A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing attack him again, Yang Guo kicked several Quanzhen Sect disciples beside him away.

He turned around and faced off against his former master.

Zhao Zhijing was considered one of the more outstanding disciples of Quanzhen Sect. Among the third-generation disciples, he was second only to his senior brother, Yin Zhiping.

His Quanzhen swordplay was fierce and aimed straight at Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo looked at his sanctimonious master with a cold gaze, neither flinching nor dodging, and suddenly slashed horizontally with his longsword.

Zhao Zhijing felt a surge of powerful internal energy flow into his body through the longsword.

The longsword was nearly knocked out of his hand by the shock, and his blood surged, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You think you can clean house?"

Yang Guo's voice was chilling as he pressed forward relentlessly, his swordplay ruthless and decisive, each move aimed directly at Zhao Zhijing's vitals.

Zhang Huai, who was standing to the side, also seized the opportunity, put down the long stick in his hand, clenched his fists, and felt his blood surging.

He took a deep breath and threw out both fists at the same time. The wind from his punches exploded like thunder, striking the two main disciples in the formation.

The two disciples raised their swords to parry, but were blasted away by the unparalleled force of the fist, instantly creating a large hole in their formation.

"A great opportunity!"

Seeing this, Yang Guo rushed straight into the heart of the formation through the hole, brandishing his long sword and blasting away all the surrounding disciples. Zhao Zhijing had nowhere left to retreat.

Zhang Huai's punches were like shaking mountains, pressing forward relentlessly. With each punch, Zhao Zhijing felt the pressure increase, and could only dodge in a sorry state.

"You little beasts! You barbarians! Don't push your luck!"

Zhao Zhijing was both shocked and frightened, and roared in a fierce but cowardly manner.

At this point, he still treated Zhang Huai as a Mongol, splashing dirty water on his head.

"Barbarian? You're the barbarian, your whole family are barbarians."

Zhang Huai snorted coldly.

"This is outrageous! When you attacked my aunt, why didn't you think of this now?"

Yang Guo sneered, and his sword aura suddenly surged.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guo gathered all his inner strength into his longsword and thrust it fiercely towards Zhao Zhijing's chest.

With no way to avoid it, Zhao Zhijing had no choice but to swing his sword and take the blow head-on.

As the two swords clashed, he felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

Seeing this, the other Quanzhen Sect disciples panicked instantly. With no leader, the Tiangang Beidou Formation collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Zhijing lay on the ground, barely breathing, but his eyes still held a vicious glint as he stared at Zhang Huai and the other man.

Seeing this, Zhang Huai's eyes flashed with cold light. Dragging his black iron rod, he walked towards Zhao Zhijing, the heavy iron rod leaving a deep furrow in the ground.

With each step, Zhao Zhijing trembled. He had already witnessed the boy's incredible strength, but now, severely injured, he could barely move, let alone resist.

His face was deathly pale, and he screamed in agony, "Don't come any closer! I am the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. If you kill me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Quanzhen Sect!"

Zhang Huai scoffed and said, "To be an enemy of the entire Quanzhen Sect? So what? They're nothing but a rabble."

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised the iron bar, ready to smash Zhao Zhijing into a pulp.

Zhao Zhijing cried out in terror, "Sect Leader, save me!"

Qiu Chuji, who had been watching from a distance, could no longer bear to watch.

Although Zhao Zhijing was glib and unruly, he was still one of the most outstanding disciples of the Quanzhen Sect and had always worked wholeheartedly for the sect.

At this moment, he was seriously injured in the encirclement and suppression of Xiaolongnu. If he was not rescued, how could he explain to his junior brother Wang Chuyi?

"Go easy on him!"

He leaped into the air, and with a flick of his whisk, the silver threads struck Zhang Huai's black iron rod.

Qiu Chuji was startled. How could this black iron rod be so heavy?

He struck with all his might, but barely managed to move it by the slightest margin.

However, in that split second, the black iron rod grazed Zhao Zhijing's body and slammed heavily into the ground, leaving a deep crater.

Zhang Huai was annoyed that his attack had been interrupted. He frowned and turned to look.

A man in a green robe with a white beard and white hair floated down.

Qiu Chuji's gaze swept over the mess on the ground and the heavily injured Zhao Zhijing lying there. His expression was solemn, and his voice, though not angry, carried an air of authority: "Guo'er, and this young friend, let's show some mercy. For my sake, spare my nephew's life, how about it?"

With Yang Guo's introduction, Zhang Huai also recognized the man as Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun.

"Who do you think you are? You expect me to give you face?"

Zhang Huai said wildly.

Qiu Chuji ignored Zhang Huai and instead looked at Yang Guo.

"Guo'er, when Jing'er sent you up the mountain, you were harassed by this traitorous disciple, but I was unaware of it. When I learned that you had escaped from the Quanzhen Sect and come to the Ancient Tomb Sect, I, as the sect leader, apologize to you for that."

He pointed at Zhao Zhijing, who looked resentful but dared not utter a word in rebuttal.

"However, later on, our two sects kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other. Why would Miss Long collude with this barbarian to harm my disciple?"

"ha?"

Zhang Huai was a little confused. He felt like he was a Mongol. No wonder Zhao Zhijing kept calling him a barbarian.

"When did my aunt collude with the barbarians? It was your good disciple Zhen Zhibing who tried to humiliate my aunt first, and Brother Zhang only stepped in to save her. Qiu Chuji, I think you old Taoist are really senile."

Yang Guo said with a face full of indignation,

"Today you actually listened to your disciple's slander and attacked my aunt! I will never let your Quanzhen Sect get away with this!"

Qiu Chuji was taken aback by Yang Guo's words. Could it be that he had really been deceived?

He had lived for nearly a hundred years; what hadn't he seen? At this moment, a storm raged within him.

Zhen Zhibing? He was the third-generation leader whom he, Wang Chuyi, Liu Chuxuan and others had carefully cultivated. He was of upright character and had always been the face of the Quanzhen Sect. How could he do such a despicable thing as insulting a woman?

As for Zhao Zhijing, although he was narrow-minded and jealous of the virtuous and capable, he never deceived the sect leader on such important matters.

Now that both sides have their own version of events, who should Qiu Chuji believe?

"Guo'er, there's probably a misunderstanding here. I have a bottle of Seven Star Soul-Sustaining Pill here. Why don't you give it to Miss Long first, and then we can sit down and talk things over?"

As they were talking, Qiu Chuji took out a bottle of pills and handed it to Yang Guo.

"Should we have a proper talk?"

Yang Guo slammed the pill on the ground.

"Where were you before? My aunt is injured like this, and you think you can just let it go with a simple 'let's talk it out'?"

Zhang Huai, standing to the side, was also furious, never expecting the old Taoist to be so shameless.

Even though Miss Long was injured so badly, he didn't lift a finger, but since his own grand-disciple was injured, they should have a proper talk.

"Guo'er, you..."

"What do you mean, you old man?"

Zhang Huai interrupted him directly.

"Open your eyes and look! How do I look like a barbarian? I'm a genuine Central Plains person! Want to hear my refined Central Plains accent? Oh my god!"

"How dare this brat spout such nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji was so angry that he kept stroking his white beard, trying to calm himself down.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to talk to you. You're not worthy to listen. You old bastard, take a beating from me first!"