The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Inside the Fuwei Escort Agency, the air was thick with the smell of burning.

The iron staff in Duan Yanqing's hand resembled a black python.

Each time it is pointed out, the power of the One-Finger Divine Skill is released.

The force of the fingers blocks all escape routes in all directions.

Chen Qianyang had no choice but to retreat.

The Azure Water Sword trembled in his hand; his tiger's mouth was already numb, making each parry extremely difficult.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain.

It's unstoppable...

Chen Qianyang felt a chill in his heart.

Even though Duan Yanqing had just been severely injured by Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and even though he had to suppress his internal injuries, he was still an insurmountable mountain at present.

"What? You're already out of energy?"

The eerie ventriloquism echoed in my ears, carrying a playful, cat-and-mouse-like quality.

Chen Qianyang pursed his lips, conserving every ounce of his strength.

His "Swift as the Wind" talent had been pushed to its limit, and his figure moved within a small space, barely dodging a finger gust of wind that grazed past his ear.

A wave of despair washed over me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Huang Rong's face was deathly pale, Yue Lingshan was in tears, and Yang Guo's eyes were bloodshot.

Are we all going to die here?

No, I absolutely cannot die here!

The Yin-Yang Xuan Pendant on Chen Qianyang's chest emitted a faint light.

The internal energy in his dantian, which had been completely depleted, was being frantically squeezed out.

Duan Yanqing pointed his iron staff again.

This time, he pointed directly to the center of his forehead.

This staff sealed off all changes.

That was an absolute crushing of power and realm, there was no way to avoid it!

Fight!

Chen Qianyang abruptly stopped his retreat, ceasing both dodging and retreating.

The despair that had been in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by an almost insane resolve.

If we're going to clash head-on, then let's clash head-on!

At worst, I'll just die here.

The sword techniques I've been holding back all this time are precisely for this moment.

The dragon representing the Nine Swords of Dugu in his mind instantly opened its eyes.

All the remaining internal energy was forcibly combined and poured into the Azure Water Sword without reservation at this moment.

I'm not going to survive!

All I ask for is the brilliance of this one sword strike.

The Nine Swords of Dugu!

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one will prevail!

"Clang—!!!"

A chilling, extremely sharp sword cry suddenly rang out.

The Azure Water Sword abandoned all defensive posture. Its blade trembled and transformed into a pale green streak of light, heading straight towards the iron staff that was pointing at it, going against the current!

If you touch my forehead, I will stab your throat!

This is a suicidal fighting style.

This sword strike was incredibly fast, completely defying the norms of martial arts. There was no charging up of power, no initial movement, only the purest killing intent.

A hint of horror finally appeared on Duan Yanqing's stiff face.

He clearly hadn't expected that this ant, cornered in a dead end, would still harbor such sharp fangs.

If the fatal blow lands, his throat will be pierced.

He was afraid.

Despite his notorious crimes, Boss Duan ultimately valued his life.

He still has unfulfilled dreams, how can his life be sacrificed by a junior!

At the critical moment, the iron staff suddenly retracted and blocked in front of him.

It's now!

Chen Qianyang roared inwardly, and his wrist twitched slightly.

The sword light, which was originally aimed straight at the throat, drew a strange zigzag in the air and instantly bypassed the iron staff's defense.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh was particularly jarring.

Three blood flowers bloomed simultaneously on Duan Yanqing's right shoulder, left arm, and ribs.

Duan Yanqing let out a muffled groan and was thrown back several feet.

The entire audience was shocked.

Yue Laosan and Ye Erniang had already leaped forward, blocking Chen Qianyang's path.

Chen Qianyang stood leaning on his sword, breathing heavily.

His tiger's mouth was already cracked from the bruises, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, staining the blue bricks beneath his feet red.

This sword strike exhausted all of his internal energy.

Now, let alone wielding a sword, he can barely stand.

But he couldn't fall. He stared intently at Duan Yanqing opposite him, his eyes still fierce as a wolf.

"Excellent... excellent swordsmanship..."

Duan Yanqing looked down at his wounds, quickly tapped them to stop the bleeding, and looked up at Chen Qianyang with a genuine appreciation in his eyes.

"I never expected you to have such a backup plan. I really underestimated you. You didn't use this sword technique all along, weren't you? This was all for this moment."

The ventriloquist's voice carried a chilling undertone, "What a pity, what a pity. If you had half of Guo Jing's... no, even just thirty percent of his internal strength, that sword strike just now would have left me lying dead on the ground by now."

