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

Huang Rong's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He heard Yang Guo's unrestrained telepathic communication in his ear, filled with foul and obscene words.

In an instant, an alluring blush spread from her cheeks all the way to the base of her neck.

The rules of Peach Blossom Island and the authority of the Beggar Clan leader seemed to be nothing but decorations in front of this little devil.

She was filled with shame and anger, and wanted nothing more than to immediately hurl insults at him.

However, with Guo Jing present, she could only bite her lower lip tightly and forcefully suppress the anger in her heart.

"Snap!"

She slammed the teacup heavily onto the stone table.

A few drops of refreshing tea splashed out and landed weakly on the cold blue bricks.

At this moment, Guo Jing was completely focused on the sparring match in front of him and did not notice his wife's unusual behavior.

His eyes were fixed on Yang Guo's movements, and his palm strike changed again.

The Falling Petal Divine Sword Palm is a unique skill of Peach Blossom Island, emphasizing five illusions and one reality, with the palm wind as dense and endless as falling leaves in a whirlwind.

Although Guo Jing only used 70% of his strength, his decades of refined internal energy had already reached a state of perfection.

As he exhaled and exhaled with his palm, the airflow throughout the entire courtyard seemed to be drawn towards him.

Within a radius of several feet, an invisible force field of qi was faintly formed.

Such terrifying methods of sealing off one's vital energy are impossible for anyone without extremely profound internal strength to execute.

Yang Guo, who was in the center of the Qi field, suddenly felt a tightness all over his body, and even his breathing became a little difficult.

He snorted inwardly and immediately began to circulate the Nine Yin True Qi within his body.

Two completely different streams of true energy converged wildly in the dantian, transforming into extremely pure qi that rapidly traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

He used the serpentine, flipping technique, his body twisting in the air at several unbelievable and bizarre angles.

With his amazing agility, he managed to find a sliver of hope amidst the barrage of palm strikes and glided past them with ease.

Such an intense life-or-death confrontation would have left others in a state of panic.

However, relying on his two lifetimes and his mental strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, Yang Guo managed to forcibly separate a wisp of his mind during the fierce battle.

He condensed the Nine Yin Manual into an extremely thin line, which pierced through Guo Jing's palm strike and went straight for Huang Rong's eardrum.

"Chief Huang, the peach blossom pastries you made are certainly delicious, but they can't compare to even a fraction of the sweetness of the rouge on your lips."

"You left in such a hurry last night, were you afraid that if you stayed any longer, you wouldn't want to leave my arms?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's full chest heaved violently.

She felt an inexplicable fire rush to her head, burning her whole body.

The internal energy cultivation of the Peach Blossom Island lineage emphasizes tranquility and detachment from desires. Now, with Yang Guo's unrestrained provocation, the true energy within her dantian is subtly disordered.

She stared intently at the young figure moving with ease in the courtyard, her teeth clenched inwardly.

"Yang Guo! Shut up!"

"Focus on sparring with your Uncle Guo!"

Huang Rong could not hold back any longer. She secretly gathered her Nine Yin Manual and gritted her teeth as she echoed her curses.

Hearing Huang Rong's reply, Yang Guo's smile deepened, but a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"Chief Huang, in the end you still can't bear to neglect me."

"Uncle Guo is naturally very pleased with your dignified and virtuous appearance now."

"I'm just curious, what would he think if he knew how docile and obedient you are in front of me in private?"

Just then, Guo Jing keenly noticed that Yang Guo's move faltered slightly, revealing an extremely subtle flaw in the circulation of his inner energy.

He immediately shouted in a deep voice:

"Guo'er, don't get distracted!"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Jing's palm technique suddenly changed.

The sky was filled with overlapping emerald green palm shadows, intertwining reality and illusion, within which lay an immense and powerful internal force, as solid as a mountain.

The overwhelming palm strike, like Mount Tai pressing down, suddenly enveloped Yang Guo's major acupoints.

Yang Guo was startled and quickly composed himself.

He repeatedly pointed with his right hand, unleashing the Chongyang Sword Intent to its fullest extent.

