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

Outside Chongyang Palace.

Zhang Huai, Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnu were locked in a fierce battle with Qiu Chuji and his group of Quanzhen Taoists.

Qiu Chuji and his men had already shown signs of weakness, and their moves were showing signs of flaws. Their defeat was only a matter of time.

Even ordinary disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were terrified by the three of them, especially Zhang Huai.

Within a radius of about ten feet around him, apart from a few remaining members of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, no other Quanzhen disciple dared to approach.

For these ordinary disciples, being touched even slightly by Zhang Huai's staff would mean certain death or serious injury.

Even Qiu Chuji and his companions dared not confront Zhang Huai head-on. They could only rely on the footwork of the Big Dipper Formation to constantly pull and move around him, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, as the fighting went on for a long time, their internal energy was constantly depleted, and their energy was becoming increasingly insufficient. Eventually, there were times when they could not dodge in time, and they had no choice but to force themselves to maintain their internal energy and grit their teeth to exchange a few blows with Zhang Huai.

Each collision felt like a heavy hammer blow to them; had they not possessed profound internal strength to protect them, they would have been blasted to death, bleeding from all seven orifices.

On the other side, Yang Guo held a thin sword, but when he raised his hand, he slashed with great force. It was clearly a light and agile sword, but he used it with the heavy and fierce power of a heavy sword.

This is what I learned from Zhang Huai's Broken Mountain Staff Technique during my battles in the ancient tomb these past few days—to overcome skill with brute force.

Although he did not possess the strength of Zhang Huai, thanks to Master Lü's transmission of his skills, his internal energy was already comparable to that of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. The internal energy he channeled into his sword made it extremely powerful.

Zhang Huai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and thought to himself, "Yang Guo with the heavy sword truly lives up to his reputation. It's just that this weapon is really not comfortable to use. It seems that I will have to speed up the journey to the Sword Tomb in the future. I also need to go and ride that Divine Condor to see what it's like."

Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo would occasionally combine their swords, using the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique, which was a natural counter to the Quanzhen Sword Technique of the Quanzhen Sect. Their sword moves were agile and intertwined, each strike targeting the weaknesses of the Quanzhen Taoists, causing them to be in grave danger and retreat step by step.

Seeing that the two were working together seamlessly and had the upper hand, Zhang Huai increased the force of his iron rod even more, determined not to be outdone by them.

As Zhang Huai increased the power in his hands, Qiu Chuji and the others immediately suffered greatly. The originally airtight Big Dipper Formation was now in complete disarray, with no trace of its original shape remaining. The other disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were also completely thrown into disarray, crying and scattering in all directions.

In the end, only the Four Masters of Quanzhen were left struggling to hold on to the core of the formation, but it was all in vain.

Seeing this, Zhang Huai sneered and increased the force in his hand. Even now, he had only used eighty percent of his strength.

After all, his body would always be extremely tired after pushing his strength to the limit, and he was unwilling to exhaust himself too early.

However, even with 80% of the force, Qiu Chuji and the others found it difficult to withstand.

However, Zhang Huai himself was not unscathed. His martial arts skills were not as good as those of Qiu Chuji and the others. Even though he was very cautious during the battle, the Four Masters of Quanzhen still managed to find an opening and he was injured.

Qiu Chuji and the others possessed profound internal strength, and they channeled all their energy into the blades, using a powerful force to barely cut open Zhang Huai's flesh.

These superficial injuries were of no concern to Zhang Huai and had no effect on his condition whatsoever.

Before long, Sun Bu'er, the weakest of the four Quanzhen disciples, was the first to give in, his moves slowing down by half a beat.

Xiaolongnu's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly shot out three jade bee needles from her sleeve, their shadows as swift as shooting stars.

Sun Bu'er either didn't notice or was already exhausted and unable to dodge. All three jade bee needles shot into her body, and half of her body instantly went numb and lost consciousness.

She was eager to raise her hand to seal her acupoints, but how could Little Dragon Girl give her that chance?

With a flick of her right sleeve, Xiaolongnu unleashed a gentle force that shot straight toward her face, forcing Sun Bu'er to hastily defend herself.

Sun Bu'er's martial arts skills were originally inferior to Xiaolongnü's. She was only able to barely contend with Xiaolongnü because there were Quanzhen disciples around to harass and restrain her.

But now, with her disciples falling one by one and no one to help her, she felt increasingly powerless in the face of Xiaolongnu, and even raising her hand felt heavy.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xiaolongnu waved her water sleeves again, the soft satin wrapping around the sword in her hand, and a powerful internal force was transmitted through her sleeves.

With a "crack," the sword broke in two.

Xiaolongnu seized this excellent opportunity and once again flung her left sleeve at Sun Bu'er.

