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

Just at this critical moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from the direction of the pile of rocks.

The sound was extremely deep and powerful, even drowning out the surrounding gale.

The Dharma King's expression hardened, and he immediately turned to look.

A huge, dark creature was seen flying madly along the ground.

Its speed was extremely fast, creating an incredibly powerful gust of wind.

The Dharma King dared not be careless in the slightest and quickly raised the golden wheel in his hand to meet it.

The two weapons collided violently in mid-air!

A deafening roar erupted from the bottom of the valley, sending sparks flying and a trail of fire and lightning.

The Dharma King felt a tremendous force strike him, his entire arm went numb instantly, and the golden wheel in his hand was smashed out of his grasp and flew away.

With a clang, the golden wheel fell far away into a pile of rubble.

The large, dark object stopped and sank diagonally into the mud.

It was a large, heavy, black greatsword that had not been sharpened.

Huo Du and Darba were startled and quickly retreated to either side of the Dharma King's wheelchair, drawing their weapons and looking around warily.

"Who plotted this?! Show yourself!"

Huo Du shouted loudly, his voice filled with bluster but his heart was filled with fear.

Yang Guo dusted himself off and swaggered out from behind the pile of rocks.

He had a dry blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and he walked with a swaying gait, appearing nonchalant and irresponsible.

Yang Guo strolled leisurely to the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, grasped the hilt with one hand, easily pulled the sword out of the mud, and casually hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"What are you yelling about? Your grandpa's right here!"

Yang Guo spat out the dry grass in his mouth and glanced sideways at the Golden Wheel Monk in the wheelchair.

"You old bald monk, it's been a few months, how did you end up in a wheelchair?"

"Is this karma from doing too many bad things, causing your legs to become weak?"

Yang Guo's first words were nothing short of sarcasm.

The fact that the Golden Wheel Monk uses a wheelchair is truly a last resort.

He was practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill within his body to a crucial moment, and the power of the ten dragons and ten elephants was about to advance to the next level.

With Shen Buyan's inner core, dealing with Guo Jing wouldn't have been too difficult, but that good-for-nothing Shen Buyan still hasn't arrived.

He could only come by himself in a wheelchair, and would personally intervene if necessary.

He stared intently at Yang Guo for a long while before a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Yang Guo?"

"Why is it you, you piece of trash?"

"Your dantian was destroyed by me back in Zhongnan Mountain, how could you still have such strength!"

The Dharma King was greatly alarmed.

He knew all too well the power of his palm strike; an ordinary person would have no chance of survival after that strike.

Yang Guo curled his lip and sneered:

"Thanks to you, my wife found me some miracle cures for my injuries."

"Not only am I not dead, but my skills have actually increased. Today, I'll use you, you old bald monk, to test my new sword."

Yang Guo dared not reveal Huang Rong's name, especially since Guo Jing was right there beside him.

At this moment, Guo Jing, who had fallen to the ground, was clutching his chest and breathing heavily, looking at Yang Guo with disbelief on his face.

"Guo'er... what are you doing here? Run! You're no match for this bald monk!"

Guo Jing coughed loudly in distress, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

Yang Guo gave him a disgruntled look.

"Uncle Guo, you'd better say less."

"With your brain, you got tricked into this dead end and even dragged your brothers down with you. When you get back, Aunt Guo will definitely scold you to death."

"You rest here for a bit and watch how I deal with these three Mongol barbarians."

Guo Jing blushed deeply after being rebuked by Yang Guo's words.

He wanted to argue, but he couldn't muster any strength and could only lean against the rock, panting heavily.

Huo Du looked at the black heavy sword on Yang Guo's shoulder and suddenly remembered the news brought back by the deserter.

"Master, he's the monster who slaughtered three hundred of our elite troops with a heavy sword outside the valley!"

Huo Du looked somewhat flustered and lowered his voice to speak to the Dharma King.

The Dharma King nodded solemnly.

Having just taken that sword strike head-on, he had deeply felt the terrifying power contained within that black sword.

"Yang Guo, why aren't you serving as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect? What are you doing getting involved in this mess at Black Wind Valley?"

"Do you really think you can rescue Guo Jing from this old monk with just a broken iron sword?"

The Dharma King questioned him coldly, while reaching out to take the silver and bronze wheels from beside his wheelchair and spinning them rapidly in his hands.

Yang Guo lowered the heavy sword from his shoulder, and the heavy tip of the sword slammed heavily into the ground with a dull thud.

"It's none of your business to tell me what to do, and besides, I really don't like you bunch of Tartars."

"By the way, let's settle our score from the Zhongnan Mountains today."

Yang Guo gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and the internal energy of the Qiankun Technique within his body began to circulate wildly in his meridians.

The red and black innate primordial energy bead in his dantian spun rapidly.

An extremely domineering surge of true energy flowed from his arms and continuously poured into the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

The greatsword immediately emitted a low hum.

Seeing this, Darba could not contain himself and roared, unleashing his powerful true energy from the early stage of the Innate Realm.

He rushed out carrying the heavy vajra, and with each step he took, the ground trembled.

"You pretty boy, take this!"

Darba raised the golden pestle high with both hands, and as he poured his true energy into it, the pestle faintly emitted a layer of dark golden aura.

The golden pestle, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, slammed down hard towards Yang Guo's head.

This blow was so powerful that it could smash a hole in a small hill, let alone a body made of flesh and blood.

Yang Guo's expression hardened slightly, and he abandoned his previous nonchalant attitude.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in Darba's attack. This big guy was born with superhuman strength and had the cultivation of the Innate Realm, so he was no ordinary person.

"Well done!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly, no longer holding the large object with one hand.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique, which was at the mid-stage of the innate realm, surged wildly into his arms like a river bursting its banks.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, raised the heavy black iron sword, and fiercely swung it down to meet the unstoppable Vajra pestle.

A heavy sword has no edge; true skill lies in simplicity!

Two heavy weapons, one black and one gold, collided violently in mid-air.

With a deafening clang, a violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, instantly sending surrounding rocks flying.

Darba felt an overwhelming force, even more domineering than himself, surge through the vajra.

His innate protective energy surged violently, his arm muscles bulged high, and he clenched his teeth tightly in an attempt to resist.

However, Yang Guo was ultimately a level above, and the weight of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was truly astonishing.

After a stalemate lasting only two or three breaths, Darba finally let out a muffled groan as his tiger's mouth instantly split open, and blood gushed out.

His massive body, weighing two or three hundred pounds, was shaken so badly that he staggered back seven or eight steps.

With each step he took back, he left a deep footprint in the hard mud.

Darba only managed to regain his balance after his back slammed heavily against a boulder.

Although he hadn't let go of the golden pestle, his hands were already trembling slightly, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were filled with horror.

In contrast, Yang Guo, though standing still without taking a single step back, found the ground beneath his feet shattering inch by inch.

His hands, gripping the sword, also felt a faint tingling sensation, and he was secretly astonished: "This big guy has incredible strength!"

Seeing this, Huo Du swallowed hard and involuntarily took a step back.

He knew all too well how terrifying his senior brother's strength was, but he never expected that in a head-on confrontation, he would be completely suppressed by Yang Guo.

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed instantly.

He could tell at a glance that Yang Guo's internal strength at this moment was much stronger than it had been at Zhongnan Mountain.

"Good lad, you've got some skills!"