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

Guo Jing switched the longsword to his right hand, gathered his inner strength, and slashed fiercely at the thickest joint of the net.

With a sharp clang, sparks flew everywhere.

The longsword chipped a nick in the hard wire, but the net didn't break a single thread.

This net is specially made of yak sinew from the Western Regions mixed with fine iron wire, and it is coated with a layer of slippery tung oil.

When the blade struck it, most of the force was immediately deflected.

The warhorse in the net was still struggling frantically, its sharp barbs digging deep into its belly, causing it to neigh in pain.

However, the more the warhorses struggled, the tighter the sturdy iron net tightened.

The thirty guards were crammed together so tightly that they didn't even have a chance to draw their swords.

Squeezed in the middle, Li Erniu's face turned red with frustration. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hero Guo, hurry up and ride away! This net can't be cut! Don't worry about us!"

Guo Jing remained silent and thrust his longsword into the ground with a backhand motion.

He gripped the mesh with both hands, his bulging muscles on his arms bulging high, and used his inner energy to pull it frantically to both sides.

The sharp wire instantly cut into his palm, tearing open his skin and flesh, and blood flowed continuously down his wrist.

The entire net creaked and groaned under Guo Jing's overwhelming strength, yet it remained incredibly strong and showed no signs of breaking.

At this moment, the eerie green mist around them grew increasingly dense.

A pungent, fishy stench hit you, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

Fortunately, Guo Jing had drunk the precious blood of a viper in the desert in his early years, so his body was already immune to all poisons.

Inhaling the poisonous fog only made him feel a little tightness in his chest and slowed down the circulation of his internal energy, but it did not damage his fundamental health.

However, the soldiers inside the network were simply unable to withstand such a potent poison.

Several weaker soldiers began to roll their eyes back, black blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and collapsed limply onto their comrades, motionless.

Li Erniu also began to cough violently, his body swayed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Guo Jing was sweating profusely with anxiety, and he increased the force of his grip. The sharp wire even cut into his bone, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Just then, a triumphant laugh suddenly came from above the stone walls on both sides.

Huo Du lightly waved his folding fan and gracefully leaped down from the left stone wall, landing steadily on the open ground.

Darba, carrying a heavy golden pestle, leaped down from the right side with a thud, his landing causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The two men, one in front and one behind, instantly blocked all of Guo Jing's escape routes.

Huo Du snapped his folding fan shut, pointed at Guo Jing's back, and said sarcastically, "Great Hero Guo truly deserves to be called a loyal and righteous hero. He's willing to risk his life for a few worthless scoundrels."

Guo Jing slowly released his hands, turned around, and pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground.

He stared intently at Huo Du, a surge of anger rising within him.

"You Mongol traitors, when you can't win on the battlefield, all you can do is resort to these despicable and underhanded tactics!" Guo Jing shouted sternly. "If you're so capable, then fight me fair and square!"

Huo Du slowly tucked the folding fan back into his belt, shrugged, and spread his hands.

"All's fair in war. Master Guo has led troops in battle for so many years, don't you even understand this simple principle?" Huo Du sneered. "You're too stubborn. Today, Black Wind Valley is destined to be your burial ground."

Although Darba couldn't understand Guo Jing's Chinese, he could tell from his expression that the other party was cursing them.

He roared and swung the heavy golden pestle around twice in mid-air, creating a violent gust of wind.

"Senior brother, don't waste your breath on him, let me go up and smash his head!" Darba shouted in a gruff voice.

Huo Du reached out and stopped him.

In fact, Huo Du had his own little scheme in mind.

The old fellow Shen Buyan has been slow to return the Snake King's inner core, causing the Ten Thousand Poisons Formation to lack its core array eye, and the power of the poisonous mist has already been reduced by seventy percent.

If Guo Jing were truly pushed to the brink at this moment, and the opponent launched a desperate counterattack, he knew he would be no match for the incredibly powerful and fierce Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Therefore, the best strategy is to use words to buy time, allowing Guo Jing to stay in the poisonous fog a little longer until his internal energy is exhausted.

Thinking of this, Huo Du tentatively took two steps forward and stopped about three zhang away from Guo Jing.

"Master Guo, do you feel a tightness in your chest right now, and even your inner energy is a little weak?" Huo Du deliberately threatened, "This green mist is a unique poison of White Camel Mountain. You've inhaled so much of it, you're probably not far from death."

However, Guo Jing was not swayed by his tactics at all.

Although he knew he could withstand the poison, he couldn't afford to delay any longer, as Li Erniu and the others behind him were in imminent danger.

Guo Jing suddenly took a step forward with his left foot, his long sword pointing directly at Huo Du.

"You villain, prepare to die!" Guo Jing roared, his figure moving like lightning as he charged straight at Huo Du with his sword.

Huo Du was startled and dared not meet the attack head-on. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and immediately floated backward.

Seeing this, Darba roared and gripped the golden pestle tightly with both hands, fiercely smashing it towards Guo Jing.

The heavy golden pestle tore through the air with a piercing whistling sound, crashing down like Mount Tai.

Faced with this ferocious attack, Guo Jing neither dodged nor evaded. He drew a circle in front of his chest with his left hand and unleashed the "Regretful Dragon" move, carrying overwhelming power, directly striking the golden pestle.

