Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 82 The Outdated Villain

Su Yan and Su Ye moved like lightning, speeding along the path at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. They were only a few miles away from the walls of Chongyang Palace when the sounds of clashing weapons and the screams of Quanzhen disciples could be heard from the mountains.

The two men's expressions suddenly hardened, knowing that something must have happened. They accelerated their lightness skills even further, turning into two afterimages as they rushed away, wanting to clarify the matter as soon as possible and rush to the aid of their sect.

The scene on the mountain path deep in the dense forest was extremely tragic.

Three Quanzhen disciples, tasked with patrolling the foot of the mountain, formed a makeshift sword formation, desperately trying to stop four figures fleeing in disarray. The black iron chains dragged across the bluestone pavement with a piercing clang. The four men chained to the chains, their clothes tattered and covered in wounds, still radiated ferocity; they were none other than Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Hou Tonghai, and Lingzhi Shangren, the escapees from prison.

The Quanzhen disciples kept their master's instructions in mind. Knowing they were no match for the enemy, they still fought bravely and fearlessly, twirling their longswords and thrusting them at the vital points of the four men, attempting to stop the group of escaped prisoners.

However, Sha Tongtian and his three companions were notorious bandits in the martial arts world for many years. Even though their collarbones were pierced by iron chains and their internal energy was greatly depleted, their remaining strength was still far superior to that of ordinary guards.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Sha Tongtian roared, his beard and hair standing on end, and his palms, imbued with unparalleled power, slammed out, shattering the longsword in a disciple's hand. The heavy palm wind slammed into the disciple's chest.

The disciple coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a tree trunk and dying instantly.

Peng Lianhu's eyes were sinister. He flicked his dry fingers silently, sending out dozens of wooden spurs that accurately struck the throats of the other two disciples.

The two disciples clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground. Their limbs twitched for a moment before they died completely. Blood slowly flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slabs, staining the path at the foot of the mountain red.

In just a few breaths, the three loyal Quanzhen disciples who protected the sect were all killed. Seeing this, Sha Tongtian and his three companions became even more arrogant. Dragging heavy iron chains, they staggered down the mountain with all their might, trying to take advantage of the fact that Chongyang Palace was being held back by Mongolian experts to completely escape from Zhongnan Mountain, where they had been imprisoned for many years.

Just then, Su Yan and Su Ye arrived at full speed and witnessed this bloody scene. Su Yan's gaze was as cold as ice as he swept over the disciples' corpses on the ground and then landed on the four fleeing people. He instantly identified the four people and understood what had happened.

This marks the third time that Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Hou Tonghai, and Lingzhi Shangren have escaped from prison. These villains, who aided and abetted the wicked in the past, were subdued by Zhou Botong and imprisoned by the Quanzhen Sect. Now, they have taken advantage of the chaos to commit murder and kill the disciples on duty, truly deserving of death.

Su Ye looked at his fellow disciples who had died tragically on the ground, his face turned pale with anger. He gripped his long sword tightly, and then noticed the attire of Sha Tongtian and the others. He couldn't help but ask a question.

"Brother Yan, who are they? They're acting so strangely."

Su Yan spoke in a low voice, introducing the backgrounds of the four people to Su Ye one by one, his tone cold and devoid of any warmth.

"These four men were notorious bandits in the martial arts world a few years ago. The leader, Sha Tongtian, nicknamed the Ghost Gate Dragon King, was once the head of the Yellow River Gang. His palm strikes were incredibly powerful, and he was skilled in naval warfare. Next to him, Peng Lianhu, known as the Thousand-Handed Butcher, was a ruthless and vicious bandit. He was cunning, shrewd, and ruthless, and he was also skilled in using poison needles and hidden weapons. The one with three tumors on his forehead and a long, blue face was Hou Tonghai, nicknamed the Three-Headed Dragon. He was Sha Tongtian's junior brother, and although he was simple-minded, he possessed astonishing strength. Finally, the one dressed as a lama was Master Lingzhi, from the Qinghai Handprint Sect. His Great Handprint and Poison Sand Palm were extremely insidious."

Su Yan's eyes were cold as he spoke in a deep voice, clearly clarifying the situation for Su Ye.

"Of course. The Yellow River Gang they belong to has long been destroyed. It's just a coincidence in name with the Yellow River Gang we encountered before; they are not the same gang at all. These four are notorious bandits in the martial arts world, committing numerous evils and remaining unrepentant. Today, they dared to kill my Quanzhen disciples. We must not let them leave."

He then explained the backgrounds of the four people to Su Ye one by one, his tone devoid of any warmth.

