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

The Golden Wheel Dharma King held a lead wheel in one hand, his red robe billowing around him.

The internal energy of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill flattened the dust on the ground, and even the air became extremely stuffy.

Lu Wushuang gripped the willow-leaf scimitar tightly with both hands and stepped forward to block Xiaolongnu.

She had a slight limp in her left leg, but her posture was extremely steady. With a sudden flick of her wrist, the curved knife shot straight up, heading straight for the Golden Wheel Monk's wrist.

The Golden Wheel Monk didn't even look at it, and flicked his left finger on the blade.

With a crisp "clang", the willow-leaf scimitar broke in two.

Lu Wushuang's tiger's mouth split open, blood splattered, and he flew backward, crashing heavily against the edge of the door frame. He spat out a mouthful of red and white blood foam before completely losing consciousness.

Xiaolongnu did not help Lu Wushuang. She gripped the Lady's Sword tightly with both hands and activated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to its fullest extent, causing the sword to be covered with a layer of white frost.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, heading straight for the central hole of the falling lead wheel.

Huang Rong darted in from the right, her Dog-Beating Stick whipping up a green shadow as she aimed directly at the "Zhangmen" acupoint on the Golden Wheel Monk's waist, employing a tactic of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

The Golden Wheel Monk neither dodged nor evaded; his right arm muscles bulged, and the force of the lead wheel pressing down doubled.

With a loud "clang," the Lady's Sword broke in two, and the extreme cold true energy was instantly shattered by the unparalleled power of the dragon and elephant.

Little Dragon Girl held the broken sword, her body pressed down to her knees, her knees shattering the bluestone slabs, and blood dripping continuously from her chin.

At the same time, the Golden Wheel Monk grabbed the sweeping Dog-Beating Stick with his left hand, and Huang Rong, despite mobilizing all her internal energy, was unable to budge it an inch.

With a burst of internal energy, the Golden Wheel Monk caused the Dog-Beating Stick to bend into an exaggerated arc before suddenly rebounding. Huang Rong was forced back seven steps by the force of the rebound.

She leaned against the wall, panting heavily. The wound on her left shoulder, which had not yet fully healed, reopened, oozing out traces of black blood.

The power of a grandmaster is unstoppable.

Yang Guo lay on the bed, his gaze sweeping over the open doorway and taking in everything in the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang lay in a pool of blood, Xiaolongnu knelt and swallowed blood, Huang Rong's wounds burst open, and he couldn't even lift a little finger.

The veins in his right arm were completely destroyed, and the broken ribs rubbed against his flesh with each heavy breath.

The anger in his chest did not make him lose his mind; on the contrary, it made his mind extremely clear.

The circulation path of the Dantian's inner Kanli Technique has been completely disrupted, and the extreme Yang of practicing the Nine Yin Manual orthodoxly and the extreme Yin of practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse collide wildly after losing control.

Just then, the wisp of Dragon Subduing True Qi that Hong Qigong had left in various parts of his meridians was drawn into the vortex.

This extremely powerful Dragon Subduing True Qi became the final spark that ignited the balance of Yin and Yang.

A fine layer of blood beads seeped from Yang Guo's body, and his Taoist robe bulged out of the invisible airflow.

The air around the bed began to distort, the wooden bed frame creaked unpleasantly, and then shattered into pieces.

In the courtyard, the Golden Wheel Monk threw away the broken half of his Dog-Beating Stick, looked down at the Little Dragon Girl kneeling on the ground, and raised his lead wheel again, coldly saying, "Female benefactor, it's over."

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped and turned his gaze past Xiaolongnu to look into the room.

Even though there was no wind in the room, the teapot and porcelain bowl on the table, along with the wood chips on the floor, were all suspended in mid-air.

Yang Guo's body was still lying flat, but it had already detached from the bed and was suspended three feet off the ground.

A layer of black and white true energy, visible to the naked eye, enveloped him. This true energy was extremely violent, yet it maintained a strange balance.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's fingers, which were moving the prayer beads, suddenly stopped.

He had spent years cultivating in the snowy mountains, and his perception of qi was far beyond that of ordinary people. The power inside the room had already surpassed the realm of the innate level, and even exuded an aura of destruction.

How can this kid have such a powerful presence when his meridians are clearly destroyed?

The Golden Wheel Monk quickly calculated in his mind. As the Grand Preceptor of the Great Desert, he would never risk his life to kill a seriously injured young man.

He raised his right hand and hurled the lead wheel into the room. The wheel whistled through the air and hurtled straight toward Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo did not move; his body, suspended in mid-air, did not even shift slightly.

The lead wheel stopped abruptly three inches from his brow, and the black and white true energy formed a tangible barrier.

The lead wheel spun at high speed, violently rubbing against the true qi barrier and bursting out a string of dazzling sparks, but it couldn't advance an inch.

Two breaths later, the true energy barrier suddenly bulged outwards, and the lead wheel flew backwards at twice the speed it had come from.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King turned sideways and reached out to catch the lead wheel. The enormous recoil caused him to stagger back half a step, crushing a bluestone slab, and his right arm went slightly numb.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Huodu swallowed hard and shrank back in fear; Darba, on the other hand, gripped the golden pestle tightly and stood still, not daring to move.

Yang Guo's body slowly descended and lay flat on the remaining bed frame.

The black and white true energy surrounding him then receded into his body, and the suspended debris immediately fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

He was still unable to move, his face was as white as a sheet of paper, and even fine blood vessels were seeping from his seven orifices.

Yang Guo looked at the Golden Wheel Monk in the courtyard, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse and extremely slow voice, "Grand Preceptor, I will accept these three moves."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King held the lead wheel, his gaze shifting between light and shadow.

He could naturally see that Yang Guo was already at his limit, and that burst of true energy could not last. As long as he rushed in now, he could smash the boy's skull with one palm.

However, the moment he rushes in, the violent true energy within this kid's body will definitely explode completely, and even a grandmaster cannot withstand that kind of close-range mutual destruction.

Now that the masters of the Quanzhen Sect are crippled and the face of the Central Plains martial arts world has been trampled underfoot, the task assigned by the Great Khan has been half completed. It is really not worth risking death and destruction for a cripple.

Thinking of this, the Golden Wheel Monk put away the lead wheel and hung it on his back, put his hands together and said, "Master Yang, you have good skills. This old monk keeps his word and will stop here today."

After saying that, he turned to look at Huo Du and Darba and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The Mongol warriors changed formation and withdrew from the sect leader's courtyard in an orderly fashion.

Before leaving, Huo Du glared fiercely at Yang Guo, then quickly followed.

Only after the footsteps of the Mongols had completely disappeared into the back mountain did Huang Rong finally manage to walk to the bedside and reach out to check Yang Guo's pulse.

The moment Huang Rong's fingers touched Yang Guo's wrist, her expression changed drastically.

Yang Guo's meridians were completely empty; not even a trace of true energy could be detected. The earth-shattering black and white true energy from just now had vanished without a trace.

Not only that, his heartbeat also became extremely slow, only beating weakly once every half incense stick's time.

Xiaolongnu dropped the broken sword, staggered to the bedside, grabbed Yang Guo's right hand, and probed in with her extreme cold true energy.

"His dantian... is shattered." Xiaolongnu's voice trembled violently.