The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Duan Yanqing was originally a member of the Duan family of Dali.

His direct descendant, the One-Finger Divine Skill, has reached a state of perfection.

Its speed is as fast as thunder and as swift as lightning.

This single fingertip embodies the pure internal energy he has cultivated diligently for decades.

He launched a sneak attack, seizing an opening in Chen Qianyang's moves.

Clearly, they intended to kill with a single blow.

Chen Qianyang's swordsmanship was clearly insufficient against Yue Laosan's giant scissors and Ye Erniang's thin blade, leaving him no time to pay attention to others.

He suddenly felt a murderous aura rising behind him, and a powerful internal force that seemed almost tangible.

He knew something was wrong and was about to draw his sword to parry.

But Ye Erniang was not about to give him a chance.

He swung the thin blade in his hand more and more fiercely, and laughed strangely repeatedly.

They gave no chance to defend themselves.

Chen Qianyang was greatly alarmed, thinking to himself that Duan Yanqing was, after all, a figure of considerable influence.

How could they be so despicable as to launch a sneak attack?

"Watch out behind you," Huang Rong said, having clearly seen what was behind her.

Everyone who saw this finger had the same thought in their mind.

It's over! Chen Qianyang... is doomed!

however--

At this critical moment.

"roar--!!!"

A roar like a dragon's cry suddenly rang out!

Guo Jing had somehow managed to stand up.

When everyone thought he had lost his fighting ability

He activated the mental techniques of the Nine Yin Manual and forcefully broke through the shackles set up by "Sad Breeze"!

The price is that the meridians are tearing apart, and the dantian feels like it's being burned by raging fire.

But the conviction burning within him grew stronger.

We absolutely cannot stand by and watch our brother Chen die for us!

The power that had been suppressed within him to the extreme suddenly erupted!

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – The Dragon Regrets!

He extended both palms simultaneously, transforming them into a condensed, almost tangible, golden dragon shape!

The palm strike, accompanied by a deafening roar, crashed headlong into Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill, which had been accumulating for decades.

Its power was awe-inspiring, like the might of the heavens, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea to crush everything.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled, deafening roar suddenly erupted!

The force of the fingers and the wind of the palm collided violently, and then exploded!

The violent energy surged forth like a wild horse, sending everything flying.

"puff--!"

Duan Yanqing was the first to be hit. He felt that the finger force he had unleashed was as fragile as paper in the face of the extremely powerful and fierce dragon-shaped palm force, and was instantly swallowed up.

He could no longer maintain his balance and staggered backward, finally crashing heavily into the wall behind him with a loud thud before barely coming to a stop.

His usually expressionless face was now filled with disbelief.

Chen Qianyang reacted extremely quickly, taking advantage of the moment when Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan were stunned,

The Azure Water Sword instantly conjured a sword shadow, and suddenly he activated his newly cultivated Frost True Qi.

The icy swordplay caused the surrounding temperature to plummet, forcing Yue Laosan and Ye Erniang, who were close by, to momentarily lose their balance and slow down their movements.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly breaking free from the gap between the two attackers and landing beside Guo Jing.

"Brother Guo!"

Guo Jing's face was still flushed and his breathing was heavy, but in his tiger-like eyes, an indomitable flame was burning!

Clearly, at the critical moment of life and death, he relied on the profound mystery of the Nine Yin Manual to seize the creation of heaven and earth, forcibly expelling some of the poison and squeezing out his last bit of fighting power!

However, Duan Yanqing slowly straightened up, letting out a hoarse, strange laugh: "Good! Good, Guo Jing! Good, the most powerful and well-deserved Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!!"

"It's a real pity. No matter how powerful you are, you will lose your life here. The Nine Yin Manual is indeed miraculous. Even the Sad Breeze couldn't subdue you. If you hadn't taken a risk and had continued to circulate your internal energy, you would have recovered in about half an incense stick's time."

So what use are you self-proclaimed chivalrous men? You're still bound by your own morality. Now, disregarding your life, you've forcibly reversed your vital energy, unleashing your full power in this thunderous strike. Your internal organs are probably already damaged, aren't they? We don't even need to lift a finger; you're already dead!"

As if to confirm his words,

As soon as Duan Yanqing finished speaking, Guo Jing's body swayed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, his desperate attack just now had exhausted all his strength.

He could no longer hold on, and slowly collapsed forward, losing consciousness.

The price he paid was that he burned out his own life force!

The flame of hope that had just been ignited by Guo Jing's earth-shattering outburst...

It vanished in an instant.

Duan Yanqing looked at the dying Guo Jing, then at Chen Qianyang, who was still standing with his sword but with a solemn expression.

His face couldn't hide his delight.

Guo Jing was on the blacklist of the Mongol Prince Ruyang.

He can be considered one of the top martial arts masters in the Central Plains.

Even if I were to face it head-on, I wouldn't have the slightest chance of success.

Now, with just a little trickery, they were taken down.

How could he not feel extremely happy?

Having achieved such great merit, we will then rely on the strength of the Mongols.

I am confident that I can drive out those treacherous officials who have seized the throne of Dali and become the King of Dali.

Thinking of this, Duan Yanqing just wanted to burst into laughter.

However, just as he was about to step forward and take Guo Jing's life...

A young figure blocked his way.

"Kid, the game's over." His ventriloquism echoed, "You didn't really think you could hold us off all by yourself, did you?"

Chen Qianyang exhaled a slight breath, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "How would you know if you haven't tried?"

"If it weren't for Guo Jing, you would probably be dead by now."

"That's precisely why I can't back down!"

"Alright, lad, your swordsmanship is indeed impressive," Duan Yanqing said with a sly smile. "I'll give you a chance. The Mongol Prince Ruyang doesn't discriminate based on ethnicity or sect; he recruits talented individuals. If you're willing to serve the Prince and personally kill Guo Jing, I won't mind sharing some of the credit. I'll also put in a good word for you with the Prince. What do you say?"

"Boss, why waste words with this kid!" Yun Zhonghe, his face contorted with resentment after the bandage was finished, said. "He cut my finger. After we take him down, I can give him a good beating!"

"Hey, Fourth Brother, you can't say that." Duan Yanqing took another step forward and said, "Young Master Chen is young and promising, and I have also taken a liking to his talent."

Seeing that Duan Yanqing, who had the upper hand, suddenly became more agreeable.

Everyone was momentarily filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Chen Qianyang hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Duan, are you really willing to introduce me?"

"Of course! Guo Jing has done you a favor, so all you need to do is sever his tendons." Duan Yanqing's words carried a hint of seduction: "Then tie Huang Rong up, how about that? If you like this woman, I can give her to you."

"Brother Guo, Sister Huang, the situation is beyond our control, I'm sorry!" Chen Qianyang slowly nodded in agreement: "As the saying goes, if a man doesn't look out for himself, he'll be punished by heaven and earth."

"That makes perfect sense! Young Master Chen is indeed pragmatic!"

Chen Qianyang turned around and faced the unconscious Guo Jing and the others who were still under the influence of the sleeping potion.

He slowly drew the Azure Water Sword.

"Brother Chen, how could you do this?" Xiao Yang Guo's eyes were filled with fury.

"Little Chenzi, no!" Yue Lingshan cried, her eyes brimming with tears.

Laudenau, Lin Pingzhi, and the others had already closed their eyes, clearly unwilling to witness such a cruel event.

Only a glint of light flashed in Huang Rong's eyes.

Because she saw not a sycophantic attitude in Chen Qianyang's eyes, but a calm and restrained raging anger.