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

Cheng Ying's face paled slightly, and she took a half step back while tightly clutching the inner core.

She had only recently broken through to the Innate Realm, and her combat experience was far inferior to Lu Wushuang's.

Faced with this seemingly inevitable sword strike, the circulation of her internal energy momentarily sluggish.

The moves of the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm flashed through his mind, but due to the suppression of the Yang energy of the Qiankun Technique, he was unable to execute them smoothly.

Yang Guo precisely pressed down on her lower back with his left hand and pulled her back to his side.

"Don't move."

Yang Guo's voice was unusually calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

He exerted a little force with his palm and pulled Cheng Ying directly into his arms.

Cheng Ying was caught off guard and bumped into Yang Guo's broad chest, his scent filling her nostrils.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her initial panic was instantly replaced by an indescribable sense of shame and annoyance.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Guo's right hand firmly gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

He neither twirled his sword nor changed his footwork.

The heavy black iron sword was suddenly pulled out of the soil, its blade still covered in damp earth, and then slammed down horizontally.

This heavy iron sword, left behind by Dugu Qiubai, weighs 64 jin (approximately 32 catties), is entirely black, and has not been sharpened.

Although the surface of the sword is rough, it contains an astonishing density.

Yang Guo did not use any skillful force with his wrist in this attack.

He integrated his waist and stance, using the force of the earth's recoil to pour all the profound internal energy he possessed at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm into it.

This move can only be countered by brute force.

The trajectory of the greatsword swing was simple and brutal.

The surrounding air was forcibly pushed aside by the massive sword, producing a muffled booming sound.

The terrifying pressure of the sword instantly enveloped the entire space within three feet of Bai Yulang.

Bai Yulang's short sword had only entered within three feet when he felt the air in his chest being forcibly pushed back.

He had painstakingly cultivated insidious and poisonous skills, and was most afraid of heavy weapons that were completely unpredictable.

Poison needles leave traces, and short swords have angles to strike.

Faced with this heavy iron sword crashing down, the only options left are to parry, retreat, or die.

If he insists on continuing to stab, the short sword will probably not even touch Cheng Ying before he himself is smashed into a pile of minced meat by the heavy sword.

Compared to that divine weapon made of black iron, the short sword forged from fine steel was as fragile as child's play.

Ultimately, he chose to withdraw.

Bai Yulang was forced to sheathe his sword, his feet tapping the ground repeatedly, his inner energy circulating in reverse, and he tumbled backward in a disheveled state.

The backlash from forcibly interrupting his killing move caused a sharp, intense pain to surge through his meridians.

The heavy iron sword crashed down on the spot where Bai Yulang had been standing.

The hard stone surface instantly collapsed half a foot deep, and the flying pebbles grazed his sleeve.

Although he barely managed to dodge the sword's edge, his chest was still struck by the overwhelming force.

When Bai Yulang landed, he staggered back seven steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he knelt down on one knee beside the snake carcass.

The shockwave from the heavy sword striking the ground spread rapidly along the soil, making his legs go numb.

His knees slammed heavily against the sharp rocks.

He forced down a mouthful of blood, then looked up in horror at the boy wielding the heavy sword.

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up immediately, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Husband, your swordsmanship is even more steady than when you practiced under the waterfall!"

She had witnessed Yang Guo practicing his sword under the waterfall. Under the impact of the massive water flow, Yang Guo was able to cut through the water curtain with a single sword strike, relying on his unwavering steadiness.

Now that this move has been used in actual combat, its power is indeed even greater.

Yang Guo casually slung the heavy sword back over his shoulder and said in a nonchalant tone, "I've just gotten used to it from smashing so many snakes."

His tone was very relaxed, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

The red and black primordial energy beads in the dantian were rotating steadily, and the depleted true energy was quickly replenished under the automatic operation of the Nine Yin Manual.

Bai Yulang stared intently at him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Before he went into the mountains, his master had repeatedly warned him that the martial arts world of the Central Plains was full of hidden talents.

If you encounter people from Shaolin, the Beggars' Sect, or Peach Blossom Island, you must first find out their names.

Yet this young man, despite his young age, exuded a terrifying aura of a master of innate cultivation when he made a move.

