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

"Junior brother, wait!"

An older Quanzhen disciple behind him hurriedly stepped forward.

She raised her hand and pressed down on his sword-wielding arm, urgently trying to dissuade him:

"This is the territory of an ancient tomb. The sect leader has instructed us not to cause any trouble here. Do not act rashly!"

The swordsman's forward momentum faltered when his companion blocked his path, but the anger in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

His angry eyes remained fixed on Granny Sun, his teeth clenched so tightly they pounded, and he spoke in a hateful voice:

"Senior brother, didn't you hear what she just said?!"

"How dare this old hag publicly insult Patriarch Chongyang and ridicule our Quanzhen lineage! We cannot tolerate such insolence!"

"Today I'm going to teach her a lesson, so she'll know that the Quanzhen School cannot be insulted! I'll make her kowtow to Patriarch Chongyang and admit her mistake!"

That's all.

He shook off his senior brother's arm that was blocking him, gathered his strength in his wrist, raised his sword, and lunged forward.

The sword tip slashed diagonally through the air, heading straight for Granny Sun's left shoulder.

This move is clean and crisp, carrying great power, and is determined to force the opponent to submit in one blow!

Granny Sun's brows furrowed as she heard the other party's arrogant words and his attempt to force her to kneel and kowtow.

At this moment, they saw that the other party actually dared to draw his sword and attack.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, but instead of dodging or avoiding, she stepped forward to meet her.

With a flick of her wrist, Granny Sun swept her wooden staff horizontally, the tip of the staff bypassing the longsword and striking the opponent's left cheek first.

Snapped!

This strike carried six or seven parts internal energy, making it powerful and substantial.

The blow caused the sword-wielding Taoist's head to tilt violently to one side, and he staggered several steps to the right.

The swordsman felt as if he were seeing stars.

My left cheek was burning and numb, and my mouth was filled with a metallic, sweet taste.

He staggered for a while before he could barely stand up, and then gently touched his cheek with his hand.

A pair of beady eyes stared at Granny Sun in disbelief, a single word escaping from her throat:

"you--"

The swordsman was now filled with rage.

But the swelling and bruising on one side of his face only made him look even uglier and more ridiculous.

Where is even a trace of the dignity and bearing of a Taoist disciple?

The disciples behind him looked at each other in disbelief, their hearts filled with horror.

None of them expected that the hunched old woman in front of them would be so skilled.

With just one strike, he disfigured his fellow disciple, causing him to lose face.

Seeing their fellow disciples being humiliated, the group disregarded the sect leader's instructions and the forbidden area of ​​the ancient tomb.

They all drew their long swords and surrounded Granny Sun.

Four or five swords were pointed at the old woman in front of them, and the atmosphere in the forest instantly became extremely tense.

Despite being surrounded, Granny Sun showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she let out a cold laugh.

The wooden staff in his hand slammed heavily onto the frozen ground, making a dull thud.

Her gaze swept disdainfully over the sword blade before her, her tone indifferent, carrying undisguised contempt:

"What? If one can't beat them, you'll swarm them and gang up on them?"

"Heh heh, first you chased after a young girl, and now you're trying to gang up on me, this old woman with white hair. I've certainly experienced the skills of your Quanzhen Sect today!"

"Hmph! Don't think that just because you outnumber me, I'm afraid of you. I'd like to see how much of the skill Wang Chongyang left behind you arrogant descendants have actually learned!"

These words were sharp and incisive, causing the Quanzhen disciples to turn pale and their knuckles to clench their swords involuntarily.

Yang Guo, who was inside the stone gate, saw Granny Sun surrounded all by herself. He immediately lowered his body slightly, intending to help her out.

Just as the tense atmosphere was escalating further.

A deep, resonant shout suddenly echoed from the depths of the dense forest:

"Zhiguang! What nonsense are you all spouting here!"

This deep shout was like a bucket of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan, instantly quelling the restlessness in the room.

The sword-wielding disciples froze in their tracks, instinctively stopping and turning back.

Everyone turned around at the sound and saw an old Taoist priest, over fifty years old, walking with his hands behind his back and a steady gait.

He was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with a lean face, three long wisps of beard fluttering in the wind, and a three-foot-long sword hanging at his waist, exuding an air of dignity.

Behind him followed seven or eight Quanzhen disciples, all with puzzled expressions, craning their necks to look at the scene.

Granny Sun's gaze fell on the old Taoist priest, and she immediately recognized him as Hao Datong, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

A month ago, on a rainy night at Luanshigang, the two had met briefly and recognized each other's appearance.

Hao Datong walked quickly to the center of the crowd.

His sharp gaze first swept over Zhang Zhiguang, whose cheeks were swollen, then looked at Granny Sun who was surrounded, and finally landed on the group of disciples who had drawn their swords.

His face darkened, and he shouted in a deep, stern voice:

"Put your swords away, all of you! This is Granny Sun from the Ancient Tomb. To draw your swords against each other like this is a breach of neighborly harmony and utterly disrespectful!"

Upon seeing their master arrive and hearing such a rebuke, the disciples quickly sheathed their swords, lowered their heads, and stepped aside to make way for them.

Hao Datong strode up to Zhang Zhiguang, staring at the clear and conspicuous cane mark on his face, his brows furrowed.

However, he did not rush to inquire about the injuries, but instead asked in a solemn voice:

"Zhiguang, what's going on? Didn't you send someone to report that you'd found clues about those four bandits? Where are they?"

Zhang Zhiguang covered his swollen and painful cheek, bowed his head and answered, his tone full of grievance:

"Master, that woman on the ground must be an accomplice of those four thugs!"

"Just now, when the disciples and fellow disciples were searching the back mountain, we came across her looking flustered and acting suspiciously, so we wanted to go up and question her."

"Who would have thought that she would turn tail and run as soon as she saw us? She must have been feeling guilty. I was afraid of losing the clues about the villain, so I chased after her all the way here."

Upon hearing this, Hao Datong turned his gaze to the girl who was curled up on the ground and looked her up and down.

Then he turned to look at Granny Sun and said politely:

"Grandma Sun, it's been a long time. I hope you're well. My disciple acted rashly and offended you. I hope you'll forgive him. I apologize on his behalf."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, then continued:

"Since this woman is involved in the murder that night, I need to take her back to Chongyang Palace to find out more. I hope Granny Sun will do me a favor."

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun scoffed coldly and said in an unpleasant tone:

"How is this girl connected to the murder? Do you have any evidence?"

Hao Datong seemed to have anticipated her rebuttal and calmly began to explain:

"Grandma Sun, I did not insist that she was an accomplice of the bandits. I simply brought her back to Chongyang Palace for questioning as usual and to go through the interrogation process. If her identity is clear, she can leave the mountain."

"Hmph, innocence?"

"They are in your Chongyang Palace, and their mouths are yours to say whatever they want."

Grandma Sun pointed to the still-bleeding wound on the girl's arm, her tone full of sarcasm and disbelief:

"Master Hao, your disciple nearly crippled someone's entire arm with a single sword strike, and after gaining the upper hand, he relentlessly pursued them, determined to kill them all."

"If this is what your Quanzhen Sect calls 'interrogation'? I imagine that even if your Chongyang Palace were to conduct an interrogation, it would be difficult to identify the truly innocent."