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

Yang Guo placed his hand on the black iron heavy sword.

The Nine Yin Manual energy surged into the sword.

The sword intent, which had been dormant for nearly a hundred years, was drawn in by the true energy and surged back into his meridians along his arm.

Two forces collided violently within his body.

Wang Chongyang's sword intent emphasized rules and regulations, while Dugu Qiubai's sword intent only emphasized brute force.

Neither of them would give way, and they stirred up Yang Guo's qi and blood into a complete mess.

He clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

My temples are throbbing.

If you get through this, you'll be completely transformed.

If you can't get through it, your meridians will be severed.

Cheng Ying was the first to sense that something was wrong.

The sound of snakes wriggling and rubbing against each other outside the cave never stopped; hundreds of snakes were huddled together, bubbling and gurgling like they were cooking porridge.

But just now, the sound disappeared completely without anyone knowing when.

Cheng Ying whispered, "Wushuang."

Lu Wushuang stopped shaving the bamboo skewers: "What's wrong?"

"The snake has stopped moving."

Lu Wushuang listened intently for a couple of breaths, and sure enough, there was no sound outside the cave.

Hundreds of snakes fell silent.

Before she could even ask the question, the soles of her feet suddenly started to go numb.

The ground is shaking.

The trembling was very rhythmic, coming from deep within the stone wall, as if some enormous creature was moving its body.

Cheng Ying grabbed Lu Wushuang's wrist and pulled her two steps toward Yang Guo.

The two stood back to back, looking warily in different directions.

The stone chamber began to feel stuffy, and a wave of heat pressed down from above.

What followed was a strong, fishy stench, more than ten times stronger than that of the snake's nest outside.

It came down from above.

Lu Wushuang quickly covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve: "Up there!"

Cheng Ying looked up.

The crack in the sky, through which a sliver of light pierced through, was narrowing.

Starting from the edge, it is being covered little by little by something.

The stone chamber darkened.

After all the snakes fell silent, only one sound remained in the cave.

hiss... hiss...

The sound was slow and deep, coming in one beat after another.

With each breath, a foul wind would press down a bit through the crack, causing the torch flames to veer and turn from red to blue.

Yang Guo couldn't open his eyes; the two sword intents within his body were churning his internal organs into a jumbled mess.

But his senses were still there; the pressure from the thing above his head was so heavy that his back almost bent over.

He cursed inwardly: "Damn, this is the perfect time."

Cheng Ying spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't look up."

But Lu Wushuang had already raised her head.

Beside the crack, lay a giant snake as thick as a water bucket.

Its body filled the entire crevice, and its palm-sized scales shone with a dark gold hue.

A huge snake head emerged upside down from the crack, with a dark red bone spur growing from the center of its head.

A red tongue, longer than a human arm, was spat out of its mouth, its forked tip trembling slightly in the air, as if savoring the taste of the living creature below.

The dagger in Lu Wushuang's hand clattered to the ground.

Her hands and feet froze, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Back then, when Li Mochou whipped her with her whisk, she didn't utter a sound, but now her body was completely out of her control.

This is like a grasshopper seeing an eagle, a fear stemming from the depths of its blood, something it can't help.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Those yellow, vertical pupils turned around.

The Bodhi Serpent King tilted its head, its two eyelidless eyes fixed on the three people below.

Its pupils held no emotion, neither ferocity nor hunger, only pure indifference, showing no regard for them whatsoever.

Cheng Ying took a step back, her back pressed against Lu Wushuang's shoulder, her right hand gripping the jade flute tightly, her knuckles already deathly white.

The snake king flicked its tongue again, its pointed tip almost reaching halfway up the stone chamber.

A rustling sound came from the stone walls on both sides.

Bodhi Serpent King.

This thing has lived for who knows how many years, and its size is outrageously large.

Yang Guo's mind raced with thoughts.

He hadn't yet grasped the essence of swordsmanship, and he was also carrying two girls behind him. The place was narrow, so a head-on confrontation was the worst option.

The only way out was through a narrow crack in the stone door, about a foot wide.

In the blink of an eye, the snake king slid down and pounced through the crack!

