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

Xiaolongnu stood to one side, her usually calm and composed brows now slightly furrowed.

She has already explained that everyone should leave the area in front of the ancient tomb!

But now, instead of leaving, these people are fighting again in front of the ancient tomb.

Little Dragon Girl stopped watching and had no interest in watching this farce.

She lightly touched the ground with her feet, and her plain white clothes rose into the air, with white silk ribbons flying out from her sleeves like ribbons from the heavens.

As if possessing a soul, the white ribbon struck the weapons of the five people in the arena with precision—in an instant, longswords flew off, whips slipped from their hands, and giant hammers crashed to the ground.

With just a few moves, the area in front of the ancient tomb returned to calm once again.

Little Dragon Girl put the white silk back into her sleeve, and her pure white figure landed back on the field.

She didn't look at anyone; only her cool, indifferent voice came out a second time, with a faint hint of impatience mixed in.

"I'm saying this for the last time, everyone leave!"

Zhao Zhijing's longsword fell to the muddy ground at his feet, his chest heaving violently, like a weary horse that had run a thousand miles.

He glanced at the figure in white in the center of the field, then swept his gaze over the four equally disheveled and wounded burly men.

A surge of resentment, bitterness, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation welled up within me.

But he did not launch another attack.

The cold rain streamed down his temples, bringing back some of his composure.

He already knew in his heart that as long as Xiaolongnu was here tonight, there was no way he could capture these four people.

If this fight continues, I might end up meeting my ancestors before Yin Zhiping does.

In any case, if I go back alive, I can still argue with my senior brothers; but if I die here, I won't even have the chance to argue.

He shook the water off his head, bent down to pick up the longsword, and his gloomy gaze swept over everyone, lingering on Xiaolongnu for a few more breaths.

He then stopped talking and turned to walk towards Yin Zhiping, who was still unconscious.

When Shi Mang and the others saw him turn around and stop, they all cursed under their breath, but did not make any further moves.

Hu Xizu pulled out a wine gourd from his waist and poured the strong liquor onto Shi Mang's injured right arm.

Shi Mang was in so much pain that the veins on his forehead bulged, but he didn't utter a sound.

Liu Erxi tore off a strip of cloth and tightly bandaged his wound.

Shi Mang clenched his still sore hands, looked up and took a deep look at Zhao Zhijing who was turning back.

He knew that tonight's events were far from over, and the other person's gloomy gaze sent a chill down his spine.

But at this point, all his thoughts were useless. He bowed and cupped his hands to Xiaolongnu once more, saying:

"Thank you for your help, senior. We brothers will now descend the mountain and leave, and will never set foot here again."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Xiaolongnu did not respond, he turned back and whispered "retreat" to the remaining three, then turned and left towards the pine forest.

Hidden in the shadows, Yang Guo watched as the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, each leaving their own way. A surge of anger welled up in his heart once more.

He loosened his grip on the branch, and the rebellious Qi within his body erupted with full force!

His movements were extremely light, unlike Xiaolongnu's nimble and exquisite way of walking on rain without leaving a trace.

It was more like he had pushed his speed to the limit, so fast that even the raindrops seemed unable to catch up with him.

Just as Zhao Zhijing bent down and reached out his hand to pick up Yin Zhiping, who was lying in the mud, a hand silently pressed against his back!

Zhao Zhijing heard no sound of wind or footsteps, nor did he notice anyone approaching from behind.

This palm strike seemed to appear out of thin air from a spatial rift, striking out suddenly without any warning, and a dull thud reverberated through the rain.

Zhao Zhijing's body froze instantly. He tried to turn around, but he could only shift half an inch before he could go no further.

The thoughts in my mind are like a broken kite, impossible to stir up no matter what I do.

As his consciousness finally faded, he died without ever seeing who was behind him.

His body remained in the bent-over, outstretched position, but only for a brief moment.

Then, like a stone statue whose base had been removed, it tilted straight forward and crashed heavily into the muddy water beside Yin Zhiping.

The rain intensified, pouring down on his body like a waterfall, streaming down his wide-open eyes.

Yang Guo struck out with his palm without pausing, only sighing inwardly:

Is this what murder is? It's simpler than I imagined.

I've returned the sword you used to stab Uncle Guo; we're even now.

Although he had thoughts in his mind, his body did not falter at all. Using the force of the push from his palm strike, he sped straight into the stone gate of the ancient tomb.

