Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 83 Rescue the Main Hall

In the square in front of Chongyang Palace, the standoff between the two sides had reached its peak, and the air was so still that it seemed as if a spark could ignite at any moment.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and the other six Quanzhen disciples stood side by side at the front of the formation, their Xuanmen true energy secretly circulating, their Daoist robes fluttering without wind, their expressions as cold as frost. Guo Jing strode forward, his burly figure as imposing as a mountain, his profound inner strength spreading out, steadily protecting the Quanzhen disciples behind him, his own light shining brightly as he kept a close watch on Huo Du and Darba.

Seeing that the Quanzhen Sect refused to back down, Huo Du's arrogance turned into ruthlessness. He slammed his paper fan shut and shouted sharply.

"What an ungrateful Chongyang Palace! Since you won't listen to reason, then don't blame us for using force. Today, we'll raze your Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain to the ground!"

Darba also brandished his vajra, his eyes wide with rage, and roared like a bell.

As soon as the two finished speaking, three or four hundred Mongolian warriors behind them roared in unison, drew their scimitars and thrust their spears forward, like a tidal wave about to crush them, and a bloody battle was about to break out.

Qiu Chuji was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, and half of his long sword was already drawn, its cold light flashing, as he roared.

"You Mongol barbarians, cease your arrogant words! Today you will pay the price!"

Guo Jing clenched his fists, his Dragon Subduing Palm ready to strike. The Quanzhen disciples shouted in unison, tightening the Heavenly Dipper Formation once more, preparing to fight to the death.

At this critical moment, when a great battle was about to break out, a series of extremely mournful screams suddenly erupted from the Mongol army formation behind the Chongyang Palace gate!

The heart-wrenching screams pierced the deathly silence of the standoff, causing both sides, who were about to fight, to pause in astonishment and turn to look at the source of the sound.

A figure was seen using the Quanzhen Golden Goose Skill to its fullest extent, his toes not touching the bluestone ground, walking on air, appearing behind the Mongol army formation like a startled swan soaring through the sky.

The newcomer's clothes fluttered in the wind; it was none other than Su Yan, who had rushed to the rescue!

His inner strength surged like a vast ocean, and he didn't engage in any fighting with the soldiers. He unleashed punches and palm strikes simultaneously, displaying unparalleled divine power with every casual movement.

The Great Subduing Demon Fist at the Great Completion Realm is fierce and evil-breaking. The fist force condenses into a tangible fist imprint, which crashes down and sends a group of enemy soldiers flying. The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm has a long-lasting aftereffect. The palm wind sweeps across and overturns a group of soldiers. The energy waves formed by internal force hit a large area at a time. The leather armor and weapons of the Mongol soldiers are like paper in front of him. They scream and fall to the ground one after another, completely powerless to fight back.

At the same time, a slender and agile figure, like a swallow flying through the forest, darted straight into the dense crowd of Mongol soldiers; it was Su Ye.

Holding a long sword, she seamlessly integrated her movements with her swordsmanship, weaving freely through the flashing blades and spears. Her sword flashed like lightning, each strike aimed directly at the enemy's throat and vital points. Without dodging or avoiding, she was ruthless and decisive, leaving Mongol soldiers lying on the ground, their blood splattering everywhere she went. She carved a bloody path through the crowded enemy ranks, and no one could withstand her sharp edge.

This sudden and swift attack caught the Mongol army completely off guard. Their rear formation collapsed instantly, and the soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, trampling each other in the process, their cries of agony echoing across the square.

When the six disciples of Quanzhen saw who it was, they were first taken aback, and then their faces lit up with joy!

"It's Su Yan! My disciple Su Yan has returned!"

Qiu Chuji laughed loudly, his voice shaking the entire audience, sweeping away the heavy pressure of the past few days.

Ma Yu's hand holding the whisk trembled slightly, and his aged face was full of satisfaction.

"With Su Yan here, our Quanzhen Sect has nothing to worry about today!"

Guo Jing's eyes lit up as he stared intently at Su Yan, who was subduing his enemy in mid-air, his heart pounding with shock.

He had learned the Nine Yin Manual by chance in his early years, and at a glance he recognized the Great Subduing Demon Fist used by Su Yan as the ultimate technique hidden in the manual! This fist contains the essence of the Nine Yin Manual's authentic internal strength and has always been extremely secretive. He never thought that he would see such a pure and perfect Great Subduing Demon Fist in the hands of a junior of Quanzhen.

