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

At this moment, how could she still be the fearsome and powerful Red Serpent Fairy who roamed the martial world?

She was just a foolish woman trapped by love, obsessed with it for half her life, and humbly seeking love, her heart filled with the vain expectation of her long-cherished wish being fulfilled.

Yang Guo gazed silently at her crazed and foolish appearance, his heart filled with understanding:

Li Mochou's mind has been completely clouded by the infatuation she felt more than ten years ago, and she can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Everything I do at this moment is a manifestation of my deepest obsession, not a deliberate pretense or affectation.

What is love in this world? It makes people willing to die for each other... Half a lifetime of madness, a lifetime of love's suffering, Li Mochou can be considered a complete yandere.

Yang Guo suppressed his inner turmoil, a faint, playful smile playing on his lips, and nodded slightly.

"Very well, then you may come with me."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou trembled slightly, then was overjoyed.

All the crimson fury, madness, and resentment in his eyes vanished, replaced by extreme joy and anticipation.

She nodded repeatedly, her eyes gentle and almost intoxicating, completely immersed in the illusory joy of her long-cherished wish being fulfilled, as if the bitterness of half a lifetime of longing had finally been fulfilled at this moment.

But before this ultimate joy could even linger in her heart for three breaths, the light and shadow before her eyes suddenly changed!

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap suddenly pierced the forest, shattering all the illusions of tenderness.

The joy on Li Mochou's face had not completely faded, but her fair and delicate right cheek was already swollen and red.

Her head was knocked to one side, and her mouth split open instantly, with warm blood mixed with saliva and snot spraying from her mouth and nose.

Uncontrollably, he was thrown sideways into the air, his apricot-yellow Taoist robe swaying in the air like a yellow butterfly with broken wings, crashing heavily onto the fallen leaves, his body tumbling several times before finally coming to a stop.

Yang Guo's palm strike was perfectly timed and controlled, without injuring her bones or internal organs, yet it was enough to leave her completely disoriented.

Li Mochou lay sprawled in a pile of fallen leaves, her body trembling violently, her chest heaving as she felt nauseous, and she dry heaved repeatedly.

Her lips and chin were covered in blood and saliva, and her once peerless beauty was completely gone. She was stunned and helpless, and all that remained was her disheveled appearance.

With trembling hands, she raised her delicate hand and gently touched her swollen, burning cheek. The excruciating pain was crystal clear, and all her hopes and dreams shattered and vanished, leaving only shock and agony on her face.

She looked up in disbelief, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Guo, her voice hoarse and broken, filled with anger, as she roared:

"You're not Lu Lang! You brat! How dare you hit me?! I'll kill you!!"

Wang Qingyuan, hiding behind a tree, saw the stark contrast in the scene and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The fear in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by a lively and charming expression.

Wang Zhengsong, who was struggling to his feet despite his internal injuries, and all the Wang family guards present were dumbfounded and stood there, their faces filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

In the martial arts world, everyone knows that Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, has roamed the martial arts world for more than a decade with few rivals. She is also known for her unpredictable temper and ruthless killing. Ordinary masters can only flee and perish when they encounter her.

But this seemingly young, simply dressed gray-robed boy was able to slap Li Mochou in public. Such courage and skill completely overturned everyone's understanding of martial arts.

Yang Guo remained calm and composed, showing no signs of emotion. He simply raised his hand to press down the felt hat on his head, and then slowly rolled up the sleeves of his clothes. His movements were leisurely and elegant, exuding the composure of a master.

He lowered his gaze to Li Mochou, whose murderous aura had reignited on the ground, and said casually:

"You were just willing to follow me, and now you want to kill me? Fine, I'll stand right here and wait for you to kill me."

His brief response, though brief, was full of contempt, instantly igniting all the resentment and anger in Li Mochou's heart.

Her inner strength surged wildly, and she slammed her palm on the ground, launching herself into the air like an arrow. She then charged forward recklessly towards Yang Guo.

Her left wrist trembled repeatedly, and three more Ice Soul Silver Needles shot out, carrying a piercing poisonous light, aiming for Yang Guo's throat, heart, and lower abdomen—three vital points.

At the same time, he swung his right hand whisk with all his might, and hundreds of silver threads stretched straight like knives and sharp as blades, sweeping out like a storm, wanting to tear Yang Guo to pieces and vent his hatred.

Faced with Li Mochou's all-out attack, Yang Guo remained calm and showed no fear. White Qi swirled around him, enveloping his entire body.