Sun Bu'er's one hand was entangled in the water sleeve, and the other side of her body was already numb and unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the sleeve, carrying a strong wind, attacked her, with no way to avoid it.

Seeing his junior sister in danger, Liu Chuxuan shouted urgently:

"Junior Sister!"

He was about to turn and save her, but Yang Guo had already blocked his way with his sword.

"Old man, where do you think you're going? Don't you even ask your Grandpa Yang if he'll allow it!"

Helpless, Liu Chuxuan had no choice but to abandon the rescue and engage Yang Guo in battle once again.

The other two, Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji, were also extremely anxious, but they were tightly bound by Zhang Huai's iron rod and could not move even half a step, so they had no way to help Sun Bu'er.

Xiaolongnu's sleeves appeared light and graceful, but in reality, they contained immense force, striking Sun Bu'er's chest heavily.

A clear cracking sound rang out; it was the sound of a rib breaking.

Bright red blood gushed from Sun Bu'er's mouth, and her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. She struggled to get up, but her limbs seemed to have no will to obey her, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not move.

Seeing that Sun Bu'er had lost his fighting ability, Xiaolongnu did not press her advantage and instead turned towards Zhang Huai's direction.

She did not choose to help Yang Guo, because even if a few Quanzhen disciples came forward to harass Liu Chuxuan, Yang Guo could easily suppress him, even if he could not defeat him for a while.

Zhang Huai, while also holding the upper hand, was clearly not as relaxed as Yang Guo.

After all, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi were the most skilled martial artists in the Quanzhen Sect at the time. Although they were no match for Zhang Huai, they relied on their exquisite footwork to harass Zhang Huai like flies, making it difficult for him to win quickly.

With Xiaolongnu's arrival, she used her agile figure and unparalleled lightness skill to circle around Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, shooting out jade bee needles from time to time, greatly reducing their movement range and cutting off their escape routes.

Zhang Huai's explosive power had already been enhanced in all aspects. Seeing that the two's evasion range was locked, he immediately seized the opportunity, pushed off with his feet, and his figure shot up to the two's side like an arrow.

He slammed the end of the iron rod in his hand down at Qiu Chuji, and at the same time kicked Wang Chuyi hard.

However, his main attack was on Qiu Chuji, and most of his force was applied to the staff. Wang Chuyi narrowly avoided the kick and staggered back several steps.

But Qiu Chuji had no way to avoid it; Xiaolongnu had already sealed off all his escape routes.

Left with no other choice, Qiu Chuji had to squeeze out the last bit of his inner strength, gathering all the remaining energy into the sword in his hand. His arms bulged with veins as he desperately blocked Zhang Huai's heavy blow.

A crisp "clang" rang out.

The sword that had accompanied Qiu Chuji for decades was snapped in two by the force of the impact, with fragments flying everywhere.

Qiu Chuji was slammed to the ground by the force of the stick, and was embedded two feet deep into the hard bluestone.

His legs buckled instantly, and upon closer inspection, tiny bone fragments could be seen piercing through his clothes from under his skin, a shocking sight.

The immense force was transmitted through the broken sword to Qiu Chuji's entire body. Even though he had profound internal strength to protect him, he still suffered severe injuries from Zhang Huai's all-out attack. Blood seeped from all seven orifices, and he felt as if his internal organs were churning and surging, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

Fortunately, his choice to fight back desperately was wise. Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he managed to save his life. However, he was now exhausted and had no strength left to resist.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Qiu!"

When Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan saw Qiu Chuji suffer such a severe injury, their eyes were bloodshot, and they shouted in unison.

Wang Chuyi had lost all will to fight. He threw his longsword to the ground and shouted urgently at Zhang Huai:

"We surrender! Please, spare my senior brother!"

Seeing this, Liu Chuxuan completely gave up resisting. Following Wang Chuyi's example, he threw his long sword heavily to the ground and lowered his head in silence.

Sun Bu'er, lying on the ground, saw that her senior brother was seriously injured and burst into tears, her face streaked with tears and blood.

The remaining Quanzhen Sect disciples, who still had the strength to fight, saw their masters and senior uncles surrender one after another. They knew that continuing the battle would only be a pointless death. They could only put down their weapons and stand dejectedly to the side, having lost all will to fight.

Seeing that all the Quanzhen disciples had surrendered, Yang Guo also stopped his attack, sheathed his sword, and stood still, uttering a mocking remark:

"Now you know to surrender? Where were you before? You were the ones who struck first, and now you're the ones who gave up first. How laughable."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan's face turned bitter, and he lowered his head and sighed, "We admit defeat because our skills are inferior."

"Practice makes perfect."

This was a new word he had learned from Zhang Huai a few days ago, and he felt that it was particularly appropriate to use it here.