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

"Ah! You little beast, how dare you hurt me!"

The Golden Wheel Monk, in pain, flew into a rage.

He suddenly raised his right leg and kicked Yang Guo hard in the stomach.

Yang Guo was immediately sent flying backward.

He rolled around on the ground more than a dozen times.

Finally, he lay sprawled in the mud, unable to get up for a long time.

The Dharma King clutched his bleeding shoulder tightly, his face ashen.

He, the mighty Mongolian National Preceptor, a top expert at the half-step Grandmaster level, was actually injured by a junior at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm today.

This was an utter disgrace to him.

The Dharma King stared coldly at Yang Guo, who was lying in the mud, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

This boy's martial arts talent is truly terrifying.

If he is allowed to live, in time, who in this world will be able to control him?

He must be completely wiped out here today!

"My lord!"

Lu Wushuang's eyes were bloodshot, and she could no longer control her emotions.

She forcefully shook off Cheng Ying's hand, grabbed the scalpel, and charged forward without a care.

Cheng Ying's eyes also turned red with anxiety.

She quickly pulled three copper coins from her cloth bag, clutching them tightly between her fingers, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Seeing this, Guo Jing, who was not far away, bit his tongue hard, trying to forcefully gather his inner energy to go and save the person.

However, the moment he moved, his injuries flared up violently.

Guo Jing coughed up another mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he couldn't even stand up.

Just then, Yang Guo, who was lying in the mud, twitched his fingers slightly.

He gritted his teeth, used his right hand to support himself on the ground, and shakily got up.

At this moment, Yang Guo was covered in mud, and his left arm hung limply.

Blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood with every breath.

Yang Guo grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and looked at Jinlun Fawang defiantly.

"You old bastard, not only did I dare to hurt you, but today I'll take your dog's life!"

"Is your shoulder exposed to the wind? Does it feel cool?"

Yang Guo tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, then forced himself to stand up straight.

When the Golden Wheel Monk saw this scene, his heart trembled violently.

Having taken a full-force kick from his tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, even an iron body would have its internal organs shattered.

If it were an ordinary innate martial artist, they would have been dead by now.

What kind of monster is this kid? He can actually stand up and start cursing?

The Dharma King took a deep breath and concentrated all the remaining true energy in his body into his right palm.

"Yang Guo, I must admit you are a genius, one in a million."

"But geniuses often don't live long!"

The Dharma King strode towards Yang Guo, his right palm emitting a blinding red light, ready to deliver the final, fatal blow.

A sharp gust of palm wind swept in, pressing down on Yang Guo so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

"Old monk, I'll fight you to the death!"

Lu Wushuang had already rushed forward, gripping the willow-leaf blade tightly with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the Dharma King's back.

The Golden Wheel Monk didn't even turn his head; he simply waved his left hand casually behind him.

With a loud bang, the red protective aura suddenly exploded.

The violent force slammed directly into Lu Wushuang's chest.

Lu Wushuang was sent flying backwards, sword and all, crashing heavily into the muddy ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Peerless!"

Yang Guo's eyes instantly turned red.

He could never bear to see his woman being beaten in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Ying clenched her teeth and her right wrist trembled repeatedly.

Three copper coins, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shot rapidly in a triangular formation toward the Dharma King's eyes and throat.

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding.

With a few crisp clangs, the copper coins struck his thick protective aura and were instantly shattered into powder, which fell to the ground in a flurry.

"You two troublesome brats, I'll send you on your way later."

"Yang Guo, prepare to die!"

The Dharma King raised his right palm high, carrying the terrifying power of the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and slammed it down on Yang Guo's crown.

In the face of life and death, Yang Guo's mind worked at lightning speed.

Taking the hit head-on is certain death, and there's simply no time to dodge.

He suddenly reached into his robes with his right hand, pulled out a dark iron plate, and smashed it with all his might against the face of the Golden Wheel Monk.

"Old man, look at this! Don't you want what you wanted anymore?"

Yang Guo shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Golden Wheel Monk instinctively withdrew his hand, reached out and grabbed the iron plaque tightly in his hand.

He looked down and his expression changed drastically.

That was none other than the unique black iron token from White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, an extremely important token!

The Dharma King's palm strike, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, abruptly stopped an inch above Yang Guo's head.

The fierce palm strike made Yang Guo's face sting, and his black hair flew wildly.

"How did this brand end up in your hands? Where's Shen Buyan?!"

The Dharma King stared intently at Yang Guo with suspicion and asked in a deep voice.

It should be noted that the Black Wind Valley's Ten Thousand Poisons Formation relies entirely on the Snake King's inner core in Shen Buyan's possession as a medicinal ingredient.

How come this kid has Shen Buyan's personal keepsake?

Yang Guo coughed violently twice, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"You mean that old pervert who plays the bone flute?"

