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

Three days later, the cliff behind Chongyang Palace was broken.

The mountain wind was strong, blowing the wild grass on the cliff edge flat on the ground.

Yang Guo, dressed in a brand-new robe of the Quanzhen Sect leader, stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back.

The sunlight shone on Yang Guo's face, making his complexion rosy and his breathing long and even.

Under the harmonization of the Kanli Technique, the internal energy of the Nine Yin True Qi in the body was continuously generated, and the internal energy in the dantian was filled to the extreme.

Huang Rong and Lu Wushuang stood ten steps away.

The snake venom in Huang Rong's left shoulder had been completely removed, and she changed into a clean, light yellow dress.

Lu Wushuang held the willow-leaf dagger in his hands, his eyes filled with worry for Yang Guo.

Yang Guo glanced back at the two stunning beauties and grinned.

With the consolidation of these three days of dual cultivation, the peak realm of the early stage of the Innate Realm was completely solidified.

This unparalleled martial arts skill gave Yang Guo the illusion that all the heroes in the world were nothing special, and that the Five Greats were not unattainable.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Hong Qigong, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, strode over.

The old beggar walked with a very steady gait, each step he took on the bluestone slabs without raising a speck of dust.

Hong Qigong stopped three zhang away from Yang Guo and looked him up and down a few times.

Hong Qigong originally thought that since this kid was seriously injured three days ago, even if he didn't run away today, he would have to be carried here.

Who would have thought that this kid was not only not useless, but his energy and spirit were even more abundant than three days ago.

"Little brat, you didn't run away. This old beggar has some respect for your courage." Hong Qigong uncorked the wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine.

Yang Guo loosened his hands from behind his back and took a step forward.

As the innate true energy within his body circulated, two cracks appeared on the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

"How could I dare to break the three-day agreement set by the senior? If the leader of the Quanzhen Sect were to desert in the face of battle, he would have no place in the martial world anymore." Yang Guo's voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Hong Qigong hung the wine gourd back on his waist and slammed his green bamboo staff down heavily. Stone slab fragments flew everywhere.

"Anyone can talk big. Your internal energy is indeed strange; it has improved to such a degree in just three days. This old beggar will see today what kind of evil martial arts you've been practicing!"

Hong Qigong stopped wasting words, took a half step back with his right leg, drew a circle in front of his chest with both palms, and pushed out horizontally.

It is the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

The palm strike came whistling through the air.

The fallen leaves on the ground were all swept up and shredded into powder in mid-air.

This powerful force surged forth like a tidal wave, heading straight for Yang Guo's vital acupoint on his chest.

Yang Guo showed no fear, shouted loudly, and firmly planted his feet in a horse stance.

He formed palms with both hands, channeled all his orthodox and inverse Nine Yin True Qi, and struck out to meet Hong Qigong's palm wind.

The two immense forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening thud.

The shockwave spread out from the two people.

Yang Guo felt an extremely domineering force surge into his meridians through his arms. This force was continuous, one layer after another.

Yang Guo quickly activated the Kanli Technique to neutralize the surging, fierce palm force.

Yang Guo took three steps back, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

Taking a third step back, Yang Guo steadied himself and forcefully took the blow.

A slight sweetness rose in his throat, but Yang Guo forced it down.

Hong Qigong also took a half step back, his eyes filled with shock.

This kid actually didn't use any tricks or gimmicks; he directly confronted the palm force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms head-on.

With this level of cultivation, you won't find another like him among the younger generation in the world.

Yang Guo straightened up, his arrogance swelling completely.

Even the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are nothing special; my Nine Yin True Qi, which combines the positive and negative aspects, can completely withstand it.

"Senior, your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are so weak. Haven't you eaten? Should I have someone go to the kitchen and get you two roast chickens to nourish your body?" Yang Guo raised his chin and spoke provocatively.

Huang Rong frowned as she listened from behind. This kid was too arrogant; he dared to provoke the Five Greats after only taking one blow.

Hong Qigong was so angry that he laughed instead, his beard standing on end.

"What an arrogant little beast! You think you're something special just because you caught one palm strike? This old beggar is going to break every bone in your body today!"

Hong Qigong leaped into the air.

With both palms held high above, they slammed down with an extremely terrifying force.

