" Ma Yu was so anxious that his beard was trembling. Ignoring his internal injuries, he drew his sword and was about to give chase.

But who can catch up with Ouyang Feng?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ouyang Feng rushed into the main hall like a wild boar charging into a porcelain shop.

He rampaged through the room, breaking pillars and pushing over statues. Huge beams collapsed, and tiles rained down with a crash.

"Wang Chongyang! You damned Taoist priest! Even in death you won't let me rest in peace!"

"Let's see if your golden body is harder, or my fist is harder!"

Amidst frantic curses, the golden statue of Wang Chongyang, which had been worshipped by the Quanzhen School for decades, collapsed with a crash and broke into several pieces.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, standing outside the hall, watched the rising dust and smoke, their faces ashen, their hearts bleeding.

A humiliating disgrace.

What a disgrace!

Since its founding by Patriarch Chongyang, when has the Quanzhen Sect ever suffered such humiliation? Their mountain gates were stormed, their main hall was demolished, and their statues were destroyed, yet their seven sect leaders were utterly powerless to retaliate!

Just when the main hall was teetering on the brink of collapse and about to completely crumble.

The sounds of smashing and looting inside suddenly stopped.

Ouyang Feng stood amidst the chaos, clutching a curtain that had been torn from somewhere, ready to rip it apart in his anger.

Suddenly, his movements froze.

A flash of lightning struck that blurry mind.

"That's not right..."

Ouyang Feng scratched his head, looking puzzled, and muttered to himself, "How long have I been out?"

"That pretty daughter-in-law doesn't seem to have any internal energy... What if she encounters a wild beast? What if those two wicked Taoist priests launch a surprise attack?"

"Oh no! Oh no!"

Ouyang Feng slapped his thigh suddenly, and the fierce expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by the anxiety and panic typical of an old father.

"My dear son is still bleeding! I have to hurry back and make him some soup!"

Compared to demolishing the house, the son is obviously more important.

Under the horrified and desperate gaze of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, the mad old man who had just been like a demon suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust.

But he didn't even glance at these people.

Ignoring their defensive stance, it swept over them like a gust of wind and sped off towards the back of the mountain.

As he left, the sound of his cursing could still be heard in the wind:

"A bunch of useless trash! Not a single one of them can fight!"

"I'll spare your lives for now, you bunch of dogs! But once I find out who hurt my son, I'll come back and level this mountain for you!"

The sound gradually faded into the distance and soon disappeared into the depths of the night.

They left behind a mess and a group of Taoist priests who were questioning the meaning of life.

After a long silence, Ma Yu shakily sheathed his longsword, looked at the groaning disciples on the ground and the collapsed hall, sighed deeply, and seemed to have aged ten years.

"Senior Brother... what... what is going on?" Sun Bu'er, his hair disheveled, blood trickling from his mouth, looked aggrieved and bewildered. "What's wrong with that old poisoner? When did we ever harm his son?"

Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth, his face ashen: "Investigate! Investigate immediately! Summon all the disciples and take a headcount! Find out which wicked disciple caused trouble outside and provoked this scourge!"