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

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly with both hands, and pushed off the muddy ground with his feet.

As the dirt flew up, two deep pits were immediately trampled into the ground.

He charged towards the Golden Wheel Dharma King like an arrow released from a bow, his heavy iron sword bringing with it a howling wind as it slashed straight at the Dharma King's face.

This sword strike had no fancy moves; it relied entirely on the immense weight of the heavy sword itself and the surging true energy of the Qiankun Technique within Yang Guo's body.

The Golden Wheel Monk sneered repeatedly, standing still without even trying to dodge.

"That brat is really overestimating himself!"

He clasped his hands together, his body surging with inner energy, and his dark golden monk's robe instantly expanded like a sphere.

The heavy sword struck the Dharma King three inches above his head, but was blocked by a layer of red protective energy that seemed to be tangible.

The two powerful internal forces collided violently, generating a piercing, teeth-grinding friction sound.

Yang Guo felt a sudden numbness in his arms. The terrifying recoil from the sword hilt instantly shattered the web between his thumb and forefinger, and blood gushed down the blade, staining the back of his hands red.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

The Golden Wheel Monk sneered with a mocking expression.

The old monk flipped his right palm, unleashing a tremendous force, and slammed it heavily onto the broad blade of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

when--!

A sharp metallic clang suddenly rang out, making everyone present feel a dull ache in their eardrums.

Yang Guo staggered back seven or eight steps, sword and all, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he could barely regain his footing.

The old monk's strength was truly overwhelming; the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was indeed well-deserved of its reputation.

Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up, and cursed loudly:

"You old bald monk, your shell is certainly hard enough. Did you grow up eating turtles?"

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:

"You dare to be stubborn even when death is imminent? What can you possibly use to break through my ten levels of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill?"

Yang Guo steeled his resolve and pushed the red and black Yuan Qi bead within his body to its limit.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique poured into his legs like a tidal wave.

He used the "Snake-like Leap" technique from the Nine Yin Manual, gliding his body along the ground in a strange manner, instantly circling to the left side of the Golden Wheel Monk. He swept his heavy sword across the ground, aiming straight for the old monk's legs.

The Golden Wheel Monk didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply raised his right foot and precisely stepped on the spine of the sword.

The heavy Xuan Tie sword, weighing eighty-one jin, was firmly pressed to the ground by this kick. Yang Guo gritted his teeth and tried to pull it out twice, but the heavy sword did not budge.

"Let go of my hands!"

With a loud shout, the Golden Wheel Monk unleashed his left palm, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as it struck Yang Guo's chest like a thunderbolt.

If this palm strike landed squarely, Yang Guo's sternum would be completely shattered, and his internal organs would also be destroyed.

In the critical moment, Yang Guo decisively loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

He leaned back slightly, bent his knees, and placed his palms up, lying on the ground like a giant toad.

A muffled and strange cry suddenly came from deep within his throat.

"Coo-quack!"

Yang Guo pushed off the ground with both legs and shot up like an arrow.

He pushed forward with both hands, meeting the Golden Wheel Monk's left palm, and poured out all the pure internal energy he had accumulated.

boom--!

Where their palms met, a violent shockwave instantly erupted.

Yang Guo felt an overwhelming force strike him, and his body flew uncontrollably backward for more than ten feet before crashing heavily into a boulder and coming to a stop.

He clutched his chest tightly, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned ashen.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was also in a bad way, his body uncontrollably retreating three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground.

The old monk looked at his left hand, which was tingling slightly, and stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Toad Style Kung Fu? That's Ouyang Feng's signature move!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

This divine skill is renowned throughout the Western Regions, extremely powerful and domineering, and who in the martial arts world does not know it?

This young man from the Quanzhen Sect actually knows the ultimate martial art of White Camel Mountain!

Guo Jing, leaning against the boulder, was also dumbfounded, even forgetting the cough in his throat.

How could Yang Guo know about the Toad Stance of the Western Poison?

Moreover, judging from the skill he displayed just now, he has clearly mastered this divine skill to a high level!

How many astonishing martial arts skills has this child learned over the years while wandering the martial arts world?

Is he in cahoots with Ouyang Feng?

Guo Jing was both shocked and worried, and hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Guo'er! This monk's internal strength is extremely profound. You must not engage him in close combat. Use your lightness skill to maneuver and move around him!"

Yang Guo, leaning against the boulder behind him, managed to stand up straight. He hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned back to shout irritably:

"Uncle Guo, please say less! This old bald monk is much faster than me, I can't shake him off at all!"

Seeing Yang Guo being beaten and sent flying backward, coughing up blood again, Lu Wushuang was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Husband! Run! Don't worry about us!"

