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

The muddy beach reeked of a strong, fishy stench.

The lower jaw of the Bodhi serpent king was completely smashed, its huge body rolled and twisted in the mud, and its thick tail kept lashing the ground.

The stones were thrown about, flying everywhere and hitting the tree trunks nearby with a crackling sound.

Yang Guo stood shirtless, about two zhang away.

He planted the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in the soil at his feet, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at the dying beast with great interest.

This beast is quite strong; let it jump around a bit longer.

Wait until it has bled out enough before you act, so you don't get hurt for nothing, that would be too much of a loss.

Lu Wushuang, carrying a willow-leaf curved blade, quickly walked to his side.

Cheng Ying followed as well.

She was quite exhausted from the sound power and the mark inside her body. Her steps were unsteady, and her legs felt as weak as if she were walking on cotton. She had to grit her teeth and push herself up with every step.

"Brother Yang, be careful."

Cheng Ying lowered her voice and reminded him:

"This beast was fatally wounded, but even a centipede dies but does not die; snakes are the most tenacious creatures."

"It's currently in a state of final, desperate struggle, and its last stand before death is extremely powerful, so you must not get too close."

Yang Guo turned his head and glanced at her.

Cheng Ying's pink Taoist robe was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her exquisite figure.

The thin fabric became almost translucent after being soaked, and the outline of the underwear was vaguely visible.

She was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving, and her cheeks still flushed.

That captivatingly charming allure emanated from head to toe, making anyone who saw her feel a tickle in their heart.

Yang Guo raised his hand and patted her pert buttocks very naturally.

The crisp sound of the slap was exceptionally loud.

Cheng Ying trembled, her legs went weak, and she almost fell over.

She bit her lower lip in shame and indignation, the blush on her face instantly spreading to her ears.

Her lips moved, wanting to curse but not daring to, so she could only turn her head sharply to the side.

How could he possibly lay a hand on Wushuang like that?

But her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, the shame of being controlled suffocating her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Butler Cheng, you're quite diligent in giving me these pointers."

Yang Guo grinned:

"Brother knows you're knowledgeable."

"But your body is too weak. You can become so weak just by listening to a broken flute."

"Later, I'll take out the gallbladder of this worm and give you a good boost."

"So that you won't complain about not being able to take it when I use even a little force in the future."

The underlying meaning of those words was too blunt.

Cheng Ying's fingers were trembling slightly, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

She lowered her head, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

She knew perfectly well that he was taking advantage of her, but she couldn't refute him at all.

Lu Wushuang rolled her eyes as she listened from the side.

She knew perfectly well that her husband was like a dog, always ready to bite anyone he could get his hands on.

However, seeing her cousin's embarrassed appearance, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Husband, can't you shut your mouth for a minute?"

Lu Wushuang raised the curved blade in his hand:

"This snake isn't quite dead yet. Can't you take care of your business first before you try to flirt with your cousin?"

Yang Guo reached out and pinched Lu Wushuang's cheek.

Lu Wushuang gave a soft snort, and although she was dissatisfied, she unconsciously rubbed her face against his palm.

"What's the rush?"

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

"It's strong now, let it struggle on its own first, and we'll go in and finish it off once it's bled dry."

Just as Yang Guo was speaking, the snake king, which had been rolling wildly on the ground, suddenly stopped moving.

Its massive body was coiled up in a circle, its crimson eyes fixed on Yang Guo.

Although its lower jaw was broken, its upper body was strangely arched.

Yang Guo's heart sank, and his right hand subconsciously moved a few inches toward the hilt of the sword.

Something's wrong; this beast is gathering its strength.

"Oh, your cousin was right! She's got a big surprise up her sleeve?"

Before he could finish speaking, the snake king slammed its tail hard against the ground.

Using the recoil force, its body, as thick as a bucket, sprang into the air and rushed straight at Yang Guo!

Although it could no longer bite, it swelled its neck high.

Large amounts of dark brown venom sprayed out from its ruptured mouth!

The venom covered a vast area, completely enveloping the area where Yang Guo and the two women were located, and the stench was extremely pungent.

"retreat!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly.