I gently stepped into the muddy water with my toes, without splashing a single drop of water.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Guo's figure had already disappeared inside the stone gate.

The whole process was so fast that if everyone wasn't looking at the corpse lying on the ground, they might even feel like they were hallucinating through the rain.

Little Dragon Girl caught a glimpse of the figure disappearing into the tomb.

The figure in the white robes suddenly rose into the air, leaving a trail of afterimages in the rain, as if trying to enter the tomb to chase after the dark figure.

Her toes had just touched the bluestone slab when her gaze fell upon the rapidly shrinking shadow deep within the passageway.

The man was moving even faster than she had anticipated, and had already disappeared around the corner of the first fork in the road.

She pondered for three breaths but ultimately did not go inside to chase after him.

The tomb's forks in the path are as intricate as a spider web. The person who entered the ancient tomb was merely caught in a maze. If I were to rashly follow, it would only increase the chances of things going wrong.

The woman in white turned and walked slowly toward Granny Sun, no longer dwelling on the person who had broken into the ancient tomb.

The Four Fiends and their companions stood in the pine forest, their faces pale as they looked back at the figure that had fallen into the mud.

The living person who had been fighting them just moments before was now a cold corpse in an instant.

They only caught a fleeting glimpse of a blurry black shadow.

First came the white-clad girl with superb lightness skills, then the shadowy master with a strange figure who could kill with a single blow.

The series of events that happened tonight kept assaulting their minds, making it hard for them to distinguish whether what they were seeing was real or an illusion.

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Cunding's forehead, and he subconsciously swallowed.

Shi Mang was the first to regain his senses, his throat bobbing as he shouted in a deep voice:

"Hurry! Get out of here immediately!"

Without any further hesitation, the four of them strode forward and ran swiftly down the mountain, quickly disappearing into the pine forest.

Grandma Sun leaned against the boulder; the bleeding from the wound on her arm had long since stopped.

Her brows were furrowed, her face grim. Her gaze swept over the stiff corpse, then she looked up at the open stone door.

His lips moved for a moment, his hoarse voice trembling slightly:

"Young lady, was that a person or a ghost?"

"It's a person; they've entered the tomb."

Xiaolongnu's tone remained aloof, but her slightly furrowed brows betrayed the hidden worry in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun's brows furrowed with even greater worry, and she struggled to calm her trembling voice:

"Who is that person, and what is their purpose in entering the tomb? What if they are a master sent by Li Mochou..."

She didn't even dare to reveal all her thoughts.

First, they didn't know who the visitor was, and their fate was uncertain; second, they were afraid of disturbing Xiaolongnu's usually calm mind.

Looking at her worried face, Xiaolongnu gently comforted her:

"It's alright. The tomb is full of traps. Although that person is skilled in martial arts, he's not familiar with it. I'll just drive him out later."

Grandma Sun remained silent for a moment, her brows still furrowed, but she didn't say anything more.

Her gaze fell on Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing not far away, and she slowly spoke:

"Those two should both be Taoist priests from Chongyang Palace. One of them was injured while stopping those brutes. Leaving them here in this desolate forest and muddy ground is not a good idea..."

Little Dragon Girl glanced in the direction of her gaze, but did not respond.

In her eyes, the life and death of these two people were none of her business, and where their bodies were left was none of her concern.

Granny Sun knew Xiaolongnu's temperament well, so she didn't say much.

She slowly stood up, supporting herself against the stone wall, picked up the wooden staff that had fallen into the muddy water, and asked for permission:

"I will go and inform the Quanzhen Sect so that they can send someone to collect the body and rescue the person."

Little Dragon Girl glanced at her injured arm, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"I can walk, it's not a problem."

Grandma Sun leaned on her muddy wooden cane.

"I'll be right back. Young lady, you still need to be careful. The person in the tomb is of unknown origin, but his martial arts skills are quite impressive. You need to be cautious in dealing with him."

Xiaolongnu nodded slightly, responding indifferently, her cold eyes gazing once more into the deep passageway of the ancient tomb.

Seeing this, Granny Sun knew that the other party understood the gravity of the situation, so she stopped arguing and slowly walked along the mountain path towards Chongyang Palace, leaning on her wooden cane.

After she had walked more than ten steps, she heard a low, muffled sound as the stone gate slowly closed behind her, separating the inside from the outside, leaving only the desolate sound of wind and rain throughout the mountains.