What struck him as most bizarre was that the other party's aura did not leak out at all when wielding the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, as if he was born to wield such a peerless weapon.

His poison skills emphasize subtlety and mystery; once he encounters an opponent with such powerful and unpredictable internal strength, he has absolutely no chance of winning.

"Who...who are you?"

Yang Guo's left hand was still tightly clasped around Cheng Ying's slender waist, his expression somewhat nonchalant: "You just said you're a direct disciple of White Camel Mountain?"

As he held her waist like that, Cheng Ying felt her body heat rising higher and higher, and her whole body felt hot.

She made a symbolic struggle, but found that she couldn't break free at all, and could only shyly let him hold her like that.

Bai Yulang swallowed hard, gritting his teeth, "That's right! My master is none other than the current master of White Camel Mountain, known as the 'Thousand-Handed Butcher.' If you dare to harm me, White Camel Mountain will fight you to the death!"

He quickly brought up his sect's background, trying to make the other party wary.

After all, "Thousand-Handed Butcher" was infamous in the Western Regions, and countless martial arts masters had already perished under his strange and poisonous skills.

"The Thousand-Handed Butcher?"

Yang Guo scoffed dismissively: "Him? Compared to Ouyang Feng, he probably wouldn't even be qualified to serve him water to wash his feet."

Bai Yulang's expression froze instantly.

The name Ouyang Feng is no ordinary name in White Camel Mountain.

On the top floor of the ancestral hall in the mountain villa is the portrait of the "Western Poison".

Although the Thousand-Handed Butcher has been in power for years, every disciple in the sect still respectfully addresses Ouyang Feng as "Ancestor".

"How dare you address the ancestor by his name?" Bai Yulang shouted sternly.

"Not only do I dare to call him by his full name, I also dare to call him godfather." Yang Guo's tone was full of undisguised mockery.

Bai Yulang gripped his short sword tightly, angrily retorting, "Nonsense! Our ancestor has been missing for many years; how could some adopted son have appeared out of nowhere?"

Yang Guo was too lazy to waste any more words. He slightly parted his feet, and the energy in his chest and abdomen instantly subsided.

The red and black primordial energy beads in his dantian spun wildly, and the power of the Toad Style flowed through his spine.

As his inner energy circulated rapidly, Yang Guo's bones emitted a series of fine, popping sounds.

The Toad Style of Kung Fu has always pursued the principle of using stillness to control movement and accumulating internal strength.

Yang Guo's abdomen bulged slightly as his true energy was being frantically compressed within his dantian, forming a terrifying high-pressure vortex.

He lowered his shoulders slightly, his abdomen suddenly contracted, and a powerful and unparalleled energy burst forth from his body.

The gravel on the ground began to make a series of subtle vibrations.

The heavy dampness outside the snake cave was forcefully pushed away by this extremely powerful internal energy technique.

The bone flute at Bai Yulang's waist emitted a series of low, booming sounds as it was drawn by the flow of qi.

He had practiced the incomplete version of the Toad Kung Fu passed down from White Camel Mountain, so he naturally recognized the core principles of this kung fu at a glance.

The martial arts technique passed down by the Thousand-Handed Butcher is only a fragment, with many breaks in the energy flow path. Forcing one to practice it can easily damage the meridians.

Bai Yulang had personally witnessed his master use this technique, but the aura it exuded was far less pure and powerful than that of the young man before him.

What made him even more desperate was that the Toad Stance Yang Guo was using at this moment was much more complete than the incomplete version taught by the Thousand-Handed Butcher.

The emanating energy almost solidified into a tangible sense of oppression, causing the surrounding air to become viscous and heavy.

That immense aura locked onto Bai Yulang.

After being suppressed by this more advanced but similarly sourced technique, the poisonous internal energy within his body began to run rampant and uncontrollably through his meridians.

Bai Yulang's short sword fell to the ground, and he almost lost his kneeling position.

He braced himself firmly on the muddy ground with both hands, breathing heavily.

The vital energy in his meridians was almost bursting out of his body, causing him immense pain.

"This...this is the real Toad Style Kung Fu..."

Yang Guo slowly withdrew his energy and said calmly, "It's good that you recognize me."