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

Yang Guo couldn't bear to hear anyone insult Huang Rong. His eyes turned red, and he pointed his longsword forward.

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

Yang Guo touched the ground with his toes, used the Golden Goose Skill, and charged straight at Yin Zhiping.

Yin Zhiping was prepared. He pushed Lu Wushuang forward, shielding her in front of him. His right hand thrust his long sword through Lu Wushuang's armpit, aiming straight for Yang Guo's abdomen. This move was extremely vicious, completely disregarding Lu Wushuang's life or death.

Yang Guo forcefully twisted his waist mid-air, abruptly stopping his sword strike. After landing, he took two steps back, avoiding Yin Zhiping's sneak attack.

Huang Rong remained silent. She brandished her dog-beating stick and flanked him from the right. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, cornered Yin Zhiping amidst several broken tombstones.

"Madam Guo, let's make a deal." Seeing the situation was turning against him, Yin Zhiping began to negotiate. Hiding behind Lu Wushuang, his voice trembled, "You let me down the mountain. I promise to keep everything I heard tonight a secret. I'll go to the Western Regions and never return to the Central Plains. You can continue being your sect leader and gang leader. We'll each keep to ourselves. How about it?"

Huang Rong gave a cold laugh.

"The mouth of a dead man is the most sealed."

Before she finished speaking, Huang Rong used the footwork of the Qimen Dunjia (a form of martial arts), her figure elusive and unpredictable. Her dog-beating stick transformed into a green blur, unleashing a "tripping" technique. The bamboo stick swept horizontally along the ground, aiming directly at Yin Zhiping's ankle.

Yin Zhiping was shocked and quickly gathered his strength to leap up. With this jump, he exposed Lu Wushuang in front of him.

Yang Guo had been waiting for this opportunity. He used his Snake-like Leap and Flip, gliding across the ground. He reached out with his left hand, grabbed Lu Wushuang's ankle, and pulled her backward forcefully.

Lu Wushuang cried out in surprise and fell to the ground, being dragged out of Yin Zhiping's control by Yang Guo.

While suspended in mid-air, Yin Zhiping saw the hostage taken and knew that things would not end well today. He bit his tongue and forcibly activated the remaining evil energy of the Blood Bodhi within his dantian. Dark red true energy flowed into his right arm, and the longsword emitted a hum, its light shining brightly.

From his elevated position, he unleashed a powerful move from the Quanzhen Swordplay, "The Big Dipper," with seven cold rays of light splitting from the tip of his sword, enveloping Huang Rong and Yang Guo completely.

Huang Rong showed no fear. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed the "Seal" technique from the Dog-Beating Stick Method. The bamboo stick drew several circles in front of her, creating a dense green shadow.

Seven sword beams pierced the green shadows, producing a series of crisp sounds. Huang Rong, with her profound internal strength, used the force of the blows against herself. She flicked her bamboo staff upwards along the sword's edge, striking directly at Yin Zhiping's wrist.

With nowhere to gain leverage while in mid-air, Yin Zhiping could only withdraw his sword and return to defense.

Yang Guo left Lu Wushuang behind and charged forward with his sword. His internal energy was depleted, so he dared not fight Yin Zhiping head-on, relying entirely on the exquisite techniques of the Chongyang Swordplay. He thrust his sword repeatedly, specifically targeting Yin Zhiping's weak points in the lower body.

The three of them were locked in combat.

Sword energy crisscrossed the jungle, and pebbles flew everywhere.

Yin Zhiping grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Huang Rong's Dog-Beating Staff Technique was unpredictable, each move targeting his most vulnerable spots. Yang Guo's swordsmanship was even more cunning and ruthless, every strike aimed at his vital points. He was already suffering from internal injuries and was only holding on by his evil energy; at this moment, he was no longer able to fight back.

"You two adulterers! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" Knowing he was doomed, Yin Zhiping gave up on defense. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, raised it high, and swung it down at Huang Rong's bamboo staff.

