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

Yang Guo squatted in the pit, the fire in his stomach burning brighter and brighter.

After consuming seven Bodhi snake gallbladders, the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual was surging wildly through his meridians.

He has not only regained all his strength, but also has a burning desire burning in his lower abdomen.

This snake gall is very nourishing, so much so that it made his mouth dry.

The commotion outside has changed.

Yang Guo peeked out.

The Divine Eagle is dying.

The snake king's body, as thick as a water bucket, wrapped tightly around the eagle's neck, tightening its grip more and more.

The eagle's two bare wings flapped wildly on the ground, creating several large craters, but it still couldn't shake off the giant snake clinging to its body.

The snake king opened its blood-red maw, its venomous fangs already aimed at the eagle's eyes.

The Divine Eagle rolled its eyes and let out a hoarse cry like a broken bellows.

"This stupid bird is going to die."

Yang Guo wiped the snake blood from the corner of his mouth.

Logically speaking, since that hairy beast had been chasing and pecking at him that morning, he should have wanted it dead.

But the situation is different now. If the Divine Eagle dies, the Snake King will turn around and deal with him first.

Besides, with snake gallbladders covering the mountains and fields, we need this big bird to keep things in check.

He also needs to take the heavy black iron sword from the sword tomb.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Yang Guo cursed under his breath and stood up from the pit.

He now possesses abundant internal energy, sixteen years of refined internal energy, plus the heat generated by the snake gall just now, causing his dantian to swell.

He needed to vent.

Yang Guo stomped heavily on the stone slab with his toes.

The bluestone slab shattered, and he was sent flying.

Without a heavy sword, he used the Golden Goose Skill of the Quanzhen Sect, which made him extremely fast.

"You big serpent, you really think I'm easy to bully!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly.

Hearing the sound, the Snake King glared at him with his triangular eyes, but his body remained tightly wrapped around the Divine Eagle, refusing to loosen his grip.

It didn't take this two-legged sheep seriously.

Yang Guo rushed three steps away, bringing his right middle and index fingers together.

The red and black innate primordial energy bead inside his body spun wildly, and all the pure yang true energy surged to his fingertips.

The golden aura of the Fifth Grade One Yang Finger emanated from its fingertip, reaching a length of three feet, so intense it hurt the eyes.

The dark gold scales on the snake king's body were extremely hard; even Yang Guo couldn't break them with his heavy sword.

But now, the Divine Eagle has just pecked off a large patch of scales from the snake king's lower inch, revealing bright red flesh.

That's the flaw!

Without pausing, Yang Guo used the momentum of his forward charge to strike the unprotected flesh with his One-Finger Divine Skill.

With a soft "pfft!"

The golden finger pierced straight through the snake king's flesh, penetrating a full half-foot deep.

The pure Yang energy exploded within the snake king's body, scalding the snake flesh and sending up a sizzling sound, while a burnt smell filled the air.

The snake king let out an extremely shrill hiss.

It was in so much pain that its body, which was wrapped around the eagle's neck, uncontrollably loosened.

The enormous snake tail lashed wildly at the ground, smashing the nearby rocks to pieces.

Yang Guo succeeded in one move and then retreated.

He wasn't going to fight this mad beast head-on.

The eagle seized the opportunity and gasped for breath.

Enraged, it aimed its iron beak at the wound on the snake king's body, which had just been punctured by the One-Finger Divine Skill, and pecked it fiercely.

With that one bite, a large chunk of meat was torn off, along with half of the intestines.

The snake king could no longer hold on.

A flicker of fear flashed in its yellowish-brown vertical pupils. It glared venomously at Yang Guo, then abruptly turned its head, dragging its bloodied body, and fled into the depths of the dense forest without looking back.

The beast fled at incredible speed, crushing through the weeds in its path and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

When the leader of the snakes saw that it had run away, the other snakes scattered and fled, disappearing into the crevices of the rocks.

On the rocky hill, only Shen Gui and Yang Guo remained.

The Divine Eagle was covered in blood, some of its own and some of the Snake King's.

It stood on one leg, panting heavily, all the feathers on its neck gone, leaving a deep purple mark.

Its flat head turned and looked at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo cautiously took two steps back, a wisp of One-Finger Divine Skill still clenched between his fingers.

"You idiot, I just saved your life, don't you dare repay kindness with enmity."

