Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 84 Huo Du's Escape

The square in front of Chongyang Palace was littered with corpses. Most of the once arrogant Mongol warriors were dead or wounded, and the remaining soldiers had long since abandoned their armor and weapons, trembling and cowering to the side, no longer capable of fighting.

The outcome was already clear, and everyone's eyes were focused on Su Yan at the front of the battle.

The young man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his chilling killing intent still lingering. His cold gaze was fixed on Huo Du and Darba, and the air was so still it was suffocating.

Huo Du was terrified, his legs trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat streaming down his forehead and soaking his brocade robe. He stared intently at Su Yan, his fear reaching its peak.

Knowing that he would surely perish if he continued to resist, his previous arrogance vanished, and he quickly put on a fawning and begging face, bowing and scraping before Su Yan, his tone extremely humble.

"Please calm down, Daoist Master! This junior was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. My trespassing into Chongyang Palace was a moment of foolishness. My disciples were only acting under orders and had no intention of provoking us. I was wrong today. I will leave with my men now and never set foot on Zhongnan Mountain again. I beg you, Daoist Master, to show mercy and spare my life!"

He acted with such sincerity, bowing repeatedly.

Although Darba was simple and honest, he knew how to protect his junior brother when he was out. He stood in front of Huo Du, holding the Vajra Pestle tightly. His big, copper-bell-like eyes were full of fear, but he still stared intently at Su Yan.

Su Yan saw through Huo Du's scheme at a glance, and a cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

Such a treacherous and cunning person, if let go today, will surely return in the future and continue to wreak havoc on the Central Plains martial arts world. We must nip this in the bud. Without saying another word, his inner strength surged again. With a stomp of his foot, fine cracks appeared on the bluestone pavement. He strode straight toward Huo Du, his killing intent palpable, clearly intending to leave the two of them here forever.

Seeing this, Huo Du's last shred of hope vanished completely. Knowing that Su Yan was determined to take his life, he was terrified. He scanned his surroundings and saw that Su Yan was already striding closer. He immediately roared and shouted urgently to Darba beside him.

"Senior brother, let's join forces to fight the enemy!"

Upon hearing his junior brother's shout, Darba's eyes widened in fury, and his brute strength surged. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Huo Du, the two of them attacked Su Yan together. Darba took the pure power route, swinging the thousand-pound Vajra Pestle first. He mustered all the strength in his body, and the Vajra Pestle, carrying the immense force of a mountain-shattering blow, roared through the air. Its fierce energy swept in all directions, aiming straight for Su Yan's head, determined to severely injure him with a single blow.

Huo Du specializes in the Gale and Thunder Technique, his movements are agile and unpredictable, as fast as lightning. His paper fan opens and closes, creating a whirlwind. His moves are cunning and ruthless, targeting Su Yan's vital points and weaknesses for surprise attacks. With one being powerful and the other fast, one fierce and the other unpredictable, the two masters join forces for an unparalleled offensive.

Su Yan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic despite being attacked from both sides.

With a light tap of his feet using the Golden Goose Technique, his figure moved like a startled swan soaring through the air, easily dodging Darba's powerful thunderous pestle. The pestle slammed into the bluestone slab, instantly creating a half-foot-deep crater, with fragments of stone flying everywhere.

He then spun around and took a step, precisely dodging Huo Du's unpredictable and sudden attack with his Gale-Thunder Technique. The cold light of the paper fan brushed past his clothes without harming him in the slightest.

Darba missed his first attack, and roared as he swung his pestle again, the pestle moving so tightly that it was impenetrable. The fierce energy rolled in layers, completely blocking all of Su Yan's escape routes. Huo Du followed closely behind, pushing his Gale-Thunder Technique to its limit. His figure turned into several afterimages, and his paper fans pierced towards Su Yan from all directions, so fast that only streaks of cold light remained.

Su Yan's eyes sharpened, and he stopped dodging. He poured all his inner strength into his right fist and unleashed the Great Subduing Demon Fist, directly clashing with Darba's Demon-Subduing Pestle.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed across the square, and a powerful surge of energy swept across the area, sending dust billowing several meters into the air.

