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

Shen Buyan stood on the high rock face.

His cheeks bulged high, and he played a strange, intermittent tune on a white bone flute held in his mouth.

The sound was sharp and piercing, drilling straight into people's ears.

The water in the cold pool churned violently, splashing everywhere.

Hearing the commotion, the severely injured Bosqu Snake King completely ignored the old, bleeding wound on its abdomen.

Its crimson eyes were fixed on Yang Guo.

Its massive body sprang up from the water's surface, breaking through the curtain of water and leaping into the air.

Its massive body, as thick as a water bucket, carried a strong, fishy stench.

Yang Guo gripped the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly with both hands, steadied himself on the stone slab, and charged forward.

He did not back down an inch.

The red and black primordial energy beads inside the dantian spun wildly.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique was poured into his arms without reservation.

"Perfect timing! I was just looking for a place to practice!"

The heavy sword swept out horizontally, smashing fiercely towards the snake king's head.

A dull thud resounded.

The snake king's head was knocked to the side, but its massive body coiled around it.

The immense force instantly locked down the space around Yang Guo.

The snake's tail whistled and whipped straight at Yang Guo's lower body.

Yang Guo bent his knees slightly.

He held the heavy iron sword down, forcefully blocking the tail-whip attack.

The deafening impact echoed through the valley.

The stone slab beneath Yang Guo's feet shattered inch by inch, and his feet sank into the mud.

When the snake king saw that its tail-flicking was ineffective, it suddenly opened its blood-red maw.

A stream of green venom sprayed directly into Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo flipped his wrist.

The broad, black iron sword was held horizontally in front of him, serving as a shield.

The venom splattered on the sword's spine, making a sizzling, corrosive sound, but it couldn't harm Yang Guo in the slightest.

Beneath the wings of the enormous eagle in the distance.

Lu Wushuang was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

She watched as Yang Guo fought desperately against the giant snake ahead, while also having to guard against the old poisoner playing the flute high above.

She gripped the willow-leaf dagger tightly in her fair hand.

"Cousin, our husband has to deal with two people by himself. We can't just stand here and watch, can we?"

Lu Wushuang tugged at Cheng Ying's sleeve, her voice filled with anxiety.

Cheng Ying leaned against the stone wall.

Her breathing was still a little rapid, but her eyes had completely regained their clarity.

She looked up at Shen Buyan on the rock wall, carefully observing his position and movements.

"That old thief didn't dare to come down because he was afraid of Brother Yang's heavy sword."

Cheng speaks English extremely fast.

She reached down and tore two strips of cloth from the hem of her Taoist robe.

"He relied entirely on this poisonous sound and hidden weapons to keep the enemy at bay."

"Wushuang, your lightness skill is excellent."

"Wet a strip of cloth with water, stuff it into the ear, and completely block out hearing."

Cheng Ying quickly drew a route on the ground.

"Go around the bushes on the left, climb up the rock wall, and touch his side."

"Don't get close. Just use your throwing knife to interrupt him playing the flute."

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up.

She took the strip of cloth, dipped it in the wet mud from the ground, and stuffed it tightly into her ears.

The surrounding sounds were immediately shut out.

Carrying a willow-leaf dagger, she crouched low and began to perform the Snake-like Leaping Technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

A mountain breeze blows, and the shadows of the trees sway gently.

Lu Wushuang forced herself to suppress her fear of the poison.

She kept her body close to the ground, using the cover of night and bushes to silently make her way towards the rock wall.

Her left leg was originally disabled, but Yang Guo healed it with his internal energy, making her run with incredible lightness.

The edge of the cold pool ahead.

Stimulated by the flute music, the snake king went completely mad.

Its tail lashed against the stone surface again and again, sending pebbles flying everywhere.

The gaping maw kept biting at Yang Guo's vitals, its pale white fangs gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Yang Guo wielded his heavy sword, blocking and slashing left and right.

The heavy sword was not sharpened; it relied entirely on its terrifying weight and internal energy to injure the enemy.

The snake king's scales were exceptionally hard; even after being hit several times, only a few scales would fall off.

Its thick body had already compressed Yang Guo's living space to the limit.

Shen Buyan stood on the rock wall.

As he played his flute, he seized every opportunity to launch into a sarcastic remark:

"Kid, what good is strength if you're strong?"

"This snake king has thick skin and tough flesh; you can't kill it by cutting it down, but it can drain your internal energy!"

"Hand over those two women obediently, and I might leave you a decent corpse!"

As Yang Guo parried the snake king's charge, he looked up and cursed back:

"Old man, what kind of skill is it to hide up there and play support?"

"Come down here and face me head-on if you dare!"

"Hiding under the tower and launching sneak attacks? Your skills aren't even good enough for a Bronze-level game!"

"I'm going to shove that damn tube of yours down your throat today!"

Shen Buyan let out a cold laugh:

"Stubborn to the end!"

He brought the bone flute to his lips again.

He prepared to unleash the strongest wave of energy to drive the Snake King to strangle Yang Guo.

Just as he was about to play the bone flute.

A figure suddenly darted out from a crevice in the rock wall to the side and behind.

Lu Wushuang pushed off the stone wall with both feet, and her whole body was lifted into the air.

She flicked her wrist, and the willow-leaf scimitar flew out of her hand.

The cold blade sliced ​​through the night, heading straight for Shen Buyan's head.

Shen Buyan has spent many years mingling in the martial arts world and is extremely vigilant.

