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

The green mist at the bottom of the valley grew thicker and thicker, and the pungent, fishy smell filled our nostrils.

Guo Jing slowed down his palm strikes, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Darba wielded his golden pestle, his moves appearing clumsy and heavy.

Guo Jing drew a circle with his left hand and slammed his right palm onto the copper ring of the golden pestle.

With a loud bang, Darba took three steps back, and Guo Jing followed suit, taking two steps back.

Huo Du hid to the side, having used up all the poison needles hidden in his fan ribs. He was now gently fanning himself with the fan, making sarcastic remarks:

"Master Guo, why has your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms become so weak? Did you skip breakfast?"

Guo Jing ignored him completely, and just gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe.

At this moment, his lungs were burning with pain, and the flow of his vital energy in his meridians had become extremely sluggish.

Most of the guards in the net were already dead. Li Erniu lay on the ground, spitting out black blood, and looked like he was about to die.

Behind the pile of rubble.

Yang Guo lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on the empty space.

He placed one hand on the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, while his other hand unconsciously touched his lower abdomen.

That's where the dantian is located.

A few months ago in Zhongnan Mountain, the Golden Wheel Monk's palm strike shattered his dantian.

If it weren't for the Nine-Turn Reversal Pill, and the help of Little Dragon Girl and the others in dual cultivation, he would have been destined to be a cripple for life.

With his enemy nearby, Yang Guo was actually quite uneasy.

Although his internal strength has now broken through to the early stage of the Innate Realm, and he has consumed so many snake gallbladders, he has also mastered some techniques with the heavy sword.

But the old bald monk Jinlun Fawang practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which was a very strange martial art. Yang Guo wasn't sure if he could gain an advantage in a head-on confrontation.

Lu Wushuang quietly approached, gripping the willow-leaf knife in her hand tightly.

"My lord, Master Guo is about to collapse. The green mist is getting thicker and thicker. If we don't get out soon, he might die inside."

Lu Wushuang deliberately lowered her voice, her tone revealing a hint of impatience.

Yang Guo turned his head and glanced at her.

"What's the rush? Guo Jing is tough as nails."

"This poisonous fog is a trick of White Camel Mountain. Since it wasn't placed in the core of the formation, its toxicity isn't strong enough."

"If we show ourselves now, the Golden Wheel Monk will launch a sneak attack from the shadows, and all three of us will perish here."

Cheng Ying lay on the other side, clutching the copper coin tightly in her hand.

"Brother Yang is right. There is something strange about this fog. We can smell the fishy smell even from this far away."

"It's a miracle that Master Guo has been able to hold on this long, being right in the middle. That old monk must be about to burst too."

As soon as Cheng Ying finished speaking, the sound of a cartwheel crushing rocks came from the cliff above.

Yang Guo looked up.

There is a small path carved out by man on the cliff face.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, slowly walking down the path.

The Dharma King held a string of prayer beads in his hand, and his bald head reflected a glossy sheen under the torchlight.

Upon seeing the Dharma King appear, Huo Du quickly tucked his folding fan into his belt and jogged over to catch the wheelchair.

"Master, Guo Jing is really tough. He was exposed to the poisonous fog for so long, and he was still able to use his palm techniques."

Huo Du lowered his head and whispered his complaint.

The Dharma King, sitting in his wheelchair, snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Useless! You two can't even handle someone who's been poisoned. You might as well go back to the desert and herd sheep."

Darba walked over carrying the golden pestle, scratching his bald head somewhat awkwardly, not daring to utter a sound.

The Dharma King turned the wheels of his wheelchair on his own, took two steps forward, and stopped two zhang away from Guo Jing.

"Master Guo, we meet again."

When the Dharma King spoke, his voice was as loud as a great bell, echoing throughout the entire valley.

Guo Jing leaned on his broken sword, panting heavily.

He looked up at the Dharma King, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"You old bald monk, instead of chanting scriptures in the desert, you come to Xiangyang to resort to these underhanded tricks! What kind of monk are you?!"

Guo Jing's insults were extremely blunt.

The Dharma King remained completely unperturbed, simply turning the prayer beads in his hand slowly and deliberately.

"Master Guo, you are mistaken. In wars between two countries, each side always relies on its own abilities."

"You defend your Xiangyang, and I'll help the Great Khan take Xiangyang. As long as I can kill you, I'll use whatever methods work."

After the Dharma King finished speaking, he reached out his hand to the side of the wheelchair.

There were five wheels hanging on the shelf there, made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead.

The Dharma King casually picked up the heaviest golden wheel and gently weighed it in his hand.

"Master Guo, you have nowhere to escape today. This old monk will see you off."

The Dharma King suddenly flicked his wrist.

The golden wheel flew out of his hand, leaving a piercing whistling sound as it hurtled straight toward Guo Jing's chest.

Behind the pile of rubble.

Yang Guo frowned deeply as he watched the golden wheel hurtle out.

This old bald monk's skills have improved considerably since he was in Zhongnan Mountain.

Judging from the terrifying force of these wheels alone, an ordinary person would probably die on the spot if they were even slightly grazed by them.

"Husband, let's get started!"

Lu Wushuang's eyes turned red with anger, and she made a move to stand up and throw the flying knife.

Yang Guo reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down to the ground.

"Don't move. Your throwing knife can't break through his protective aura at all."

Yang Guo whispered, then took out the cloth bag containing the snake king's inner core from his bosom and stuffed it into Cheng Ying's hand.

"Butler Cheng, please take this."

"This thing is extremely hot, which is perfect for suppressing the poisonous fog at the bottom of this valley. You and Wushuang stay here and don't move. If any poisonous fog drifts over later, open the bag immediately."

Cheng Ying caught the cloth bag and felt it was burning hot to the touch.

"Brother Yang, are you planning to deal with all three of them by yourself? That's too dangerous."

Cheng Ying's face was full of worry.

Yang Guo grinned, a somewhat arrogant smile on his face.

"Danger my ass! That old bald monk who shattered my dantian, we have to settle the score with him today."

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly with both hands.

This heavy sword made of black iron weighs at least seventy or eighty catties.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and channeled the internal energy of the Qiankun Technique, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge instantly.

In the center of the open space.

The golden wheel, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, crashed down on Guo Jing.

Guo Jing knew he couldn't dodge at this moment and could only grit his teeth and take the hit.

He held the longsword horizontally in front of his chest, pressed his left hand firmly against the spine of the sword, and channeled the last of his inner energy.

A loud bang!

The golden wheel slammed heavily onto the longsword, instantly snapping the steel sword in two.

However, the golden wheel's residual force had not yet dissipated, and it struck Guo Jing directly in the chest.

Guo Jing coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back five or six steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The protective armor on his chest was now deeply dented in a large section.

"Master Guo!"

Li Erniu, trapped in the net, let out a desperate shout, then his eyes rolled back and he passed out completely.

The Dharma King sat comfortably in his wheelchair and waved his hand.

The golden wheel spun in the air and obediently flew back into his hand.

"Master Guo, it seems your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are nothing special. You can rest assured now."

The Dharma King raised the golden wheel again, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Guo Jing.