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

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is almost up.

Zhang Huai glanced at Zhao Zhijing's anxious face with interest, while Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu stood aside, observing everything with indifference.

Zhao Zhijing's face was ashen, and he kept praying in a low voice, hoping that Huo Du would come here as soon as possible.

"Hey, Zhao Zhijing, it's almost time. Where's the person you mentioned? There's not even a trace of him. I'm still waiting for Huo Du to come and testify against me."

Zhang Huai shouted at the top of his lungs in a sarcastic tone.

"You...don't worry, he'll be there soon."

Zhao Zhijing forced himself to remain calm as he replied, but deep down he had already given up all hope. He was secretly circulating his internal energy, hoping that when the fight started, he could find a chance to escape.

The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Zhang Huai slammed his iron rod heavily into the ground, the muffled thud causing the ground to tremble slightly. He shouted sternly, "Zhao Zhijing, the time allotted for an incense stick has been up. Today you are destined to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to step forward with Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, carrying their staffs.

Suddenly, an urgent shout came from the distant woods: "Senior Brother Zhang, run! I'll hold them off for you!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Huai thought to himself: What a joke?

A figure dressed in noble attire suddenly emerged from the nearby woods, heading straight for Hao Datong, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. As he attacked, the man shouted to Zhang Huai, "Senior Brother Zhang, the plan has been exposed! I've been captured, but I barely escaped. I'll hold them off for you; you run!"

Who else could this person be but Huo Du?

Before anyone could react, Huo Du struck Hao Datong in the chest with a palm.

Hao Datong's martial arts skills were already slightly inferior to Huo Du's. Now, he was suddenly attacked and had no time to gather his energy to defend himself. He was injured in the chest and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He swayed and was about to fall down.

When Qiu Chuji and the others came to their senses, Qiu Chuji immediately clapped his hands at Huo Du.

Huo Du dissipated ninety percent of the force of the palm strike, but he still managed to force himself to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Huo Du wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned to Zhang Huai, and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhang, run! We're no match for you today!"

"Huo Du, what exactly do you want?"

Yang Guo was the first to come to his senses and sternly questioned Huo Du.

But Huo Du ignored him completely, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and once again darted towards the nearby woods. Before leaving, he called out to Zhang Huai, "Senior Brother Zhang, after you're free, let's meet at our usual spot!"

Zhang Huai: No? What the hell!

The Quanzhen Sect members were thrown into disarray. Hao Datong collapsed to the ground, and everyone rushed over to check on him. They saw that blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, he could no longer speak, and his breath was weak.

Huo Du's palm strike was extremely vicious, clearly aimed at taking Hao Datong's life.

Seeing his master seriously injured and unable to catch up with Huo Du, one of Hao Datong's disciples was consumed by rage and lost his mind, turning his resentful gaze towards Zhang Huai.

He charged at Zhang Huai, sword in hand and eyes red with rage.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chu hurriedly reached out to stop him, but it was too late—the disciple had already rushed in front of Zhang Huai.

Startled by the sudden attack, Zhang Huai instinctively threw a punch.

The disciple had never fought Zhang Huai before and had no idea how powerful he was. In addition, his own martial arts skills were weak, and Zhang Huai's punch was so fast and urgent that he didn't even have time to react.

With a muffled thud, a punch pierced a large hole in the disciple's chest.

His eyes widened, and his body instinctively tried to lunge forward, but his limbs went limp, and he finally collapsed straight down in front of Zhang Huai, lifeless.

Seeing their fellow disciple die a tragic death, the other Quanzhen disciples were filled with rage and immediately rushed forward to avenge him.

Seeing this, Zhang Huai decided to stop holding back and swept his iron rod out horizontally.

Unaware of Zhang Huaitian's superhuman strength, the disciples still raised their swords to block him, and their fate was predictable: their swords broke and they died, a series of tragic scenes.

Those disciples who had dealt with Zhang Huai before knew how formidable he was, and reacted swiftly, immediately dodging and avoiding a direct confrontation with him.

But Zhang Huai's strength and speed are now vastly different from before. Even if everyone dodges in advance, they can't keep up with the speed of the iron rod sweeping across.

Someone was struck in the spine from behind by an iron bar; the crisp sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard. The body bent over in a bizarre posture, fell to the ground, and remained motionless.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were standing nearby, were all heartbroken upon seeing this.

Especially Qiu Chuji, who was known for his fierce and impetuous nature when he was young, could no longer restrain himself when he saw his junior brother Hao Datong seriously injured and his disciples falling one after another like straws.

Adding to Huo Du's performance just now, Qiu Chuji had already come to believe Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing's words and concluded that Zhang Huai and Huo Du were in cahoots.

His face was filled with anger and grief. He immediately drew the sword from his waist, roared, and charged at Zhang Huai with a heart full of resentment.

The other Quanzhenzi followed closely behind, drawing their swords and stepping forward.

Only Wang Chuyi remained suspicious, feeling that his apprentice Zhao Zhijing's behavior was suspicious. He thought that the Mongol prince Huo Du's actions were clearly intended to frame Zhang Huai, so he quickly spoke up to dissuade him: "Senior Brother Qiu... there might be something fishy about this!"

But everyone was blinded by anger and wouldn't listen to him at all.

Wang Chuyi had no choice but to draw his sword and follow. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were of one mind, and Zhang Huai had already injured dozens of Quanzhen disciples, and many more had died under his staff. The two sides were already locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Looking at the chaos before him, Wang Chuyi sighed heavily and muttered, "Alas, what a mess."

He never imagined that his own mistake would drag the entire Quanzhen Sect into this mess. Countless fellow disciples died tragically because of him, and even his Uncle-Master Hao Datong was severely injured and his fate remains unknown.

A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head tightly with one hand. He felt excruciating pain and kept muttering to himself, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I've ruined everyone's life."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing was secretly delighted. After going to such great lengths, he had finally stirred up the situation into chaos, and he didn't care at all about the lives of the other members of the Quanzhen Sect.

He strode forward, grabbed Zhen Zhibing who was slumped on the ground, and shouted sternly, "What are you standing there for? Do you want to die? Get out of here!"

"Yes, I really want to die..." Zhen Zhibing was already somewhat insane at this moment, his eyes unfocused, muttering incoherently.

"You can't die unless I tell you to!"

Zhao Zhijing grabbed Zhen Zhibing fiercely and turned to run towards Chongyang Palace.

He knew in his heart that if he didn't escape now, he would be the one to die when Zhang Huaiteng made his move.

As long as I can survive today, all these calculations will have been worthwhile.