There was no time to draw his sword; he had only one thought in his mind: to take the person away first.

Without even drawing his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, he stretched out his arms and directly embraced Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying's slender waists.

The two men had different waistlines, one thick and one thin, and felt completely different to the touch, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

The red and black primordial energy beads in the dantian circulated rapidly.

He pushed the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill, combined with the Nine Yin Manual's Snake-Walking and Fox-Turning Technique, to its limit at this moment.

He carried the two women, his toes barely touching the ground as he slid horizontally for several meters.

Cheng Ying was held tightly around the waist by him, her whole body pressed against his bare chest.

Their burning skin pressed tightly together through their soaked thin clothes.

She could feel the hardness and warmth of his chest muscles, as well as the masculine scent emanating from him, a mixture of sweat and blood.

The feeling of being held tightly in someone's arms completely blew her mind.

The dark brown venom landed entirely where they had just been standing.

The stone slabs and dead branches on the ground were hit by the poison, and instantly emitted a piercing sizzling sound.

White smoke rose up, and the hard stone was eroded into more than a dozen deep pits.

Looking at those pits, Lu Wushuang felt a chill run down her spine.

If even a tiny bit gets on it, I'm afraid even bones will turn into thick liquid.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?"

Yang Guo snorted coldly.

This time he was truly angry.

If we had been even a fraction of a second slower, both women would have been dead.

He pushed off with his feet, leaping into the air and heading straight for the heavy iron sword that had been stuck in the ground.

He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Using the momentum of his charge, he pulled the heavy sword out of the soil.

After spitting out that mouthful of venom, the snake king's aura weakened to the extreme, and its massive body crashed heavily to the ground.

It tried to curl up again, but Yang Guo didn't give it any chance at all.

The Nine Yin True Qi poured into his arms without reservation, and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword brought up a gust of wind.

He spotted the old wound on the snake king's abdomen, a wound left from earlier that day.

Although the greatsword was not sharpened, it slammed down with overwhelming force, relying on its terrifying weight and the suppression of true energy!

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

The serpent king's spine was smashed by this enormous force, and its massive body was split in two, with a large amount of black blood gushing out from the fracture.

The snake's head twitched violently a few times before becoming completely still.

Yang Guo carried his heavy sword to the snake king's corpse and kicked its huge head.

"Trying to pull a fast one on me? Don't you even know your own limitations?"

Lu Wushuang ran over with his knife, excitedly circling the snake king, which had been broken in two, twice.

"My lord, this worm is huge. Could its skin be used to make armor?"

Yang Guo planted the heavy sword back into the ground and stretched out his hand towards Lu Wushuang:

"The skin is too tough to cut; let's remove the inner core first."

"Lend me your sheathed dagger."

Lu Wushuang quickly took the dagger from her waist and handed it to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo took the dagger and squatted down.

He plunged the dagger into the snake king's severed wound, slicing upwards along the texture of the flesh.

The foul-smelling snake blood was spilled all over the ground.

Yang Guo groped around in the bloody, mangled cavity for a while.

Soon, his hand stopped near the seven-inch mark.

He pulled hard and pulled something out of it.

It was a sphere about the size of an adult's fist, with an eerie purplish-red color and a surface covered with fine blood vessels.

As soon as it was taken out, the temperature of the surrounding air rose a few degrees.

Yang Guo held the inner core, feeling its heat burning in his palm, as it contained extremely domineering fire-attribute energy.

"Is this the snake king's inner core that the old venomous creature has been longing for?"

Lu Wushuang leaned closer, curiously examining him:

"It looks kind of scary, can you really eat this?"

Yang Guo weighed the inner core in his hand and laughed:

"Good stuff is good stuff, but you can't just swallow it whole."

"This snake king has lived for countless years, and its inner core has accumulated too much fire poison."

"If an ordinary person takes a bite, their internal organs will be burned through. Even a master of innate cultivation needs to use extremely cold medicinal herbs to neutralize the medicinal properties before they can absorb it."

As he spoke, he tossed the inner core to Lu Wushuang:

"Take it to the pool and wash it to remove the poisonous blood."