Upon hearing Su Yan reveal their identities and witnessing him expose their evil deeds, the four men immediately revealed their vicious nature. Sha Tongtian's eyes were bloodshot as he dragged his chains and roared.

"You brat, how dare you ruin our plans and expose my secrets! Today we'll kill you too, take your belongings, and escape from Zhongnan Mountain!"

Su Yan remained calm, sidestepped the sweeping iron chain, and turned to Su Ye.

"These four are already at their last gasp. You can make your move now. Be careful of their poisoned needles and palm strikes. Don't hold back. Avenge our fallen comrades and prevent future troubles."

Su Ye nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with anger. He could no longer contain his rage.

With a clear "clang," the longsword flashed with cold light. Su Ye's figure swayed, and he used the Golden Goose Skill to float out like a wild goose, instantly cutting into the encirclement of the four.

Peng Lianhu struck first, bending down to pick up the longsword left behind by a Quanzhen disciple, its blade still stained with the blood of his fellow disciple. He was not skilled in swordsmanship, but having spent many years in the martial world, he had some experience. He immediately abandoned the orthodox sword techniques and wielded the longsword as if it were a single-edged sword, slashing and hacking wildly with wide, sweeping strokes. His moves were ruthless and cunning, pressing forward relentlessly, aiming directly at Su Ye's shoulders and heart, three vital points, instantly sealing off all her escape routes.

Sha Tongtian roared and charged forward, his palms fierce and powerful, aiming straight for Su Ye's chest.

Su Ye neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used his longsword to slash diagonally, precisely aiming at Sha Tongtian's wrist pulse point, forcing him to hastily withdraw his palm.

Hou Tonghai charged wildly with the iron chain, displaying immense brute force. However, Su Ye was agile and always managed to evade his attacks at the last second, causing all his brute force to miss its mark. Instead, he was entangled by the iron chain and staggered.

Seeing the opportunity, Master Lingzhi leaped into the air, his Poison Sand Palm striking directly at Su Ye's head. A dark light shone brightly from his palm, and the poisonous energy rushed towards him. Su Ye's eyes sharpened, and he thrust his longsword through the air, the tip of the sword precisely striking Master Lingzhi's Laogong acupoint in his palm. His internal energy flowed through the sword, directly shattering the poisonous energy that Master Lingzhi had been brewing for so long.

Master Lingzhi felt a sharp pain in his palm as if struck by lightning. He screamed and staggered back several steps. His Poison Sand Palm technique had been broken.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Ye suddenly increased the speed of his swordsmanship. The Quanzhen swordsmanship was agile and elegant, yet every move was deadly. As the sword shadows flew, they went straight for the vital points that killed the four people.

She leaped into the air, her longsword aimed straight at Peng Lianhu's throat. Caught off guard, Peng Lianhu hurriedly leaned back to dodge, but the blade still slashed his neck, blood gushing out. He collapsed to the ground, dead, ending his life of ruthless killing.

Upon seeing Peng Lianhu's tragic death, Sha Tongtian's eyes widened in fury, and he charged forward madly, dragging his iron chains along.

Su Ye sidestepped, lightly flicking his right foot to lift the iron chain on the ground, precisely binding it around Sha Tongtian's legs. Sha Tongtian lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. Su Ye followed the momentum, his long sword flashing coldly, piercing directly into Sha Tongtian's heart. This former Ghost Gate Dragon King finally fell at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, where he had committed evil deeds.

Seeing that both men had been killed, Hou Tonghai was terrified and tried to flee, but the chains binding him made it impossible for him to run fast. Su Ye quickly caught up, slashing with his longsword and striking Hou Tonghai in the back. Hou Tonghai groaned and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The last remaining Lingzhi Shangren trembled with fear, kneeling and kowtowing for mercy. But Su Ye looked at the corpse of his fellow disciple on the ground without a trace of pity. He thrust his long sword straight out, accurately piercing the man's chest and ending the life of this insidious lama.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the four villains—Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Hou Tonghai, and Lingzhi Shangren—who had escaped from prison three times and murdered their fellow disciples, were all executed, completely eliminating any future troubles.

The black iron chains were stained with blood, and four corpses lay in the forest, their former ferocity gone.

Su Ye sheathed her sword, gently wiped the bloodstains from her clothes, and turned to look at Su Yan, her voice choked with emotion, "Brother Yan, it's all settled. Let's hurry back to Chongyang Palace. Something must have happened there for them to escape."

Su Yan nodded slightly, stepped forward to check, and confirmed that the four were completely dead. He then squatted down and closed the eyes of the sacrificed disciple, and said in a deep voice.

"We must rush to Chongyang Palace to aid our commander!"

Without further delay, the two used their Quanzhen Lightness Skill again and sped off towards Chongyang Palace.