The violent palm strike collided violently with the heavy golden pestle, unleashing a deafening sound.

Darba felt a sudden, intense numbness in his arms, and his tiger's mouth was instantly shattered. The golden pestle in his hand almost flew out of his grasp, and he staggered back five or six steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

Guo Jing was also forced to stop by this backlash, feeling a surge of blood and qi in his chest.

The strange poisonous fog ultimately affected his internal energy circulation; he only managed to unleash 70% of his usual power in that palm strike.

Seeing an opportunity, Huo Du quickly circled around from the side, unfolded his folding fan, and instantly pressed the mechanism.

Three poison needles glowing with blue light shot out from the fan ribs, heading straight for Guo Jing's face.

Guo Jing reacted extremely quickly, his longsword transforming into a blur as he deflected all the incoming poison needles.

"Master Guo is indeed skilled!" Huo Du mocked smugly from a distance. "But look at your brothers behind you, how long can they hold out?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

Li Erniu was seen kneeling helplessly on the ground, vomiting black water in large gulps, while nearly half of the guards in the iron net were completely still.

Guo Jing's eyes instantly reddened with anxiety.

He knew the situation was extremely critical and could not be delayed any longer; a swift and decisive victory was necessary.

Thinking of this, Guo Jing immediately sheathed his longsword, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and calmly assumed the starting stance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

He had already made up his mind that even if it meant damaging his meridians and triggering his internal injuries, he would kill Huo Du and Darba on the spot.

At this moment, on a precipitous cliff above Black Wind Valley.

The Golden Wheel Monk sat quietly in his wheelchair, looking down at the fierce battle raging in the valley below.

He slowly turned the prayer beads in his hand, but his brows were already furrowed into a knot.

"Where on earth did that good-for-nothing Shen Buyan go?" the Golden Wheel Monk muttered to himself. "The poison array is so weak, yet Guo Jing was still able to unleash such a powerful palm technique."

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the Dharma King slowly pushed his wheelchair, preparing to personally go down the mountain to get rid of Guo Jing, this major threat.

Behind a pile of rocks not far from the bottom of the valley, three figures were quietly lying in wait.

It was Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang, and Cheng Ying.

Yang Guo placed the heavy Xuan Tie sword flat in front of him, gently pressing down on the blade with one hand, and concealing his aura.

Lu Wushuang quietly leaned close to Yang Guo's ear and asked in a deliberately low voice, "Husband, Master Guo has been surrounded by those two Mongol bandits, and his troops are about to collapse. Shouldn't we make a move now?"

Yang Guo stared intently at the distant battlefield and shook his head slightly.

"No need to worry, Master Guo is very lucky and won't die," Yang Guo said calmly. "He drank the blood of a viper in his younger days, so this kind of poisonous mist can't harm him at all."

Cheng Ying tightly gripped several copper coin hidden weapons in her hand, her palms already covered in sweat.

"Master is absolutely right. Huodu and Darba are clearly stalling for time. The Golden Wheel Dharma King must be lurking nearby right now," Cheng Ying calmly analyzed. "If we show ourselves rashly, we are very likely to be ambushed by the Dharma King, and the situation will turn around and we will be at a disadvantage."

Yang Guo glanced at Cheng Ying approvingly and gently patted her shoulder.

"Steward Cheng is indeed very meticulous. This Ten Thousand Poisons Formation is just a half-baked, incomplete formation without the Serpent King's inner core." Yang Guo's lips curled into a playful smile. "And now that inner core is in our hands, it's like holding their lifeline in our grasp."

As he spoke, Yang Guo took out the cloth bag containing the snake king's inner core from his bosom.

Even through several layers of clothing, the cloth bag still radiated a scorching heat.

"When that old bald monk Jinlun Fawang shows up, I'll give him an unexpected gift," Yang Guo whispered. "Wushuang, get your throwing knives ready. Just watch my hand signals."

Lu Wushuang nodded slightly and calmly pulled a sharp willow-leaf throwing knife from his boot.

Yang Guo lay back down on the pile of rocks, his gaze fixed on Huo Du in the center of the clearing.

At this moment, Huo Du was completely unaware that he had become a sitting duck in the eyes of others.

In the center of the battlefield, Guo Jing suddenly roared and unleashed both palms with overwhelming force, blasting them towards Huo Du and Darba.

The extremely powerful palm strike instantly dispersed the surrounding green mist, even sending the pebbles on the ground tumbling about.

Darba gritted his teeth, picked up the golden pestle, and bravely charged forward once again.

Huo Du then continuously threw out insidious hidden weapons, using the force to frantically retreat backward.

The three immediately engaged in a fierce battle on the open ground. Guo Jing fought against two opponents, and although his internal energy circulation was hindered, his offensive was still unstoppable. His powerful aura made Huo Du and the other man almost unable to breathe.

Hiding in the shadows, Yang Guo watched Guo Jing's powerful and sweeping palm techniques and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

This old-fashioned man is truly formidable when he gets desperate.

Yang Guo slowly gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, his muscles tense, ready to launch a sudden attack at any moment.

As long as that old bald monk Jinlun Fawang dares to show his face, he will definitely let him know just how satisfying it is to have a heavy sword smashed on his bald head.