"When washing, don't touch the blood in the water directly with your hands; wrap it in a cloth."

Lu Wushuang caught the inner core, but was scalded and kept shaking her hand.

She quickly tore a piece of cloth from the hem of her clothes, wrapped the inner elixir tightly, and ran towards the edge of the cold pool.

Cheng Ying stood aside, watching Yang Guo arrange everything in an orderly manner.

This man never says anything serious, and his hands and feet are always wandering.

But when it really came down to it, the first thing he thought of was pulling himself and Wushuang away.

He didn't even have time to draw his sword; he was only concerned with protecting the people first.

The anger that had been weighing on her chest dissipated almost entirely without her realizing it.

Yang Guo stood up, wiped the blood off his hands on the snakeskin, and put the dagger away.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Buyan lying in the pile of rocks not far away.

Shen Buyan was now barely breathing, his dantian was destroyed, his meridians were all severed, and most of his sternum was broken. He was paralyzed in the mud and water, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Yang Guo strode over and stepped on Shen Buyan's shoulder.

"Old man, stop playing dead."

"I held back with that kick just now, you won't be able to breathe your last anytime soon."

Shen Buyan opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes filled with resentment and fear:

"The victor is king, the loser is villain... Kill if you must..."

"If you kill me, White Camel Mountain will not let you get away with it..."

Yang Guo sneered and increased the pressure on his feet.

Shen Buyan was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and a hoarse roar like a broken bellows came from his throat.

"White Camel Mountain?"

"I already said, Ouyang Feng is my godfather. You usurpers and imposters, how dare you use White Camel Mountain to intimidate me?"

Yang Guo bent down and stared at Shen Buyan's distorted face:

"I have no interest in the domestic affairs of your White Camel Mountain."

"But there's something I'm curious about."

"Your so-called Thousand-Handed Butcher master, since he's already occupied White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, why doesn't he stay there and be his mountain king? What's the point of sending you all the way to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain?"

Shen Buyan gritted his teeth and refused to speak no matter what.

That old man is really stubborn.

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes; he hated people who were stubborn to the end.

Without wasting words, Yang Guo raised his right foot and stepped directly on Shen Buyan's left wrist, grinding it hard.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

"what!"

Shen Buyan screamed in agony, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"My patience is limited."

"You play the flute so badly, it's the same whether you have a mouth or not. I wouldn't mind making sure you never have to eat for the rest of your life."

"Tell me, what exactly are you plotting by coming here?"

Shen Buyan hesitated for a moment.

Without any hesitation, Yang Guo grabbed Shen Buyan's intact right hand and forcefully twisted it in the opposite direction.

With a sharp crack, the sound of bones dislocating was clear and jarring.

Shen Buyan immediately let out a pig-like scream, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop breaking it!"

Shen Buyan was panting heavily, and his speech became extremely rapid:

"When my master learned of the old master's disappearance, he took the opportunity to seize control of White Camel Mountain."

"A while ago, he made contact with the Mongols in the north."

"The Golden Wheel Dharma King of Mongolia promised that as long as my master brings people to Guanzhong to handle matters, he will be appointed as the Grand Khan's National Preceptor after the matter is accomplished."

Yang Guo touched his chin, his eyes slightly cold.

That old monk, the Golden Wheel Monk, certainly has a long reach.

"Go on, what exactly are you here to do?"

Shen Buyan, trembling with pain and covered in cold sweat, answered:

"The Quanzhen Sect is now recruiting refugees on a large scale and has even set up intelligence and economic departments. They are making too much noise, and the Mongols want to completely eliminate the Quanzhen Sect."

"My master sent me to this area for two reasons: first, to retrieve the inner core of the snake king and present it to the Mongolian prince; and second, to be responsible for contacting various independent figures in Guanzhong."

"We plan to set a trap for Guo Jing outside Xiangyang next month..."

After hearing these words, Yang Guo immediately connected the clues in his mind.

No wonder the Quanzhen Sect's spies in Guanzhong were constantly being eliminated by Mongol agents; it turns out the Mongols had gathered this group of evil masters from the Western Regions.

Now they're even setting a trap for Guo Jing?

These people have quite the appetite.