This is "Flying Dragon in the Sky" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

This palm strike was more than twice as powerful as the previous one.

The palm strike enveloped a radius of several feet around Yang Guo, causing the air to be compressed and produce a popping sound.

Yang Guo put one hand behind his back, made a fist with his right hand, gathered all his true energy, and smashed it towards Hong Qigong in mid-air.

Fist and palm meet.

Yang Guo's expression changed drastically.

The power of Hong Qigong's palm strike was completely beyond Yang Guo's comprehension.

That force was impossible to neutralize, and it shattered Yang Guo's protective aura with overwhelming force.

The Nine Yin True Qi, both positive and negative, was directly shattered in the face of absolute power.

Yang Guo was sent flying.

The person was in mid-air when they opened their mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His back slammed heavily onto a boulder at the edge of the cliff.

The boulder shattered on the spot. Yang Guo rolled to the ground, covered in blood.

The internal organs were displaced, and three ribs were broken.

My meridians were burning with pain, my internal energy was running wildly, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.

Yang Guo braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying to get up, but failed twice.

This is the true strength of the Five Greats; the old beggar didn't even exert one-tenth of his power three days ago.

The first palm strike was just a test; once the second strike was delivered, he became a cripple.

Yang Guo winced in pain, his arrogance completely shattered by that palm strike.

Hong Qigong landed steadily, looked at Yang Guo lying on the ground, and said coldly, "How did that palm strike taste? Do you still want to go eat roast chicken, you old beggar?"

Yang Guo was panting heavily, unable to utter a single word.

Hong Qigong strode forward, raised his right hand, and prepared to strike with his third palm.

This kid is too talented. If we keep him around, he will definitely be a menace in the future. We must cripple his martial arts today.

"Seventh Master, please show mercy!"

Huang Rong shouted and used her lightness skill to rush over.

He spread his arms wide and stood firmly in front of Yang Guo.

Lu Wushuang also drew her willow-leaf dagger and ran over to protect Yang Guo.

Hong Qigong stopped in his tracks, frowned, and looked at Huang Rong.

"Rong'er, step aside. The old beggar said that this little beast has disgraced the Quanzhen Sect and must be punished today. If you continue to protect him, the old beggar will teach you a lesson too."

Huang Rong stood her ground, staring directly into Hong Qigong's eyes, and spoke at an extremely fast pace.

"Seventh Master, you mustn't kill him. Last night, a Mongol shaman infiltrated Chongyang Palace, intending to assassinate the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. Zhao Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect colluded with foreign enemies and has already had his limbs crippled by Guo'er. The Mongol army is stationed at the foot of the mountain, and the Golden Wheel Monk could come and attack at any time. Guo'er is the backbone of the Quanzhen Sect; if he dies, the Quanzhen Sect will be leaderless and will surely fall into the hands of the Mongols!"

Upon hearing these words, Hong Qigong's raised right hand froze in mid-air. The old beggar hated the Jurchens and Mongols most of all, and he was extremely clear about right and wrong when it came to matters of principle.

"A Mongol assassin? Is this true?" Hong Qigong asked sternly.

Huang Rong pulled open the collar of her left shoulder, revealing a wound that had not yet fully healed. Faint traces of black energy lingered around the wound.

"These are scars left by desert snake venom. Last night, Guo'er was in seclusion, and I risked my life to block him at the door, taking a poisoned dart. If Guo'er hadn't come out of seclusion, killed the assassin, and used his internal energy to expel the poison from me, I would have been dead long ago. Seventh Master, although Guo'er acts eccentrically, he would never betray his country or collude with the enemy. The thousands of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect are now all counting on him to lead the fight against the Mongol army." Huang Rong spoke earnestly and logically.

Hong Qigong looked at the wound on Huang Rong's shoulder, then at Yang Guo lying on the ground. This kid was capable of repelling Mongol assassins and even forcing out the venom of desert snakes; he certainly had some real skill.

"Master Guo is struggling to hold Xiangyang City alone. If the Quanzhen Sect can hold back the Mongol army at the foot of the mountain, the pressure on Xiangyang will be greatly reduced. Seventh Master, you care about the common people. Do you really want to cut off one of the arms of the Central Plains martial arts world at this critical juncture?" Huang Rong continued to press, bringing up the greater good of the nation.

