Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

The air on the rocky hill seemed to freeze, and even the sound of the wind in the forest sounded distant at this moment.

The Four Fiends of Zhongnan watched this infighting among so-called righteous sects with great interest from the sidelines. They were so engrossed that they forgot they were in a dangerous situation.

Grandma Sun hid behind the boulder, her fingers gripping her cane tightly, turning slightly white.

Yang Guo lay among the pine branches, his gaze piercing through the layers of pine needles as he quietly observed everything.

Just when the stalemate reached its extreme, a pale bolt of lightning tore through the night sky without warning.

The lightning bolt, like a silver snake, cleaved down from the sky, illuminating the entire rocky hillside as bright as day.

The mocking expression on the Four Fiends' faces, the beads of sweat on Yin Zhiping's forehead, the cold smile on Zhao Zhijing's lips, Granny Sun's tightly pursed lips, and Yang Guo's slightly narrowed eyes.

Everyone's expression was frozen in that instant, becoming a pale, relief-like image.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderclap exploded overhead.

The thunder didn't seem to come from the sky; it sounded more like it was bursting out from the belly of Zhongnan Mountain.

The tremor caused the rubble on the rocky hill to tremble, the stone door of the ancient tomb to emit a low hum, and the heart of everyone in the chest to skip a beat.

Then, the rain came.

It wasn't a gradual drizzle, but a torrential downpour that poured down without any transition.

Large raindrops poured down from the sky, so densely packed that they seemed like thousands of whips lashing at the rocks, pine branches, and the faces of the people.

Raindrops splashed on the bluestone slabs, creating a white mist; they struck the blades, producing delicate ringing sounds; and they cascaded through the pine forest, creating a rushing, surging sound.

The torrential rain that had been brewing in Zhongnan Mountain all night finally poured down at this moment.

Shi Mang was the first to snap out of the stalemate after being drenched by the cold rain.

He shook his head sharply, his gaze quickly sweeping between Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing, and decisively took half a step back.

He lowered his voice and shouted:

"Stop watching the show, let's get out of here!"

Liu Erxi, Hu Xizu, and Chen Cunding did not hesitate at all.

Simultaneously retreating, the four of them quickly moved several meters away, rushing towards the weakest point on their side.

The torrential rain became their best cover.

The rain obscured their vision, the sound of the rain swallowed their footsteps, and the rain washed away their traces.

Shi Mang took the lead, his machete drawing a silver arc in the rain as he cleaved through the bushes blocking his path.

The moment the thunder roared, Yin Zhiping turned his head alertly. Caught off guard by the sight of the Four Fiends attempting to flee, he panicked and shouted sharply:

"Stop! Don't move!"

Almost instinctively, he activated the Golden Goose Technique at full power, his figure rising up in the torrential rain, and in a few leaps, he chased after the Four Fiends in the direction they had retreated.

His movement tore a white trail through the rain, soaking his robes instantly, but he paid no heed.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

He turned back in the rain, his voice piercing through the downpour, carrying an almost pleading urgency.

"Stop them for me!"

Zhao Zhijing was taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

But he didn't move immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and watched coldly as Yin Zhiping chased after the four dark figures in the rain. The cold lines at the corners of his mouth never relaxed.

Of course he wouldn't help.

The more chaotic the current situation is for him, the more advantageous it is for him.

The more urgently Yin Zhiping pursued, the more wounds he sustained, and the more conclusive the evidence became of his unauthorized departure from Chongyang Palace.

Once Yin Zhiping returns covered in injuries, the leverage he has over him will become even stronger.

The four demons pierced through the rain and were about to rush into the bushes at the edge of the pine forest.

Once inside the dense forest, under the cover of torrential rain and darkness, catching up with them becomes virtually impossible.

Shi Mang was secretly delighted and quickened his pace.

However, at that very moment, a hunched but upright figure emerged from behind the rocks, blocking their retreat route directly in front of them.

Another bolt of lightning struck, and the white light illuminated Granny Sun's wrinkled face.

Rainwater streamed down her gray hair and dripped onto the ground along the ebony shaft of her cane.

Her robes were already soaked, but her eyes, deep in wrinkles, shone with an astonishing brightness. Her gaze slowly swept over the Four Fiends, finally settling on Zhao Zhijing.

She had no good feelings towards the Quanzhen Sect, especially after Zhao Zhijing's slanderous remarks about Xiaolongnu and Yin Zhiping having an affair.

It also made her eyes burn with an undisguised anger.

"Stop right there! None of you are leaving today."

Grandma Sun spoke coldly, her voice not loud, but clearly audible in the sound of rain.

"Do you really think you can just come and go as you please from ancient tombs?"

The Four Fiends of Zhongnan were startled by the sudden appearance of the old woman, but they did not panic.

Shi Mang held his machete horizontally in front of him, and rainwater streamed down the blade.

Liu Erxi muttered "bad luck" under his breath behind him.

Hu Xizu tightly wrapped the nine-section whip around his wrist, while Chen Cunding slightly raised his giant hammer.

"Old woman, you can't stop the four of us by yourself."

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. Let's keep to ourselves."

Shi Mang said in a deep voice, rainwater streaming down the old scar on his forehead, making his already fierce face even more ferocious.

Grandma Sun did not answer.

Her response was to slam her cane down heavily, the end of which sank three-tenths of an inch into the stone, splashing water everywhere.

The attitude has been made clear!

Seeing this, the four evil spirits stopped talking and drew their weapons, attacking Granny Sun.

Hu Xizu was the first to launch an attack.

The nine-section whip moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole in the rain, its tip tearing through the rain curtain with a sharp whistling sound as it aimed straight for Granny Sun's face.

Grandma Sun tilted her cane, and the tip of the cane precisely struck the weakest section of the whip, deflecting the nine-section whip.

The whip tip grazed her ear and struck the stone wall behind her with a "snap," sending sparks flying that vanished in the rain.

But just as she parried the nine-section whip, Liu Erxi and Chen Cunding had already flanked her from both sides.

Liu Erxi's piercing dart shot out silently in the rain. The rain curtain obscured the sound of the dart cutting through the air, and by the time Granny Sun noticed it, the dart was already close at hand.

She quickly dodged to the side, a dart grazed her temple, snapping off a few strands of white hair that were knocked to the ground by raindrops, while another was narrowly knocked down by her cane.

Chen Cunding's giant hammer followed closely behind, the hammer blows whistling through the air. Though heavy and clumsy, it was powerful and forceful, forcing her to take two steps back.

Just as Granny Sun was being surrounded and forced to retreat by the three men, a tall, slender figure darted out from the rain.

Yin Zhiping was soaked to the bone, his short brown coat clinging to his body, rainwater dripping incessantly from his chin.

The tear in his left sleeve, caused by the nine-section whip, still lingered, with traces of blood seeping through, but his gaze remained resolute.

He landed behind the Four Fiends, crossed his palms, and assumed the starting stance of the Quanzhen Palm Technique, sandwiching the Four Fiends between him and Granny Sun.

The six people were locked in combat, their moves flying and their inner strength surging.

Yin Zhiping's Quanzhen Palm Technique is upright and harmonious, with each strike carrying a righteous and awe-inspiring energy.

The palm strike sent raindrops scattering in all directions, creating a transparent ripple in the air.

Granny Sun's movements in the ancient tomb were light and elusive, her figure swaying left and right in the rain, making it impossible to predict where she would land next.

The ebony staff gleamed from the rain, tracing dark arcs in the night.

The two, one orthodox and the other unorthodox, complemented each other perfectly in their life-or-death battle, even without prior rehearsal.