Lu Wushuang cried out hoarsely.

Cheng Ying grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her back with all her might.

"Wushuang, calm down! Going there now won't help at all; you'll just be throwing your life away!"

Cheng Ying's voice trembled slightly, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Lu Wushuang struggled desperately, her eyes red as she shouted:

"I'd rather die than watch him get beaten to death by this old monk!"

Yang Guo felt a surge of irritation and shouted back at the top of his lungs:

"Shut up, all of you! Your man isn't dead yet, what are you crying about!"

After scolding Lu Wushuang, Yang Guo turned to look at Jinlun Fawang.

"You old bald monk, what do you care who taught me? As long as you can fight, that's all that matters. When I unleash my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, I'll smash your turtle shell to pieces!"

Although Yang Guo refused to admit defeat and started talking nonsense, he was rapidly devising a countermeasure in his mind.

With his current cultivation level at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, he is two whole minor realms below the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who is at the peak of the late-stage Innate Realm.

If we continue to fight with our internal strength, it will be like throwing an egg against a rock.

The best course of action now is to find a way to break through this old bald monk's protective aura!

The face of the Golden Wheel Dharma King was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

"You possess many unorthodox martial arts skills. If we don't eliminate you today, you will surely become a major threat to our Mongols in the future. Prepare to die!"

The old monk strode forward, and with each step he took, the red aura surrounding him grew stronger.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body.

He stepped on the "Golden Goose Skill" footwork of the Quanzhen Sect, and his body suddenly rose into the air.

Leaping into the air, Yang Guo brought his right index finger together, and brilliant golden true energy rapidly condensed at his fingertip.

One-Finger Divine Skill!

Moreover, it is the One-Finger Divine Skill that has reached the peak of the fifth rank!

A sharp golden light shot out, aiming directly at the Golden Wheel Monk's vital point between his eyebrows.

The Golden Wheel Monk keenly sensed the terrifying destructive power contained in this finger strike and was startled.

He dared not take the hit head-on and quickly turned his head to dodge.

The golden finger force whistled past the Dharma King's ear and slammed into the stone wall behind him, instantly piercing a bottomless hole and sending up countless fragments of rock.

Guo Jing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his hands gripping the soil beneath him tightly, a storm raging in his heart.

"One-Finger Divine Skill? This is clearly the signature technique of the Dali Duan family!"

Guo Jing's mind went completely blank.

The internal energy cultivation techniques of the Quanzhen School, the movement techniques of the Nine Yin Manual, the Toad Stance of the Western Poison Master, and now the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan Family...

What kind of extraordinary talent is Guo'er?

The Golden Wheel Monk was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

He thought that with the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique activated, he could kill the kid on the spot in just a few moves.

But to everyone's surprise, this kid had an endless array of trump cards, all of which were the most powerful and unique martial arts techniques in the world.

"You little thief! I'd like to see just how many tricks you have up your sleeve!"

With a furious roar, the Golden Wheel Monk transformed into a blur and once again pounced on Yang Guo.

Yang Guo had just landed and hadn't even fully regained his footing when the Dharma King's overwhelming palms were already upon him.

There's no way to avoid it!

Yang Guo steeled himself and gritted his teeth to meet the challenge.

With his left hand, he unleashed the "Heart-Shattering Palm" from the Nine Yin Manual, while his right hand continued to strike wildly with the "One-Finger Divine Skill."

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds of fists and palms clashing echoed endlessly through the empty valley.

Yang Guo moved with lightning speed, his moves were ruthless and fierce, and every move was aimed at the vital points of the Golden Wheel Monk.

However, the Golden Wheel Monk's protective aura was simply too thick. The Heart-Shattering Palm print could only leave faint white marks on it, and could not harm his flesh in the slightest.

Just then, the Golden Wheel Monk seized the opportunity presented by Yang Guo's opening, and his right palm, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, broke through the defenses and struck Yang Guo's left shoulder hard.

Click—!

A crisp sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out.

Yang Guo groaned in pain, feeling his left side go numb instantly, and his entire left arm drooped limply.

But instead of backing down, he unleashed the ruthlessness deep within him.

Using the momentum from the impact of the palm strike, Yang Guo lunged forward, his right index finger, imbued with his last bit of true energy, stabbing fiercely at the Golden Wheel Monk's right shoulder!

Pfft—!

The golden aura of the One-Finger Divine Skill, which had reached the fifth rank, finally pierced through the Golden Wheel Dharma King's thick protective qi in an instant.

The force penetrated the old monk's body, piercing a bloody hole in his shoulder.

Crimson blood gushed out instantly, staining most of his dark gold monk's robe red.