A sudden gust of wind rose behind him, startling him so much that his scalp tingled, and he had no choice but to abruptly stop playing.

He rolled to the side in a disheveled manner, narrowly avoiding the knife.

The willow-leaf-shaped scimitar slammed into the rock face, sending sparks flying.

The flute music stopped abruptly.

The snake king below, which was preparing to launch a fatal strangulation attack, froze on the spot.

The crimson in its eyes faded slightly, and its frenzied state paused for a very short time.

In a battle between masters, even a pause of just half a breath is enough to determine life or death.

How could Yang Guo let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"Get down on your knees, bro!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly.

He bent his knees slightly and launched himself into the air like a cannonball.

He gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly with both hands and raised the sword high above his head.

Inside the dantian, the red and black primordial energy beads shone brightly.

All the true energy gathered in his arms.

The heavy sword, carrying a terrifying, overwhelming force, smashed directly into the serpent king's gaping maw.

The extremely crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the night sky.

The broad tip of the greatsword struck the serpent king's jawbone with perfect accuracy.

The terrifying force instantly smashed the snake king's jaw to pieces.

The snake king let out a mournful cry.

Its massive body crashed heavily to the ground, twisting and thrashing wildly, whipping everything around it.

But it could no longer pose any threat to Yang Guo.

After defeating the Snake King, Yang Guo did not stop for a moment.

He landed on his feet and immediately looked up at the rock face above.

Shen Buyan had just dodged Lu Wushuang's flying knife and hadn't even had time to regain his footing.

Yang Guo suddenly stretched his right arm backward, unleashing a burst of power from his waist and abdomen.

"Get out of here!"

He actually used the heavy iron sword, weighing dozens of kilograms, as a hidden weapon and threw it directly!

The greatsword spun rapidly in the air, emitting a deafening whistling sound, heading straight for Shen Buyan.

The speed was incredibly fast!

As the black iron plate grew larger in his field of vision, Shen Buyan was terrified.

He tried to dodge, but his legs couldn't keep up with his brain's reaction speed.

In this critical moment, he could only raise the bone flute in his hand in an attempt to defend himself.

The heavy iron sword slammed down on the bone flute.

That evil artifact, made from human bones and venom for many years, couldn't even last half a breath before shattering into powder on the spot.

The heavy sword, still powerful, slammed solidly into Shen Buyan's chest.

Shen Buyan let out a scream.

He fell directly off the rock face, tumbled several times in the air, and crashed heavily into the pile of rocks beside the cold pool.

He was spitting out blood, and most of his sternum was already shattered.

Yang Guo strode forward.

He stomped on Shen Buyan's face, grinding his boot so hard that the man's face was completely deformed.

"Old man, weren't you yelling quite loudly just now?"

Yang Guo looked down at him.

"A descendant of White Camel Mountain?"

"The Thousand-Handed Butcher?"

Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Can you please stop bringing bad luck to White Camel Mountain?"

"Let me tell you the truth, the true successor of White Camel Mountain is right in front of you!"

"Ouyang Feng is my godfather!"

"You imposter, you dare to show off in front of me?"

Shen Buyan's face was being stepped on, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with terror.

He never imagined that this young man with astonishing strength would actually be the adopted son of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison!

His survival instinct drove him to make a final struggle.

Shen Buyan secretly slipped a black needle coated with deadly poison from his right sleeve, intending to pierce Yang Guo's calf.

Yang Guo was quick-witted and agile.

He kicked out with his toe, striking Shen Buyan's right wrist directly.

A piercing sound of bone cracking rang out, and the poisoned needle fell limply to the ground.

"Still dare to play dirty tricks?"

Yang Guo snorted coldly.

"You dare to lay a finger on my woman? You think you can keep your life?"

Yang Guo raised his right foot, channeled all the Nine Yin Manual energy within his body, and stomped hard on Shen Buyan's lower abdomen, dantian.

Shen Buyan let out a shrill scream, curling up like a boiled shrimp.

His decades of painstaking cultivation of poisonous internal energy were completely crippled by Yang Guo's kick.

His meridians were completely severed, rendering him a complete cripple.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang jumped down from the rock wall.

Cheng Ying also walked over quickly.

The two women looked at the horrific scene on the ground and both let out a long sigh of relief.

Lu Wushuang pulled the muddy cloth strip out of her ear and ran happily to Yang Guo's side.

"My husband, you're amazing!"

Lu Wushuang's eyes were filled with stars, and her gaze towards Yang Guo was full of admiration.

"That's right, when has my brother ever messed up?"

Yang Guo smiled and reached out to gently pinch Lu Wushuang's delicate cheek.

"You threw that knife just now quite well; the timing was perfect."

Lu Wushuang felt a little embarrassed by the praise, and her pretty face flushed slightly.

Cheng Ying walked closer.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on Yang Guo's bare arms.

Those strong, powerful muscles gleamed with a captivating luster under the moonlight.

Cheng Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, glancing at the snake king that was still convulsing beside her.

"Brother Yang, the snake king is dying."

Cheng Ying reminded her softly.

"It guards the confluence of water veins, and must have formed an inner elixir within its body."

Yang Guo walked up to the Snake King and pulled out the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword stuck in the ground.

He carefully examined the enormous beast.

"The good stuff that the old poisoner guarded for five years but couldn't get his hands on is all ours today."

Yang Guo grinned.

"Butler Cheng, get ready to open the blind boxes!"

"Let's see what kind of top-tier equipment this snake king dropped."