Yang Guo said loudly.

The eagle neither cried out nor pounced.

It stared at Yang Guo for a while, making a low gurgling sound in its throat, then turned around and limped to a large rock next to it, where it lay down.

It buried its head under its wing and began to lick its wounds.

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief.

This big bird has accepted this favor.

He dispersed the true energy from his fingertips and turned to walk towards the woods.

The two women are still over there, and we don't know how they are doing.

They hadn't gone far when they saw Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying peeking out from behind a large rock.

The two looked extremely disheveled.

Lu Wushuang's outer garment was torn in several places, and mud and sweat clung to her body.

Although her left leg has healed, she ran too fast and can't stand steadily now, so she can only hold onto the stones.

Cheng Ying's situation was even worse than hers.

Her light green dress was so worn that its original color was no longer visible, and the neckline was torn in half.

Just now, Yang Guo had him wrapped around her waist in the cave, and the fabric around her thighs was soaked with body heat and sweat.

Now, under the sun, that thin inner garment clung tightly to her body, outlining her voluptuous figure in every detail.

What's worse, Yang Guo had just channeled pure Yang energy into her to suppress the mark within her body.

Now that Yang Guo was not by her side, that true energy was running rampant in her body, pulling and tugging at the mark of the Qiankun Technique.

Cheng Ying leaned against the rock, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip, her face flushed an unnatural red, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, trying to hide the two mounds of soft flesh that were taut by her wet clothes.

"My lord!"

When Lu Wushuang saw Yang Guo, her eyes reddened, and she rushed over to him.

She crashed into Yang Guo's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

"I thought you'd been eaten by that worm!"

Lu Wushuang's voice trembled with tears as she clutched Yang Guo's tattered Taoist robe, refusing to let go.

Yang Guo reached out and patted her buttocks twice; they felt soft and bouncy.

"Your husband is very lucky; I'm not going to die so easily."

Yang Guo grinned, but his eyes went past Lu Wushuang's shoulder and stared straight at Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.

His gaze was so direct, sweeping down her open neckline and landing on her two tightly pressed thighs.

"What are you looking at!"

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth in anger, but her voice was soft and weak, lacking any real strength.

She didn't even have the strength to stand up straight; waves of heat surged through her body.

She knew it was the mark at work; whenever Yang Guo got close, her body would uncontrollably want to press itself against him.

"Because you're good-looking."

Yang Guo pushed Lu Wushuang aside and walked up to Cheng Ying.

He's currently burning with the rage of snake gall, and he's worried about where to vent it.

He looked Cheng Ying up and down, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"It was too dark in the cave to see clearly just now, but now that the sun is shining, it seems the food on Peach Blossom Island is really good."

Yang Guo's gaze lingered on her chest.

Cheng Ying was filled with shame and indignation. She tried to back away, but her back was already pressed against the rock.

"You scoundrel! Get away from me!"

Cheng Ying reached out to push him, but Yang Guo grabbed her wrist.

Yang Guo's hands were very hot.

The medicinal effects of the snake gall caused his body temperature to be much higher than usual.

The pure yang heat traveled along Cheng Ying's wrist, directly igniting the mark within her body.

Cheng Ying let out a soft moan, her legs went completely limp, and she slid down the rock.

Yang Guo reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his arms.

Cheng Ying's chest slammed heavily against Yang Guo's muscular chest, the two of them pressed tightly together.

Her soaked undergarment offered virtually no protection; Yang Guo could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity of those two soft mounds of flesh.

"Let me go!"

Cheng Ying struggled, but the force she exerted on Yang Guo was no different from her coquettishness.

Her cheek was pressed against Yang Guo's neck, her breathing rapid, and her hot breath sprayed all over Yang Guo's skin.

"Let you go? If I let you go, you'll just sit in the mud."

Yang Guo looked down at her, his mischievous smile undisguised.

"Just now in the cave, you had your legs wrapped around my waist, why didn't you tell me to let go then?"

Cheng Ying's mind went blank, and a sense of shame almost overwhelmed her.

"Shut up!"

Cheng Ying was on the verge of tears.

This man is a devil; he always picks the most hurtful words to hurt her, yet her body reacts so strongly to him.

Yang Guo didn't stop talking; instead, he brought his face close to her ear.

"Are your clothes still wet? Did you sweat from running around?"

Yang Guo lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear it.