"I chopped him up and fed him to turtles long ago!"

"You old bald donkey, are you still foolishly waiting at the valley entrance for him to spread poisonous miasma? Keep dreaming!"

Upon hearing this, the Dharma King's pupils contracted sharply.

This kid actually knows about the Poisonous Miasma Formation?

This is a top-secret internal plan; absolutely no outsiders know about it!

Seeing the Dharma King's hesitant actions, Yang Guo immediately realized that his plan had worked.

Although the old monk was extremely skilled in martial arts, he was suspicious by nature, and this was his only chance to break the deadlock today.

"Why do you think I dared to come to Black Wind Valley all by myself?"

"You really think I'm some kind of idiot who came here to die?"

While loudly attracting the Dharma King's attention, Yang Guo secretly mobilized his meager internal energy to carefully protect his broken left arm bone and damaged heart meridian.

"What exactly do you mean?"

The Dharma King narrowed his eyes, a faint unease rising in his heart.

Yang Guo supported himself on the ground with his right hand and pointed to Guo Jing, who was leaning against a rock behind him.

"Black Wind Valley is a deadly place, easy to enter but difficult to leave. Do you think you're the only one who knows this?"

"As the commander-in-chief of Xiangyang, would Uncle Guo have brought only five hundred light cavalry here to die without thorough preparation?"

"You old bald monk, use your wooden brain and think this through!"

The Dharma King glanced suspiciously at the heavily injured Guo Jing, then at the confident Yang Guo.

At this moment, Guo Jing also looked completely bewildered.

He had no idea what Yang Guo was doing in Hu Ze, but he was a seasoned veteran with extensive combat experience, and he immediately realized that Yang Guo was using a trick to buy time.

So Guo Jing simply shut his mouth and didn't say a word, instead focusing on healing his injuries.

Yang Guo continued his frantic, spittle-flecked outburst:

"Someone in Xiangyang accepted ten chests of gold from you, promising to hold back and not send reinforcements. Do you think this deal was done discreetly?"

"To tell you the truth, those ten chests of gold were already on display in the main hall of the Xiangyang government office last night!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out:

"That's impossible! Huo Du handled this personally!"

"That good-for-nothing Huo Du, I beat him like a dead dog, how could he possibly be reliable?"

Yang Guo sneered repeatedly, thinking to himself that he had just thought so.

Then he continued to deceive:

"Three thousand elite cavalry from our Great Song Dynasty have long been lying in ambush around the outskirts of Black Wind Valley!"

"As for the three hundred pounds of gunpowder you buried in the narrowest part of the valley, I and my men doused it with water long ago!"

"You're all alone now, and you still dare to act like a big shot in front of me!"

These words were all fabricated by Yang Guo to trick him, half true and half false.

The gunpowder was indeed destroyed by Yang Guo, and Shen Buyan did indeed die at his hands.

But there were no three thousand elite troops outside the valley at all, and the gold in the Xiangyang government office was just something he made up on the spot.

However, Yang Guo was a non-professional actor who played minor roles in his previous life, so his performance at this time was flawless.

Although his face was covered in blood and he looked disheveled, his eyes were fierce and he was full of confidence, not at all like someone who was in dire straits and could lose his life at any moment.

The suspicious nature of the Golden Wheel Monk began to frantically gnaw at his mind.

He glanced at his two seriously injured disciples lying on the ground in the distance, then at the black iron plaque in his hand.

Shen Buyan has indeed not shown up yet, and the poison array has indeed not been successfully set up.

If Shen Buyan was indeed killed by Yang Guo, and the gunpowder was destroyed by him, then it means that Yang Guo already knew about his plan.

But he still let Guo Jing get involved. Could it be that he had really fallen for this kid's treacherous scheme?

Was Guo Jing deliberately sent as bait to capture them all in one fell swoop?

"Master...don't listen to him...don't listen to his nonsense...kill him..."

Huo Du, lying on the ground in the distance, let out a weak cry.

Yang Guo suddenly glared at Huo Du and started cursing:

"Huo Du! You traitorous bastard! Stop acting!"

"If you hadn't taken my money and revealed this old bald monk's entire plan, would I have known so much?"

"And now you're putting on this act, pretending to be a loyal and filial son!"

After hearing Yang Guo's filthy words, Huo Du rolled his eyes in anger.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fainted from anger.

The expression on the face of the Golden Wheel Dharma King was unpredictable.

He already harbored resentment towards Huo Du for his incompetence, and upon hearing Yang Guo's words, his doubts were amplified even further.

"Yang Guo, don't try to fool this old monk!"

"Regardless of whether there are ambushes outside, I will kill you first, and then I will kill Guo Jing!"

The Golden Wheel Monk gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with killing intent once more, and slowly raised his palm.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

This old man is really hard to fool; he's too eager to kill.