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

Huang Rong stepped out of the room, pulled the two wooden doors shut with both hands, and then heard the sound of the door being bolted shut from inside.

She carried the dog-beating stick down the three blue stone steps, her pale yellow dress clinging to her legs in the wind of the courtyard.

Huo Du stopped in the center of the courtyard, fanning himself with a folding fan. Behind him stood two rows of Mongol soldiers holding spears.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stood at the very back, slowly turning the prayer beads in his hand, the wooden beads making a "clattering" sound.

"Instead of enjoying her life in Xiangyang, Madam Guo has come to Zhongnan Mountain to stir up trouble." Huo Du closed his folding fan and lightly tapped his left palm. "Could it be that she has some shady dealings with this young leader of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Huang Rong tapped the ground with her bamboo staff and said coldly, "Does a defeated opponent dare to question me?" Her gaze swept past Huo Du and landed directly on the red-robed Tibetan monk behind her. "Golden Wheel Monk, the National Preceptor of Mongolia, you are supposed to be a grandmaster of your generation. Now you lead a large army to bully a group of Taoists. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the martial arts world?"

The Golden Wheel Monk paused slightly in moving his prayer beads, then raised his eyelids and asked, "Where is Guo Jing, Huang Rong, the Beggar Clan Leader?"

"Why would we need Brother Jing to deal with you?" Huang Rong gripped her bamboo staff tightly.

The Golden Wheel Monk took a step forward, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered silently, the cracks spreading rapidly in all directions.

A powerful burst of energy swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, heading straight for Huang Rong's face.

Huang Rong stepped onto the Bagua position, slid half a step to the right, and thrust out her bamboo staff, using the "sowing discord" move from the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.

The bamboo staff precisely struck the edge of the energy blast, using the force against it to redirect the violent power towards the courtyard wall.

With a loud "boom," dirt flew everywhere, and a large hole was smashed into the courtyard wall.

Huang Rong felt a numbness in her tiger's mouth and her chest heaving with blood and qi.

She had just been cured of snake venom last night, and her internal energy was greatly depleted. She was no match for a master of this level and could only forcefully swallow the blood that rose to her throat.

Meanwhile, inside the house.

Lu Wushuang ran to the bedside, reached out and grabbed Yang Guo's arm, her forehead covered in sweat as she whispered, "Let's go! To the Ancient Tomb!"

Yang Guo grabbed Lu Wushuang's wrist and shook his head, saying, "The person outside has extremely high internal strength, and his aura has already covered the entire courtyard. As soon as we climb over the wall, he can kill us with a single palm strike from a distance." His breathing was heavy, and the broken ribs throbbed with pain as he spoke.

He glanced down at his chest; the powerful palm strike left by Hong Qigong was still coursing through his meridians.

Although this force did not belong to him and was extremely destructive, it had now become his only lifeline.

"Wushuang, help me put on my Taoist robe." Yang Guo released his hand.

Lu Wushuang stood rooted to the spot, clenching her fists and shouting, "You can't even stand up straight now!"

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and sat up, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale.

He emphasized, "The leader of the Quanzhen Sect absolutely cannot receive guests while lying in bed. Get dressed!"

Lu Wushuang had no choice but to take the blood-stained Taoist robe next to her and put it on Yang Guo. The large Taoist robe just covered his chest, which was wrapped in white cloth.

Yang Guo pointed to the willow-leaf dagger at Lu Wushuang's waist and said in a deep voice, "Draw your sword."

Lu Wushuang did as instructed, the blade of the drawn sword gleaming with a chilling light.

Yang Guo turned his back to Lu Wushuang and, panting heavily, instructed, "Insert half an inch into each of the three acupoints on my back: Lingtai, Shendao, and Zhiyang. Be careful not to insert them too deep."

Lu Wushuang's hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably, the tip of the blade shaking violently: "What are you trying to do?"

"The old beggar's palm strike that hit my body won't dissipate. I need to use external force to stimulate my acupoints and force this force to my right arm. Hurry! Sister Rong can't hold on much longer!"

Outside the courtyard, Huo Du saw Huang Rong parry an attack and immediately drew his short sword: "Master, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let me, your humble servant, experience Madam Guo's superior skills."

Having said that, he leaped forward, his short sword aimed straight for Huang Rong's throat.

Huang Rong swept her bamboo staff horizontally, striking the spine of the short sword precisely.

Huo Du suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his wrist, and the short sword almost flew out of his hand.

He quickly flipped his wrist, changing the short sword from a thrust to a slash, and swiftly approached Huang Rong's lower body.

Huang Rong moved nimbly, her bamboo staff striking out repeatedly, instantly sealing off all of Huo Du's possible moves. Then, she struck Huo Du's left shoulder hard with the staff.

Huo Du cried out in pain and staggered back five steps.