Darba felt an incomparably powerful force surge into his body through the pestle, causing his arms to go numb and his blood to surge. He staggered back several steps, the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattering inch by inch. Taking advantage of the moment when Su Yan had just dissipated his old strength and had not yet generated new strength, Huo Du pushed his Gale Thunder Technique to its peak, and in a flash, he circled around to Su Yan's side, his paper fan stabbing straight at Su Yan's back!

Su Yan struck out with a palm technique from the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm, his condensed, wave-like force precisely striking the paper fan. Huo Du was known for his agility, but his internal strength was far inferior to Su Yan's. He felt a sharp pain in his palm, the paper fan almost slipped from his hand, and his chest was severely injured by the residual force. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to the ground!

"Junior brother!"

Seeing this, Darba's eyes widened in fury. He immediately dropped his vajra and rushed towards Su Yan to engage in a fierce battle, resorting to desperate measures.

Huo Du clutched his aching chest, his face ashen white. He knew he had no chance of winning today, and that continuing the fight would surely mean his death. He gritted his teeth and bit his tongue, unleashing a secret blood-burning technique from the Mongolian Tantric sect. His aura surged dramatically, his face flushed an eerie crimson, and his speed and power increased several times over in an instant.

Knowing full well that he was no match for Su Yan, he stopped fighting and used the internal energy activated by the secret technique to unleash the ultimate power of the Gale and Thunder Technique. His figure was like a streak of light as he rushed towards the dense forest of Zhongnan Mountain. Before leaving, he turned back and roared, his voice fierce and ruthless.

"Senior brother, hold on! I'll go back and ask Master to come and avenge you. We'll raze the Quanzhen Sect to the ground!"

In the blink of an eye, Huo Du's figure disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, leaving no trace.

Darba turned around and saw that Huodu had abandoned him and fled. He was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He roared in Mongolian and then cursed in broken Chinese.

"Huo Du! You shameless scoundrel! Aaaaaah!"

Consumed by rage, he lunged at Su Yan again with bloodshot eyes, his attacks becoming increasingly frenzied.

Su Yan's eyes were cold, unwilling to get entangled with him any longer. He gathered the powerful internal force of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm in his right palm and struck out directly.

With a muffled thud, the palm struck Darba's chest heavily. Darba was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting out blood as he flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, severely injured and unable to get up.

Darba lay on the ground panting, looking at Su Yan with no fighting spirit left in his eyes, only pleading on his face, begging for mercy in broken Chinese.

"Daoist Master... spare my life... let me go back and kill this villain, avenge myself... I will return to Chongyang Palace... and accept my fate... to atone for my sins!"

After saying that, he struggled to raise his hand and swear to the heavens, his expression extremely solemn.

"I, Darba, swear to the heavens! If I break this promise today...may I be struck by lightning...may I never be reincarnated!"

Su Yan pondered for a moment, then spoke softly.

"I will spare your life. Go back and take your revenge. Also, tell your master, the Golden Wheel Monk, that I, Su Yan, look forward to meeting him and instruct him to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill properly. I will be waiting for him at Chongyang Palace at any time."

Darba felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He kowtowed heavily to Su Yan, struggled to his feet, picked up the Vajra Pestle from the ground, and staggered down the mountain, his eyes filled with anger.

Thus, the Mongol forces led by Khodu and Darba were completely defeated, with nearly a hundred elite soldiers killed or wounded. The mastermind Khodu fled in a bloody escape, and Darba left with serious injuries. The crisis at Chongyang Palace was finally completely resolved.

Upon seeing this, the Quanzhen disciples in the square relaxed and cheered, their cheers soaring into the sky, sweeping away the oppression and fear of the past few days.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the other six disciples of Quanzhen Sect looked pleased, stroking their beards and nodding repeatedly. Guo Jing stood aside, watching Su Yan's figure, his admiration and surprise growing stronger.