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

Such power is beyond the ability to neutralize with the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm alone.

At the critical moment, Guo Jing took a deep breath, and the Nine Yin Manual and the Quanzhen Sect's internal energy flowed through his body in an instant.

He bent his legs slightly and exerted heavy force from his waist and abdomen.

He thrust his palms forward with a sudden burst of deafening dragon roars from within his palms!

"Awooo..."

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Regrets!

A terrifying palm force, fierce and unparalleled, extremely yang and strong, suddenly appeared out of thin air, transforming into a golden wall of energy that was almost solidified, and crashed head-on into Yang Guo's world-destroying finger strike!

Rumble...

Two of the most extreme forces in the world collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a thunderous roar.

A violent shockwave swept outwards, causing the stone table in the center of the courtyard to tremble violently.

The wind ripped the fallen leaves into dust, sending them hurtling wildly in all directions, carrying with them a cloud of dust.

At the moment his fingertips collided with the wall of air, Yang Guo felt as if he had crashed into an unshakeable, towering mountain.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming and irresistible terrifying force surged back from his fingertips!

This immense force, with overwhelming power, instantly shattered his finger strength!

"Hmm!"

Yang Guo let out a muffled groan, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, and stumbled backward in a sorry state.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With each step he took back, a brick beneath his feet would shatter with a loud crash, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

He stumbled back seven steps before he could barely regain his balance.

At this moment, the blood and qi in his chest surged wildly, and a sweet taste rose in his throat, accompanied by a strong, metallic taste of blood.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and forced back the mouthful of blood that had reached his lips, but his face was already ashen.

On the other hand, Guo Jing remained firmly in place.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, but his figure did not sway in the slightest!

The disparity in strength is too great!

Seeing Yang Guo's pale face, Guo Jing's expression changed, and he immediately withdrew all his palm strikes.

He covered several meters in one step and instantly arrived in front of Yang Guo, his large, thick hand supporting Yang Guo's shoulder.

"Guo'er! How are you?"

Guo Jing's face was full of concern.

He extended his right hand and quickly placed two fingers on Yang Guo's wrist, the Cun Guan Chi.

A gentle, balanced stream of internal energy slowly entered Yang Guo's meridians, carefully calming his disordered blood and qi.

Yang Guo's body stiffened slightly, but he knew he couldn't give himself away at this moment, so he forced himself not to dodge.

He could only let Guo Jing's vast yet gentle internal energy circulate within his body.

After confirming that Yang Guo's meridians had not suffered any substantial damage, Guo Jing's tense expression relaxed slightly.

But then he frowned, and although his tone became stern, he still couldn't hide his deep concern:

"Guo'er, your move just now was far too murderous!"

"Tell your uncle honestly, was it because you were too greedy and reckless in your practice that your internal energy flowed backward, almost causing you to suffer a qi deviation?"

Guo Jing stared intently at Yang Guo's bloodless face, his eyes filled with lingering fear and worry.

"The way of martial arts emphasizes cultivating the mind and one must avoid being impatient for quick success."

"You are exceptionally intelligent and progress rapidly, but precisely because of this, you are most susceptible to inner demons and losing your true nature!"

"Listen to your uncle, and never again force yourself to use such harmful and destructive techniques, understand?"

Upon hearing these words, Yang Guo's lowered eyelids trembled slightly.

The concern and affection in Guo Jing's eyes were genuine; it was the purest and most unreserved love an elder could have for a younger generation.

Even his own almost murderous, all-out attack just now.

In Guo Jing's view, it was merely because he had made a mistake in his training, which led to his mental instability.

For a moment, Yang Guo felt a mix of emotions.

He considers himself a time traveler, possessing a heaven-defying system and numerous opportunities.

He commanded the wind and rain in Zhongnan Mountain, subdued the Little Dragon Girl, and tamed the Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou.

He even secretly took advantage of the great hero's wife.

He thought he was already able to manipulate the world of martial arts and control all the heroes and villains.