A fierce wind is pressing down on me!

"Back off!"

Yang Guo shouted and shoved Lu Wushuang aside.

There's no other choice!

He gripped the hilt of the black iron heavy sword with both hands, roared, and swung the seventy or eighty-pound bladeless iron sword with all his might, smashing it hard towards the snake king's head!

The heavy sword collided with the snake's head with a deafening roar.

The deafening clang of metal striking metal was so loud it hurt your eardrums!

Yang Guo's arms went numb, and his tiger's mouth split open instantly, with blood gushing down the sword hilt.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

The force of the blow left both of his arms numb, buzzing from his fingertips to his shoulder blades, almost completely deprived of sensation.

The snake king's head was knocked to the side by the impact and crashed heavily onto the stone platform next to it.

The stone platform where the Purple Rose Soft Sword was placed was smashed to pieces on the spot.

The snake king shook its head, seemingly unaffected.

With a flick of its massive tail, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, it swept horizontally toward Yang Guo's waist!

Yang Guo quickly raised his heavy sword to block at his side.

A tremendous force struck him, and he staggered back five steps before his back slammed heavily against the stone door.

The five claw marks that had just scabbed over burst open again, and blood instantly soaked through the Taoist robe.

He understood.

The snake king's skin and flesh were as tough as gold and iron, and its strength was boundless, no less than that ugly eagle.

The stone chamber was too small; if they continued fighting, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying would be reduced to ashes.

I can't beat him.

Yang Guo made a quick decision: saving his life was the priority! The things in the Sword Tomb couldn't be stolen; he could retrieve them later.

With a clang, he threw the black iron heavy sword to the ground.

"Walk!"

Yang Guo suddenly turned around, put his left arm around Lu Wushuang's waist, and slipped his right hand under Cheng Ying's legs, lifting the two of them up in his arms.

Lu Wushuang exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Yang Guo's neck.

She pressed her entire body against Yang Guo's chest, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

The moment she put her arms around him, she felt much more at ease, her nostrils filled with the smell of Yang Guo's sweat and blood.

She was very familiar with this smell; she had smelled it many times when she was in Zhongnan Mountain, and every time she smelled it, she knew she was safe.

Cheng Ying was then carried on his right shoulder.

She was upside down, her light green long dress already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her exquisite curves.

She wanted to struggle, but the thought of those yellow vertical pupils so close to her instantly extinguished it.

Behind them, the snake king opened its blood-red maw and lunged at them.

Yang Guo exerted force with his feet, using his serpentine and acrobatic movements to force his way through the one-foot-wide crack in the door with the two of them.

The door gap is too narrow.

Yang Guo could only squeeze in sideways.

Lu Wushuang's back rubbed against the rough stone door.

Cheng Ying's chest brushed against the other side of the door frame, the rough stone wall causing her to let out a suppressed groan.

The thin, soaked shirt offered no protection whatsoever; the rough pebbles rolled directly over the most sensitive flesh on her chest, causing her eyes to sting and her toes to curl up in pain.

Finally, the three of them managed to squeeze out of the door.

The serpent king's enormous body followed closely behind, crashing heavily against the stone gate with a deafening roar.

Its body was too thick, and it was stuck in the door crack, unable to get out, so it could only writhe wildly inside.

"It's stuck!" Lu Wushuang shouted, leaning on Yang Guo's shoulder.

"It will take a detour!"

Yang Guo kept running, carrying the two of them as they ran back the way they came.

The underground passages are intricate and complex; the Snake King must know of other exits.

After carrying Cheng Ying for a while, Yang Guo felt his center of gravity become unstable.

Cheng Ying had most of his body hanging behind him, swaying left and right, which seriously affected his speed.

If I keep running like this, I'm afraid I'll be exhausted before I even get out of the cave.

With a thought, he twisted his arm and took Cheng Ying off his shoulder, pulling her in front of him.

The passageway was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

And so, Yang Guo supported Lu Wushuang's buttocks with his left hand and Cheng Ying's buttocks with his right hand.

Two pretty girls nestled face-to-face in his arms.