The Golden Wheel Monk watched the two fight with cold eyes. He had already seen that Huang Rong's internal strength was running low and that she was only barely holding on with her exquisite moves. So he coldly said, "Huo Du, step down."

Upon hearing this, Huo Du sheathed his sword and leaped back to stand obediently at the front of the armored soldiers.

The Golden Wheel Monk raised his right hand, and a strange red light emanated from his palm as the internal energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was rapidly gathering.

He decided to stop holding back and kill Huang Rong with a single blow.

Inside the house.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, aimed the tip of the knife at Yang Guo's Lingtai acupoint on his back, and carefully stabbed it in half an inch.

Yang Guo let out a muffled groan of pain.

Next are the Shendao and Zhiyang acupoints.

With three slashes, blood quickly seeped out, instantly staining the Taoist robe on his back red.

The chaotic force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms within Yang Guo's body was stimulated by the intense pain and surged wildly towards his right arm.

The veins in his right arm were bulging, his skin was a terrifying purplish-red, it was throbbing with pain, and his muscles were twitching violently and uncontrollably.

Using this powerful external force, Yang Guo slowly straightened up. He calmly straightened his clothes, put on the headdress of the sect leader, then pushed Lu Wushuang aside and strode towards the door.

yard.

The Golden Wheel Monk unleashed a palm strike, sending a violent shockwave through the air, as if all the air in the courtyard had been sucked away.

With nowhere to dodge, Huang Rong could only grit her teeth and raise her dog-beating stick to prepare to take the blow head-on.

Just as things were about to turn around, the wooden door behind her was pulled open from the inside. A hand reached out and firmly placed itself on Huang Rong's shoulder, pulling her back half a step.

Yang Guo stepped out of the room and stood on the steps, his right arm hanging naturally at his sides and his left hand behind his back.

Faced with the terrifying shockwave from the Golden Wheel Monk, he neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he suddenly raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and threw a punch straight at the Monk's face without any fancy moves.

This punch unleashed the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms left in his body by Hong Qigong!

Fist and palm collided, and the two extreme forces crashed together in mid-air, creating a violent shockwave.

The bluestone steps beneath Yang Guo's feet were cracked inch by inch, with pebbles flying everywhere.

He forced down the sweet, metallic taste of blood that welled up in his throat, staring intently at the Golden Wheel Monk with a blank expression.

The Golden Wheel Monk withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm.

The force of that punch was extremely powerful, completely comparable to the power of his fifth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

He sized the young man up and down, then asked in a deep voice, "You're Yang Guo?"

Huo Du, standing to the side, widened his eyes and tightened his grip on the short sword.

Zhao Zhijing clearly said that Yang Guo had been beaten half to death, so how could he possibly withstand his master's palm strike?

Yang Guo slowly lowered his right arm.

The force of his palm strike had completely dissipated from his right arm, and his meridians were severely damaged. He no longer had the strength to lift his arm, but his posture remained ramrod straight.

"Yang Guo, leader of the Quanzhen Sect," Yang Guo said coldly to Jinlun Fawang, "The Imperial Preceptor led so many people to force his way into my Chongyang Palace without even sending a formal invitation. Isn't that against the rules of the martial world?"

The Golden Wheel Monk continued turning the prayer beads in his hand, and said arrogantly, "The Great Mongol Empire operates according to the rules. Hand over the seal of the Quanzhen Sect, kneel down and submit, and this old monk may spare your lives."

Yang Guo laughed upon hearing this.

He took out the jade seal of the Quanzhen Sect leader from his pocket with his left hand and slammed it heavily on the stone table beside him: "The Quanzhen Sect has no rule of surrender. The Grand Preceptor's martial arts are superb, and I admit that I am no match for him. But if the Grand Preceptor wants to take down the Quanzhen Sect, I'm afraid half of the people in this courtyard will die today." His tone was extremely calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

The Golden Wheel Monk stared intently at Yang Guo, sensing an inexplicable sinister aura emanating from the young man. The internal force of that punch was extremely strange; he didn't know how many trump cards Yang Guo still possessed. Moreover, this was the heart of the Quanzhen Sect's territory; if there truly was an ambush, the Mongol soldiers would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

"How dare you boast!" Huo Du stepped forward and shouted, "Your Quanzhen Sect's experts have already been almost entirely wiped out. What makes you think you can take half of our people?"

Yang Guo didn't even glance at Huo Du, his gaze still fixed on the Golden Wheel Monk, and slowly said, "Imperial Preceptor, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Speak." The Golden Wheel Dharma King stopped moving his prayer beads.

"Let's fight one-on-one. I'll take three of your moves," Yang Guo said, holding up three fingers. "If I can't take them, my life is yours, and the Quanzhen Sect is yours too. But if I survive three moves, you and your men can get out of Zhongnan Mountain!"