But today's battle was like a heavy iron hammer that slammed down on his head!

This is a real, brutal world of martial arts!

Faced with absolute strength, his self-righteous schemes and underhanded methods were nothing but a huge joke in front of Guo Jing, a peerless master who had experienced countless battles!

If Guo Jing hadn't managed to withdraw thirty percent of his palm strike at the last moment...

The terrifying force of the recoil alone was enough to sever his heart meridian in an instant, killing him on the spot!

"Uncle Guo...I'm alright."

Yang Guo's voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly withdrew his wrist, feeling somewhat powerless.

"Just now... it was indeed because I was too eager to prove myself in front of you, Uncle, that I became greedy and reckless, and that's why I couldn't control my internal energy."

Guo Jing looked at him like this, gently patted his shoulder, and sighed deeply.

"Well, it's good that you understand this principle."

"Go and rest. Go back to your room and properly regulate your internal energy. Don't leave any hidden ailments."

Huang Rong sat by the stone table, watching Yang Guo's lonely figure.

She saw it clearly just now; Yang Guo's finger was clearly aimed at Guo Jing's vital point.

She was filled with lingering fear. She was afraid that Yang Guo might accidentally kill Guo Jing, and she was also afraid that Guo Jing might hurt Yang Guo. She would feel bad if either of them got hurt.

Sometimes she felt quite pathetic, like a wealthy wife who had cheated on her husband with a younger man, but she didn't dare tell him.

But she couldn't show it; she could only silently pick up her teacup to conceal her emotions.

Yang Guo turned and walked out of the main courtyard.

He did not return to the west wing, but walked straight out of the main gate of the Marshal's Mansion.

He led over a horse and mounted it.

Yang Guo spurred his horse and galloped towards the outskirts of Xiangyang City.

The cold wind blowing on his face made him more awake.

He needs to vent, and he needs to re-examine himself.

strength.

He must improve his strength as soon as possible.

Only by mastering the Nine Yin Manual and the One-Finger Divine Skill to the highest level will he be qualified to stand beside Huang Rong and rightfully take her away.

As Yang Guo rode on horseback, the scene of his palm strike with Guo Jing kept replaying in his mind.

The palm strike of the Dragon's Regret was incredibly powerful, directly shattering his fifth-grade One Yang Finger.

It's not that the One-Finger Divine Skill is ineffective, it's that his level of mastery is insufficient.

Wang Chongyang's last words, written on the stone tablet in the ancient tomb, are very clear.

After mastering the One-Finger Divine Skill to the fourth rank, you can seek opportunities at the Duan family in Dali.

The fourth rank is the threshold for internal energy to transform into invisible sword energy.

Once he breaks through to the fourth rank, he will be able to master a killing move even more terrifying than the One-Finger Divine Skill.

When you reach that level, your finger strength transforms into sword energy, allowing you to kill people in mid-air.

No matter how powerful Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were, they couldn't stop the invisible and formless sword energy.

Yang Guo gripped the reins tightly, his eyes hardening.

Dali.

Once Wushuang's affairs are settled, we must go to Dali.

The streets of Xiangyang were bustling with people.

Street vendors sell breakfast, with steaming hot buns and fragrant spicy soup.

The patrolling Song soldiers marched past in orderly steps.

The people's faces were full of satisfaction from living in peace and contentment, and everyone gave Guo Jing a thumbs up when he was mentioned.

Yang Guo watched all this with mixed feelings.

Guo Jing is the guardian of this city and a great hero in everyone's eyes.

Yang Guo, on the other hand, was merely a scheming man who rose to power through manipulation and women.

He wants a lot.

Power, women, the world.

But he now realizes that he has very few chips in his hand.

He must become stronger.

He was so powerful that he didn't need to use any schemes or tricks to keep Huang Rong by his side openly and honestly.

He was so strong that Guo Jing willingly admitted defeat.

The warhorse neighed, and Yang Guo raised his whip and spurred his horse into a gallop.