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

Looking at the person in front of him, Huo felt a slight sense of familiarity.

Immediately, the image of the little beggar who had caused him trouble at the foot of the mountain that day flashed into his mind; his face was filthy, and he was cunning.

The image of the little beggar in my memory gradually overlapped with the elegant young man in front of me.

"It's you!"

Huo Du suddenly realized what had happened, and a wave of shame washed over him. He, a dignified Mongolian prince, had been humiliated by a beggar!

To mask his momentary embarrassment and anger, he burst into laughter, his laughter filled with disdain. "I thought it was some kind of master, but it's just that little beggar from the other day!"

He abruptly closed his folding fan and shouted to the surrounding Mongol warriors, "See that? This is the Quanzhen Sect's reinforcements! A little beast! Hahahaha!"

The Mongol warriors burst into laughter in unison, though they didn't understand why the prince was so interested in a young man.

The Quanzhen Sect members looked even uglier.

Being publicly humiliated, especially in front of the main hall of the Quanzhen Sect, was not only an insult to Yang Guo, but also a slap in the face to the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing also laughed, but his laughter seemed somewhat forced.

He scrambled to his feet, clutching his wrist, and hid behind Huo Du. Then he poked half his head out and glared fiercely at Yang Guo.

The fear in my heart was then somewhat relieved.

That's a bastard! How could he possibly turn the tables? If the young prince makes a move, crushing him will be as easy as crushing an ant!

"You little beast! Don't you even know what you're worth?! How dare you challenge the young prince?"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, "You chose the path to hell when there was one. Now that you're here, let's settle the score from back then!"

Yang Guo completely ignored Huo Du.

The best response to such arrogant nobles is to ignore them. His gaze swept across the crowd and landed firmly on Zhao Zhijing.

If watching Huo Du earlier was like watching a clown jumping around, then watching Zhao Zhijing now is like watching a pile of stinking, maggot-infested dog shit.

I feel nauseous and vomit.

"Uncle Zhao."

Yang Guo called out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Zhao Zhijing's spine for no apparent reason.

It was an extremely dangerous feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Oh no, now I should call you... Eunuch Zhao? Or Zhao the Lackey?"

Yang Guo spoke slowly and deliberately, each word making Zhao Zhijing's face burn, "I always thought that our Quanzhen Sect's great swordsman Zhao was at most a little narrow-minded and used some underhanded methods. But I really didn't expect that you would be so weak-willed."

He pointed to the bloodstains on the ground, which were left by the young Taoist priest and hadn't dried yet.

"Kill fellow disciples, stab your master, and grovel before foreign races."

Yang Guo took a step forward, and with each step, his aura grew stronger, making Zhao Zhijing feel breathless. "Zhao Zhijing, did a dog eat your spine? Or are you just a boneless mangy dog ​​to begin with?"

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned purple from the scolding, and he trembled all over. His secret exposed, he was filled with shame and indignation, and roared, his voice laced with bravado, "The victor is king, the loser is villain! What do you know, you little beast! I'm just being pragmatic! I'm doing this for the good of the Quanzhen Sect!"

"For the good of the Quanzhen School?"

Yang Guo felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Immediately, his smile vanished, and his expression turned cold.

"You're doing that for your own pathetic ambition!"

"You want to become the sect leader and rise above others. Unfortunately, your skills are too poor and your character is too bad. You can't stay in the Quanzhen Sect, so you're thinking of becoming a dog for the Mongols."

Yang Guo pointed at Huo Du, "You think he respects you? In his eyes, you're just a lapdog wagging its tail. Once he's used you, he'll kick you aside."

These words were piercing to the heart.

Not only did he scold Zhao Zhijing, but he also revealed Huo Du's intentions.

Huo Du's smile completely vanished.

Although that was indeed what he thought, and he was even planning how to deal with this pawn afterward, being exposed to his face was a slap in the face.

The vulgar language of these street ruffians made this self-proclaimed aristocrat extremely uncomfortable.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted."

Huo Du snorted coldly, a murderous glint in his eyes. "I'd like to see if your mouth is harder than my knife."

Since he's just an arrogant brat, there's no need to do it yourself. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

He waved his hand and said, "Go, cut off this kid's tongue and give it to Master Zhao as a side dish."

"yes!"

Four burly Mongolian warriors stepped forward in response.

These four men were Huo Du's personal guards, and they were no strangers to murder and robbery. Each of them was highly skilled, wielding a curved sword and exuding a murderous aura.

They surrounded Yang Guo, their faces full of disdain.

"Kid, in your next life, remember to watch your mouth."

The leader, a scarred-faced man, grinned maliciously, as if he could already see the handsome young man's blood splattered five steps away. His curved blade drew a bright arc, aiming straight for Yang Guo's face.

The other three followed closely behind, attacking Yang Guo's lower body and flanks respectively.

Their perfect teamwork sealed off all escape routes.

If this attack had been delivered to an ordinary top-tier expert, they would likely have been thrown into disarray, and would have been severely injured even if they hadn't died.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all on tenterhooks.

"Watch out!" Despite being seriously injured, Sun Bu'er couldn't help but shout, unable to bear seeing his old friend's son die tragically on the spot.

Yang Guo stood still.

He didn't even take his hands out from behind his back.

He simply watched the scimitar coming at him silently, his expression completely calm, even showing a hint of... boredom?

A few months ago, he might have had to use the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill to deal with such an attack.

But now?

His internal energy was so powerful it was about to overflow, and he was just worried about where to release it.

Hide? That's for the weak.

Today, I'm going to show you country bumpkins who've never seen the world what "profound inner strength" really means!

Nearly.

The sound of blades slicing through the air was already piercing my eardrums, and the chill was biting.

Just as the four curved blades were about to strike him, Yang Guo's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"roll."

He parted his lips slightly and uttered only one word.

boom!

His internal energy surged and erupted suddenly, centered on him.

Unleash your inner strength to the fullest.

Although Yang Guo was weak these days, his internal strength was not weak at all.

They only use head-on collisions, without any unnecessary tricks or fancy moves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The four menacing Mongol warriors directly clashed with the powerful protective aura.

Before the sneer on their faces could even fade, they felt a sharp pain in their chests, as if their internal organs had shifted in that instant.

Before they could even scream, the four of them were sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when they arrived.

The steel scimitar in his hand could not withstand the terrifying recoil in mid-air and shattered into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

His chest caved in, he gushed blood, convulsed twice, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.

The audience was silent.

The wind was still blowing in the square, stirring up the dust on the ground, but it couldn't dispel the horror in everyone's hearts.

Huo Du's expression froze completely, and he almost dropped the folding fan in his hand.

What kind of kung fu is that?!

Without using his hands or feet, he can send four second-rate experts flying with just his protective inner energy?!

This internal energy... is probably even more profound than his! What did this kid eat to grow up like this?!

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were so astonished that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Qiu Chuji stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dislocated, his mind a complete blank.

This... this is Yang Guo, who has only been practicing for less than a year?

How exactly did they cultivate such profound internal strength?

Yang Guo's movements were extremely graceful.

Is this what it feels like to have power? It's fucking awesome!

He raised his head, his gaze falling on Huo Du again, this time with an even stronger mockery in his eyes.

"Prince Huo Du, is that right?"

Yang Guo took a step forward, and with each step, Huo Du's heart skipped a beat.

"Looks like your dogs don't have very good teeth."

"Why don't you come up and take a couple of bites yourself?"