Without flinching, he strode forward, meeting the biting poison needles and silver threads with graceful and fluid movements.

As the three cold glints swept towards Yang Guo, those poison needles that terrified others and killed instantly upon contact were deflected by him as easily as a gentle breeze brushing against a willow branch, all missing their mark.

The silver whisk that could tear apart the bones and flesh of an ordinary martial artist was now lashing fiercely at his chest, but it couldn't even leave a faint mark, and couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Seeing this extremely bizarre scene before her, Li Mochou's pupils shrank dramatically, and a huge wave of emotions surged within her.

This time, I have exhausted all my cultivation, yet I could not even harm my opponent in the slightest!

She had roamed the martial arts world for over a decade, encountering countless masters and experiencing countless battles, yet she had never seen such bizarre and powerful methods. Was the person before her a human or a ghost?

Extreme horror and fear surged into Li Mochou's heart instantly, making her feel a chill run through her body. She immediately wanted to turn back and escape from this place.

But Yang Guo's movements were far faster than hers.

Before she could turn around, the gray shadow flashed and was already right in front of her, giving her no chance to escape.

Yang Guo raised his right hand high.

Snapped!

Another crisp, loud slap landed, swift and decisive, striking Li Mochou's left cheek hard.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Li Mochou let out a soft, delicate cry, spitting out blood. She staggered back several steps, swaying unsteadily and almost unable to stand.

At this moment, both of her cheeks were swollen, her once stunning beauty was nowhere to be seen, and her aura was chaotic and dissipated, her rhythm completely disrupted, leaving her full of flaws.

But Yang Guo's gaze remained indifferent, giving her no chance to catch her breath or retaliate.

His figure closed in again, his palms rising and falling like the wind, attacking left and right!

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!*

More than ten crisp slaps echoed throughout the dense forest, each one sharp and continuous, landing precisely on Li Mochou's cheek.

Li Mochou's head was whipped from side to side, her apricot-yellow Taoist robe fluttering wildly in the strong wind, her delicate body swaying precariously like a seedling in a storm, unable to support itself.

At first, she struggled and resisted fiercely in a fit of rage, but Yang Guo's movements were too fast and his palm technique too steady, so she didn't have time to raise her hand at all.

She tried to back away, but Yang Guo pressed on relentlessly, never giving her a chance to create any distance.

After several blows, she went from struggling in a fit of rage to passively enduring the blows. Her mind became increasingly muddled, her vision blurred, and all her internal energy dissipated, leaving her weak and exhausted.

When her last bit of strength was completely exhausted, her eyes rolled back, and she lost all consciousness. Her delicate body went limp and fell to the ground, motionless.

The once crazed, bloodthirsty, and ferocious Crimson Fairy now lay quietly on the withered leaves, devoid of any remaining ferocity, having been completely crushed and subdued.

The forest instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The winter wind still blows, and withered branches and leaves fall in a rustling sound, but there is no longer any trace of the murderous and violent atmosphere.

Everyone present stared at the gray-robed figure with flowing white hair and a solitary, aloof demeanor, frozen in place, speechless, their hearts filled with turbulent emotions.

No one expected that Li Mochou, who had just been feared and troubled by everyone, would be so easily subdued by this person, completely powerless against him.

Wang Zhengsong gritted his teeth and slowly pushed himself up, then staggered to Yang Guo's side.

His expression was extremely solemn, his manners sincere and respectful, and he bowed deeply, cupping his hands in greeting:

"Thank you so much, senior, for saving my daughter's life and ridding the martial world of a great scourge."

"The entire Wang family will forever remember the great kindness of our predecessors and will never forget it!"

He addressed him as "senior" with perfect naturalness, without feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable about it.

Although the young man in front of me looks very young, he possesses unparalleled cultivation that reaches the heavens and the earth, and his demeanor is extraordinary. He is by no means an ordinary young man or junior.

In the past, when he was reading ancient books, he knew that there were many reclusive masters in the Tianshan Mountains of the Western Regions who had the skills to preserve their youth.

Even if the young man before me is not that kind of person, he must be a peerless master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and whose cultivation is unfathomable.

Calling someone "senior" is never impolite.

Wang Qingyuan had already run out from behind the tree and nestled beside her father, her delicate hand tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, her eyes still lingering with the fear of the life-or-death struggle just now.

But those clear, bright almond-shaped eyes never left that figure with his outstanding posture and unparalleled character.