Su Yan's lightness skill has reached the realm of walking on air, and his fist and palm power is terrifying. He has also integrated the Nine Yin Manual and the Quanzhen Xuanmen martial arts into a perfect whole. Such talent and cultivation far surpass those of his peers, and he has already joined the ranks of the top in the martial arts world!

Yang Guo, who was being protected in the back hall, also clung to the pillars and peered out. Seeing Su Yan traversing the air to kill enemies and being invincible, his small eyes instantly shone with a fervent light of admiration. He clenched his fists, his heart filled with longing.

Su Yan lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed gracefully, her breathing steady as usual. Su Ye followed closely behind, her longsword dripping blood. The two stood side by side and fought their way to the front of the main hall, where they successfully joined up with the Six Masters of Quanzhen and Guo Jing.

Su Yan glanced at his teachers Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and others, and spoke in a calm and composed tone.

"Master, fellow disciples, I'm late."

Guo Jing, who stood beside him, had an extraordinary bearing. Although Su Yan felt that he looked familiar, he had never seen him before, so he remained silent for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji quickly stepped forward with a smile to introduce Guo Jing, first pointing to him.

"Su Yan, this is Guo Jing, known in the martial arts world as the Great Hero Guo, who has a very deep connection with our Quanzhen Sect."

Then he turned to Guo Jing and said...

"Jing'er, this is the disciple I mentioned to you, Su Yan."

Guo Jing immediately cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, his tone full of heartfelt admiration.

"Master Su, you possess such divine power at such a young age; I, Guo, am truly impressed!"

Su Yan returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute, his expression humble.

"Master Guo is too kind."

After the two finished exchanging greetings, Su Yan turned his head instantly, his gaze as cold as ice, staring intently at Huo Du and Darba, whose faces were pale in front of them. His voice was firm and resounding throughout the entire square.

"So, it's you who want to raze Chongyang Palace to the ground?"

Huo Du's face was deathly pale, cold sweat had already soaked through his inner robes, and he was trembling uncontrollably. He stared intently at Su Yan, looking at the awe-inspiring and unyielding divine might surrounding the young man, and then glancing at the routed and corpse-strewn Mongol elite behind him. A monstrous wave of horror surged in his heart, and a fear that came from the very marrow of his bones grew wildly.

He was a direct disciple of the Mongolian National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King. He had been practicing under his master since childhood and knew how terrifying the pressure from top masters could be.

But the Su Yan before them was barely twenty years old, yet the way he had just unleashed a punch from mid-air and swept away thousands of troops with his palm—his unparalleled internal strength...

The incredibly powerful moves made him feel as if he were facing his master, the Golden Wheel Monk, in a breathless situation!

Huo Du was terrified. This young man from the Quanzhen Sect had already achieved unfathomable internal strength at such a young age, and his fist and palm power was in no way inferior to his master's. When did Chongyang Palace produce such an extraordinary genius?

He was confident that he could crush Chongyang Palace and intimidate the Central Plains martial arts world by leading three hundred elite troops, but the appearance of Su Yan was like a towering mountain in front of him, crushing all his arrogance and calculations to dust.

He knew that if he continued fighting, he would surely perish here today. His previous arrogance and haughtiness vanished, and all he could think about was fleeing in panic and trying to save his life.

Although Darba was simple-minded and foolish, lacking in cunning and scheming, he could clearly sense the terrifying and unassailable aura emanating from Su Yan, which far surpassed his own and Huo Du's.

The hundred-pound demon-subduing pestle in his hand trembled slightly involuntarily. The innate divine strength he used to rely on was now completely useless. His large, bell-like eyes were full of fear as he stared intently at Su Yan. His whole body was tense, and he no longer dared to roar and shout like before. This siege, which he thought was a sure thing, was completely reversed because of Su Yan's lightning-fast reinforcement.

On the plaza, the Quanzhen disciples were in high spirits, the Tiangang Beidou Formation exuded a chilling sword aura, and the two great masters, Guo Jing and Su Yan, stood side by side. The righteous energy of the Xuanmen soared into the sky, while the Mongol soldiers were terrified and their formations were scattered. The outcome of the battle was already clear.