The sharp, piercing energy surged wildly, striking Guo Jing's wrist repeatedly at vital acupoints such as Quchi and Neiguan, attempting to intercept the surging palm force.

The two fought with lightning speed.

A violent gust of wind swept up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, turning them into a miniature whirlwind that completely enveloped the two figures.

However, after exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, Yang Guo's expression gradually became serious.

Guo Jing's internal energy was like a vast ocean, boundless and limitless, and his body's defense was seamless and flawless.

Although he had the Nine-Turn Reversal Pill as a foundation and possessed sixteen years of pure internal energy.

However, faced with this absolute suppression of power, he felt a faint stinging sensation in his meridians.

Yang Guo's forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing began to become heavy.

While the Chongyang Sword Technique was exquisite, it was utterly unable to shake Guo Jing's rock-solid protective inner energy.

He clenched his teeth and his innate vital energy bead began to circulate wildly within his body.

Using the recoil from the clash, he pointed two fingers into the air, pulled himself back several steps, and increased the distance between them.

Looking at Guo Jing, who was calm and composed with no redness in his face or panting, Yang Guo felt a surge of violent anger rising in his heart.

He has grand ambitions!

The magnificent city of Xiangyang, the supreme position of the martial arts alliance leader, and the elegant young woman Huang Rong sitting gracefully by the stone table...

These should have been stepping stones and resources on his path of cultivation!

But as long as Guo Jing, this mountain, stands in his way, he can only hide in the shadows forever, becoming a thief who cannot see the light of day!

The image of Huang Rong in his arms last night, so soft and fragrant, so at his beck and call, is still vivid in his mind.

But in the blink of an eye, she had to fulfill her duties as a wife to Guo Jing.

This contrast caused a glint of murderous intent to flash deep within Yang Guo's eyes.

"What if we could take advantage of this sparring opportunity... and kill him on the spot with swift and decisive action?"

Once this crazy idea surfaced in my mind, it grew like a poisonous weed that could no longer be contained.

The path of cultivation is inherently about defying fate and fighting against destiny, a world where the strong prey on the weak!

Once Guo Jing dies, he can rightfully take over all of Guo Jing's resources, including his wife!

Yang Guo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body, and a gentle and humble smile reappeared on his face.

"Uncle Guo's words of advice are wise; I have learned my lesson."

"However, I still have one last trump card up my sleeve, and I would like to ask my uncle for some pointers."

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.

He stood firmly on the ground, his figure as deep and imposing as a mountain, profound and unfathomable.

"Alright! Go ahead and use it!"

"Let your uncle see just how capable you really are!"

Yang Guo slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, the pure internal energy that had been dormant within him for sixteen years surged out like a flood bursting its banks, rushing wildly through the meridians of his right arm!

He brought his right index and middle fingers together, pushing the mantra of One-Finger Divine Skill to its limit.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

A dazzling golden aura flickered on his fingertips, emitting a piercing, sharp sound.

This is no ordinary One Finger Divine Power!

Instead, he forcibly extracted the innate primordial energy from his dantian and combined it with the pure yang killing move of the Nine Yin True Qi and the peak fifth-grade One Yang Finger!

"Bang!"

Yang Guo suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the hard blue bricks shattered inch by inch in an instant.

His figure transformed into an afterimage that was difficult to see with the naked eye. His sword finger, imbued with terrifying heat and carrying a scorching wave of air, went straight for Guo Jing's vital point in the chest!

He went all out in this attack!

The extremely concentrated pure Yang finger force even ignited the surrounding air, tearing a dazzling white streak in the void and emitting a piercing sonic boom!

Guo Jing was astonished to see the golden aura shooting towards him.

He had sparred and discussed martial arts with Master Yideng many times, so he naturally recognized the origin of the One-Finger Divine Skill at a glance.

But he never expected that Yang Guo, at such a young age, would be able to cultivate this unique skill of the Dali Duan family to such a terrifying level!

What terrified him even more was that the piercing finger force was actually mixed with an extremely resolute and ruthless killing intent!