He slowly raised the iron staff, and the tip of the staff once again gathered an aura of despair.

"The sword is an unparalleled sword, and the man is an unparalleled genius. But in this world, only those geniuses who have grown up are truly geniuses; those who have died..."

"Just dead people."

The murderous intent resurfaced.

Chen Qianyang felt a chill in his heart.

Having revealed all his cards, his inner strength is exhausted.

He turned his head and glanced at Guo Jing, who was still unconscious not far away, and Huang Rong, whose face was full of despair.

Am I really going to die here?

Damn it, if Lao Yue is really nearby, and Zuo Lengchan really has some hidden tricks up his sleeve, he should be using them now!

"Kid, in your next life, remember not to try to be a hero."

Duan Yanqing's iron staff slammed down without any fancy moves.

The wind pressure was intense, and the shadow of death loomed over us completely.

Chen Qianyang gripped the already dulled Biyue Sword tightly in his hand.

Even if it means death, I'll knock out two of your teeth!

At that critical moment between life and death—

"Amitabha!"

A loud and resounding Buddhist chant, like a great bell, suddenly rang out outside the gate of Fuwei Escort Agency.

The sound contained profound inner strength, causing dust to fall from the roof, and even making Duan Yanqing hesitate for a moment.

"Who is this master?"

Duan Yanqing's expression changed, and he turned around abruptly.

The once-broken gate was now filled with people.

Dozens of martial monks dressed in yellow robes and carrying staffs stood on both sides, exuding a solemn aura.

In the center stands a man wearing a bright red kasaya, with a kind face and benevolent eyes. He appears to be around forty years old and holds a monk's staff. He has a dignified and solemn appearance.

"This humble monk is Yuankong of the Southern Shaolin Temple. Greetings, Benefactor Duan."

The monk held one palm above his chest, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, "The Fuwei Escort Agency is a kind and benevolent family. We don't know where we've offended Benefactor Duan, to provoke such a vicious act?"

Southern Shaolin?!

Chen Qianyang's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Sure enough, they arrived. Although they were a bit late, these monks had a keen sense of smell and came right away by the scent.

"Southern Shaolin?" Duan Yanqing narrowed his eyes, his ventriloquism revealing apprehension. "The Four Evils have no connection with Shaolin. Is this monk trying to force his way in?"

"Not so." Monk Yuankong smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over Lin Pingzhi on the ground. "I had a good relationship with Chief Escort Lin in my younger days. Putian is near Fuzhou, and we have always been on good terms with the Fuwei Escort Agency. The other day, I received a message from Chief Escort Lin via carrier pigeon asking for help, saying that some villains had come to our door. As a monk, I am compassionate, and since I have encountered them, I cannot ignore them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Pingzhi, who was on the ground, couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He had never heard of his father having any connection with the monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

However, when someone comes to the rescue during a crisis, who cares about many other things?

His eyes suddenly lit up with a desperate glint of hope: "Master, save me! Master, save me! These people... these people have captured my parents and they're going to kill me!"

Monk Yuankong nodded, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Duan Yanqing: "Benefactor Duan, you heard it too. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. As long as you release the Lin couple and leave with your people, this humble monk can pretend that today's events never happened."

"Bullshit!" Yue Laosan yelled, brandishing his crocodile-mouthed scissors. "Where did this bald monk come from, daring to meddle in your grandfather's business! I think you're just eager to see Buddha!"

"Third brother, shut up."

Duan Yanqing stopped Yue Laosan, his sinister eyes fixed on Yuan Kong.

He could tell that the monk possessed profound internal strength, perhaps not as great as his own, but the difference wasn't significant.

Moreover, the dozens of monks behind him all had bulging temples, clearly indicating that they were elite staff-wielding monks from the Putian Shaolin Temple.

He had first taken a palm strike from Guo Jing, and just now he had been struck by three swords from that kid.

Although there is no immediate problem, their combat strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.

In addition, Yun Zhonghe's combat power was greatly reduced after he lost a finger.

If it really comes down to a hard fight, the outcome is unpredictable.

But if he just retreats like this, where will he put his "utterly wicked" face?

"Big monk, don't try to intimidate me with those empty words," Duan Yanqing sneered. "I'm determined to kill everyone from the Fuwei Escort Agency today! Besides, my target is Guo Jing. If you want to interfere, then let's see who's tougher!"

The iron staff stopped abruptly, and an invisible ripple of energy spread outwards.

Clearly, they were not afraid at all.