Hong Qigong sighed and slowly lowered his right hand.

"Enough, enough. For the sake of the nation and Guo Jing, this old beggar will spare this little beast's life today." Hong Qigong turned to Yang Guo, his voice extremely stern. "Little brat, listen to this old beggar. This third slap will be on your tab. If you dare surrender to the Mongols, this old beggar will chase you to the ends of the earth and take your head!"

Yang Guo lay on the ground, struggled to lift his head, coughed twice, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Rest assured, senior, even if I die in battle on Zhongnan Mountain, I will never be a dog for the Mongol Tartars." Yang Guo's voice was weak, but his words were extremely resolute.

Hong Qigong snorted coldly, turned around and walked down the mountain. He disappeared into the woods in a few leaps.

Once they were sure Hong Qigong was far away, Huang Rong quickly knelt down and supported Yang Guo's shoulders. Lu Wushuang was also so anxious that tears streamed down her face as she helped Yang Guo turn over.

Yang Guo gasped in pain. His chest caved in, and even the slightest breath sent shivers down his spine.

"You fool! I told you not to be reckless, but you insisted on taking it head-on. Master Qi's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are unparalleled in the world. You've only practiced martial arts for a few days, and you dare to provoke him!" Huang Rong's eyes reddened, and her scolding words were full of heartache.

Yang Guo gave a wry smile and reached out to grasp Huang Rong's hand.

"Sister Rong, I was wrong. I thought I had broken through and my strength had greatly increased, but I ended up being taught a lesson by that old beggar. I deserved the beating." Yang Guo frankly admitted his mistake.

Lu Wushuang took out a handkerchief and helped Yang Guo wipe the blood off his face.

"What's the use of realizing your mistake now? Your bones are broken. Let's go back and get treated."

Huang Rong and Lu Wushuang carefully helped Yang Guo up, one on each side, and carried him towards the sect leader's courtyard.

Yang Guo pressed his weight onto the two women.

With each step, the broken ribs rubbed against his flesh, causing excruciating pain.

The scene of their fight replayed in his mind; Hong Qigong's overwhelming palm force was something that could not be neutralized by trickery.

In the face of absolute power, any exquisite technique is useless.

A master of the Five Greats level has reached a point where their internal energy can be controlled at will.

My current strength is indeed among the top in the younger generation.

But against veteran masters, they are simply no match.

Yang Guo felt a cold sweat break out on his brow.

I never took the Golden Wheel Dharma King seriously before. The Golden Wheel Dharma King was the Mongolian National Preceptor and the number one master of Tantric Buddhism.

The old bald monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu emphasizes immense strength.

The Golden Wheel Monk was a formidable figure who could hold his own against Guo Jing.

Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are no weaker than Hong Qigong's.

The Golden Wheel Monk's strength is definitely on the same level as Hong Qigong's.

If I had faced the Golden Wheel Monk with that arrogant attitude I had just had, I would definitely have been smashed into mincemeat by that old bald monk.

Yang Guo put away all his contempt.

The world is a deep and murky place; I've only just learned to swim and am far from being able to stir up trouble.

Before the mess left by the Quanzhen Sect could be cleaned up, a powerful enemy was already approaching.

We must seize the time to improve our capabilities.

The fusion of the positive and negative Nine Yin is just the beginning.

The One-Finger Divine Skill and the Chongyang Sword Technique left behind by Patriarch Chongyang still require further study.

"Sister Rong, after we get back, I'll have to trouble you to heal my injuries. This time, the injuries are too severe; it won't be healed for at least ten days to half a month." Yang Guo turned to look at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him. "Now you know how to complain? Go back and lie still, you're not allowed to go anywhere."

Yang Guo then looked at Lu Wushuang. "Wushuang, go back and stew a whole old hen for me. I need to nourish myself."

Lu Wushuang stared wide-eyed. "You're injured like this and you're still thinking about eating. Go back and drink some bitter medicine first."

The three of them, supporting each other, slowly walked back to Chongyang Palace.

Yang Guo was mentally calculating his next move.

The Golden Wheel Monk could arrive at any moment, and with himself seriously injured, the defenses of Chongyang Palace must be rearranged.

Although the old Taoist priests Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong were not good at martial arts, the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation was indeed quite powerful. I wonder if they could withstand it.