The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

Huang Rong knelt in a pool of blood.

She held onto the unconscious Guo Fu tightly.

Blood stained her clothes.

Huang Rong stared at the black ash on the ground and the severed arm, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak.

Dark golden rings of fire burned at the edge of the training ground.

The air is distorted by heat.

Two whistling sounds came from outside the manor, one clear and bright, the other deep and resonant. The heroes all raised their heads sharply, looking in the direction from which the sounds came.

Two figures landed on the dilapidated courtyard wall of Lu Family Village.

The man on the left wore a blue robe and held a jade flute, while the man on the right carried a vermilion gourd and was missing a finger on his right index finger. They were none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, and Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar.

Huang Yaoshi's gaze swept across the training ground.

He saw Guo Jing, who was severely injured and vomiting blood, and then his gaze settled on Guo Fu in Huang Rong's arms. The severed right arm, cut off at the shoulder, came into view, and Huang Yaoshi's eyes twitched violently.

Huang Yaoshi's face darkened, and he remained silent. His green robe billowed as he used the momentum to leap forward, charging straight at Lin Yuan.

He flicked his jade flute repeatedly, the flute's shadow covering thirty-six major acupoints on Lin Yuan's body, each strike aimed at a vital point.

When Hong Qigong saw the Beggars' Sect elders kneeling on the ground and noticed Guo Jing's sunken chest, he immediately shouted.

He pushed forward with both hands, unleashing the "Shocking the Hundred Miles" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The force of his palms swept up the rubble on the ground, attacking Lin Yuan from the right.

Two of the Five Great Masters of the World joined forces in a single attack. The assembled heroes held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene.

In their view, with the two of them attacking at the same time, the gray-robed youth would have a hard time surviving.

Lin Yuan stood still, neither dodging nor retreating.

The true essence at the level of shattered void from the Great Tang plane began to circulate in his dantian. Dark golden qi then burst forth from his body.

The jade flute pierced the protective energy, but failed to penetrate even slightly.

A recoil force surged back along the flute, causing it to shatter inch by inch, starting from the tip. Huang Yaoshi's hand was split open, and blood splattered out. He groaned and forcefully twisted his waist to retreat.

At the same time, Lin Yuan raised his right hand and pointed out with his index finger using the One-Finger Divine Skill.

The dark gold energy met Hong Qigong's golden palm shadow, directly piercing through the palm wind.

Hong Qigong felt a sharp pain in his palm as his true energy was instantly dispersed.

He retreated fifteen steps, his feet scraping the ground, and with each step, a piece of the bluestone beneath his feet shattered.

The two stopped. Huang Yaoshi held the broken half of the flute, his right arm trembling uncontrollably.

Blood dripped from Hong Qigong's palm, and his breathing became rapid.

The drill ground was completely silent.

The crowd stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Even with the combined efforts of the two world's top experts, Lin Yuan couldn't be forced to retreat even a single step.

Yang Guo gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

He watched Lin Yuan's retreating figure, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sword.

This is a power that transcends everything, even the Five Greats must bow down.

Lin Yuan lowered his hand.

"Eastern Heretic, Northern Beggar," he said calmly. "At your age, you haven't learned the rules, but you're first-rate at protecting your own."

Huang Yaoshi retorted sternly, "You severed my granddaughter's arm, so it's only right that I kill you!"

Lin Yuan smirked: "She drowned my brother with an iron net and insulted my parents. It's only right that I cut off her arm."

Lin Yuan stared at Huang Yaoshi. "You flaunt your arrogance and disregard worldly conventions. To put it bluntly, you're just a scoundrel who believes in double standards. If someone provokes you, you kill their entire family. If your family provokes someone else, you still kill their entire family. Your evil is truly cheap."

Huang Yaoshi's face turned pale and then red, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a word. He was the one who set the rules of Peach Blossom Island, but today a young man had trampled them on with even more domineering rules.

Hong Qigong roared, "You heretic! You destroyed the Quanzhen Sect and injured Guo Jing; you cannot be allowed to live today!"

Lin Yuan turned to look at Hong Qigong. "Old beggar. Guo Jing used righteousness to suppress me, but you use good versus evil to suppress me."

Lin Yuan took a step forward.

"Peach Blossom Island poisoned me and crippled my bones, were you blind to that? The Quanzhen Sect killed me to cover it up, and you pretended to be deaf and dumb? You so-called heroes only care about the big picture of the martial world, not about your own lives. What kind of heroes are you, generous with other people's money?"

Hong Qigong stood there, stunned, and turned to look at Huang Rong and Guo Jing.

Guo Jing lowered his head and remained silent, while Huang Rong avoided his gaze.

Hong Qigong frowned, knowing there must be something hidden behind this.

He had killed 231 people in his life and believed that he had never killed a single one wrongly, but today he was stumped by a single question.

Just then, the ground began to shake.

The broken bowls on the table bounced and the vibrations became more and more intense.

Flames soared into the sky outside the village, and the sound of horses' hooves filled the air.

Three thousand Mongol vanguard soldiers surrounded Lujiazhuang. The coded message left by Huodu earlier prompted the Mongol army to launch a general offensive ahead of schedule.

The sound of bowstrings being pulled rang out in rapid succession.

The Mongol general, standing on high ground, saw the crippled Golden Wheel Monk, gritted his teeth, drew his scimitar, and swung it forward.

Release the arrows.

Rockets soared into the sky, their flames illuminating the night.

A dense barrage of arrows rained down on Lu Family Village with a whistling sound.

The heroes' faces turned ashen.

They had just been overwhelmed by Lin Yuan's overwhelming power and were completely powerless to withstand the onslaught of such a large-scale military formation.

Some people closed their eyes, while others scrambled to find cover.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong's expressions changed, and they each activated their inner energy to prepare to withstand the rain of arrows.

Guo Jing struggled to his feet and stood in front of Huang Rong.

In the corner, Ouyang Feng squatted on the ground.

He saw Hong Qigong unleash the starting stance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and a glimmer of clarity appeared in his cloudy eyes. He muttered, "Old beggar...fighting..."

The rocket landed less than ten feet above everyone's heads, and a wave of heat hit them.

Lin Yuan raised his head, his dark golden vertical pupils reflecting the flames filling the sky.

He let out an impatient snort.

"Even doing accounting gets swarmed by flies."

Lin Yuan slowly opened his arms. The true essence within his dantian erupted, and his dark golden vertical pupils shone even brighter.