This is a suicidal fighting style.

Huang Rong snorted coldly. She slightly turned her body to avoid the sword's edge. Her right hand, wielding the Dog-Beating Stick, slammed forward, executing the "thrust" technique.

The tip of the bamboo stick struck Yin Zhiping's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

This strike contained the internal force of the Nine Yin Manual. Yin Zhiping felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the sound of his ribs breaking was clearly audible. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and flew backward.

Yang Guo seized the opportunity and exerted force with his feet. He shot out like an arrow, his long sword turning into a streak of white light.

"Sizzle!"

The longsword pierced Yin Zhiping's back and emerged from his chest. Crimson blood stained the blade.

Yin Zhiping crashed heavily to the ground. He gripped the exposed half of the sword blade tightly with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers. His eyes widened as he stared intently at Yang Guo and Huang Rong standing before him.

"Yang Guo..." Yin Zhiping coughed up blood while letting out a slurred laugh, "You won... but don't be so smug... your scandalous affair with Huang Rong... nothing stays hidden forever... Guo Jing will find out sooner or later... the Quanzhen Sect won't tolerate you... the martial world won't tolerate you either... you two adulterers... you'll die a horrible death..."

With his last breath, he uttered an extremely vicious curse.

Yin Zhiping's eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness. He couldn't believe that after plotting for so long, he would end up dying a violent death in the wilderness.

He hadn't become the sect leader yet, he hadn't won over Xiaolongnu, and he hadn't trampled Yang Guo underfoot.

Yin Zhiping's fingers slowly loosened. His head tilted to one side, lifeless. His eyes remained wide open, unseeing their death.

Yang Guo stepped forward and drew his longsword. He wiped the blood off Yin Zhiping's Taoist robe and sheathed the sword.

The night wind blew, and a heavy stench of blood filled the mass grave.

Everything returned to calm.

Yang Guo turned around and looked at Huang Rong. Huang Rong put away her Dog-Beating Stick, took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. Neither of them spoke, tacitly dealing with the aftermath of the battle.

Just then, a series of extremely suppressed gasps came from behind the tombstone a few steps away.

Lu Wushuang slumped to the ground, her hands tightly covering her mouth, afraid to make a sound. She was trembling all over, her teeth chattering.

She watched as Yang Guo and Huang Rong killed Yin Zhiping. She saw the blood gushing from Yin Zhiping's chest and his unseeing eyes.

But what frightened her wasn't the killing. In the martial arts world, someone dying was nothing new.

What frightened her were the words Yin Zhiping shouted before he died.

A stone cave. Passing on inner energy. Guo Jing's wife. Her young lover.

Lu Wushuang's mind was in complete turmoil. Although she was young, she wasn't a naive fool. Yin Zhiping's words were so clear, and Yang Guo and Huang Rong's reactions just now were so synchronized. There was definitely something shady going on between these two.

She learned about the biggest scandal in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Lu Wushuang slowly lowered her hands from her mouth. She raised her head and met two pairs of eyes.

Yang Guo, holding his sheathed longsword, stood two zhang away, watching her.

Huang Rong, holding the Dog-Beating Stick, stood beside Yang Guo, also looking at her.

Both of their eyes were calm. So calm that there was no ripple in them.

But Lu Wushuang felt a chill run down her spine. She saw murderous intent in that calm gaze.

Only the dead have the tightest mouths. Huang Rong's words to Yin Zhiping echoed in Lu Wushuang's mind.

Yin Zhiping died because he knew too much.

Now, it's her turn.

Lu Wushuang's throat was dry. She tried to stand up, but her legs were as weak as noodles, and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only use her hands to support herself on the ground, desperately trying to back away. Her back hit a tree, and she had nowhere left to retreat.

"I...I didn't hear anything." Lu Wushuang's voice trembled, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. She looked at Yang Guo, then at Huang Rong, pleading incoherently, "I swear! I really didn't hear anything! He was choking me just now, my head was spinning. I don't know anything!"