The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Yang Guo glanced around and was surprised to find that the loudspeaker had never been there!

Ouyang Feng was in a daze and reacted a fraction of a second too late, so Guo Jing struck him squarely on the back with a palm strike.

His decades of internal energy naturally surged forth, and with the Nine Yin Manual in operation, he instantly expelled the yang palm force that had invaded his body.

With a flick of his wrist, he deflected all the longswords thrust at him by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen—but this exertion of force also caused a sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But his body did not stop. He took advantage of the momentum to twist and turn, changing his palm into a fist. His arm seemed to grow several inches out of thin air, like a snake emerging from its hole, winding and coiling, heading straight for Guo Jing's central palace.

This is his unparalleled martial arts skill – the Serpent Fist.

The style of the fist is extremely soft, yet it is designed to overcome the fierce and powerful. In the transition between offense and defense, every move is aimed directly at the enemy's vital energy center.

Guo Jing's powerful and sweeping Dragon Subduing Palm technique was momentarily caught off guard, and a punch was already aimed at his chest.

Guo Jing hurriedly held his breath and concentrated all his internal energy in his chest to take the hit head-on.

With a muffled thud, Guo Jing was jolted back several steps by the punch, his blood churning.

And this was just a random change of move made by Ouyang Feng when he was in a state of mental confusion.

His gaze suddenly became unfocused, and he muttered to himself:

"My son...my son...your wife is fighting with someone...Father has found you a wife as beautiful as a fairy, come with me quickly...to get married."

Before he could finish speaking, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and he roared in a fierce voice:

"Huang Rong—Your life is mine!"

He then flashed close and attacked Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was startled; why had Ouyang Feng fallen ill again?

It's unpredictable, sometimes good, sometimes bad, making it impossible to guard against; it's like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Just then, a palm struck out from behind her, blocking Ouyang Feng. It was Yang Guo who had come to help.

"Father, she's your eldest daughter-in-law. What are you doing? And what were you just saying, 'big monk'? 'Second daughter-in-law'?"

Yang Guo roared and unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one a toad-like palm strike aimed at Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng was instantly overjoyed: "My son, your Toad Palm technique has improved rapidly! Not bad, not bad at all. Your father's teaching of you has not been in vain."

Ouyang Feng laughed loudly: "This little Huang Rong is not honest. It seems she can't have children. It's been so long and she still hasn't given you a son or daughter."

"Father is anxious, and so are your two wives. They've been in the cave for so long, and there's still no sign of them getting pregnant."

Huang Rong, blushing with embarrassment, said, "Ouyang Feng, stop with your sweet talk."

Cheng Yaojia looked at Yang Guo with resentment; she had already tried her best.

But she still received far less than she should have, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Guo Jing and Lu Guanying's eyes were practically blazing with fury.

Everyone looked either amused or bewildered.

Ouyang Feng, however, was lost in his own world: "I just saw another daughter-in-law in the back mountains. She's even prettier; you'll definitely like her. Come with me..."

"Ouyang Feng, don't leave."

"Disciples, listen to my command! Kill this traitor with all your might!"

Ouyang Feng was furious: "You disciples and followers are truly courting death!"

After Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he stared at Yang Guo, making him feel uneasy.

"Good lad, you actually dare to join the Quanzhen Sect. Apart from Wang Chongyang, who else in this sect is worth a look?"

"Watch me wipe out this cult with blood today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng attacked again, and this time it was a merciless, indiscriminate attack.

With a whooshing sound, the palm strike enveloped everyone present except Yang Guo.

The first to be targeted was Huang Rong—it seems that deep down, he still subconsciously wanted to kill her.

Yang Guo could not stand idly by.

He immediately leaped forward and joined forces with the Quanzhen sect members to form a battle formation against them.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng's movements shifted erratically, his left hand striking out with a palm while his right hand clenched into a fist. The originally opposing Toad Style and Snake Style techniques were now integrated into one.

His moves appeared chaotic, but in reality, their power increased dramatically. In just a few exchanges, he managed to break through the Quanzhen Sword Formation, which was not yet fully formed.

The Quanzhen disciples were sent flying backward by the shock, and their formation instantly shattered.

Ouyang Feng was agitated by the sword energy, and his mind cleared up for a moment.

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze sharp as knives, fixed intently on Huang Rong.

Huang Rong felt a chill creeping into her body and instinctively adopted a defensive stance. She flicked her fingers repeatedly, sending out swift, hissing winds that aimed directly at Ouyang Feng's vital points.

However, Ouyang Feng's meridians were already in a state of complete control, and his acupoints could shift and change unpredictably. When his finger force reached his body, it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea.

Ouyang Feng's ferocity was fully unleashed; he let out a low roar and pounced on Huang Rong with lightning speed—

As soon as the serpent appeared, it twisted and turned, growing rapidly and reaching its destination in an instant, striking Huang Rong in the abdomen.

But at that moment, he felt an immense killing intent piercing his back.

He was horrified and withdrew his fist, turning it into a palm. He slammed his palm into the ground and used the force to spin in mid-air. Two swords whistled past where he stood, breaking his attack on Huang Rong. The two swords stopped only a few feet in front of Huang Rong.

This person seems to have incredibly precise control over the sword. To act so violently in such a rage—is this supposed to be saving someone? With a slight tremor of his hand, Huang Rong would likely have been pierced through.

But Huang Rong was mesmerized by the man wielding two swords.

Yang Guo's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The black ribbon that had been casually binding his hair had been broken at some point, and his black hair seemed to be pulled by the surging internal energy, flying wildly like a demon.

That ethereal aura instantly transformed into a demonic presence, piercing the skin of everyone present.

But Huang Rong still saw deep love in his cold, murderous eyes.

Yang Guo truly had no interest in Huang Rong.

He had other things to do at that moment.

"Rong'er, step back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clashed his swords and charged straight at Ouyang Feng.

He did not use the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra or the Quanzhen Sword Technique, not because he did not want to, but because he did not know how.

He is still unable to achieve dual-heart control.

Despite this, he was still confident that he could withstand Ouyang Feng's palm strike.

The Quanzhen School's swordsmanship has always been more defensive than offensive.

The Big Dipper Formation, formed by the Seven Swords, can contend with the Five Greats, but has no chance of victory.

But Yang Guo didn't think so.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples and the crowd had already retreated, watching the unpredictable and aggressive Ouyang Feng and Yang Guo.

One man, resembling a beggar, was surrounded by a violent aura, all indicating that he was in a very bad state and could not distinguish friend from foe.

One man was like a god or a demon. He held a sword in both hands, his hair flying everywhere. Even his Taoist robe could not suppress his raging inner power.

"Father, I have learned a lot from Quanzhen School, and I'm afraid you have all underestimated Wang Chongyang."

Yang Guo spoke in a completely emotionless voice.

The crowd was puzzled, but looking at this boy who was both immortal and demon, they were speechless. However, they did not feel any disrespect in his words, whether it was the word "father" or the mention of Wang Chongyang.

They should be inspiring arrogance and disrespect.

But no one dared to say anything.

However, there are always many brave people.

Zhao Zhijing, however, had arrived at the main hall without anyone noticing.

Hearing this, he was instantly enraged. This kid had already entered the Quanzhen School, yet he dared to call the founder by name.

"Yang Guo, how dare you! You actually dare to address the founder by his name. How can you be a disciple of Quanzhen?"

"So noisy!"

Ouyang Feng swung his right arm, and a sinister internal force, like a venomous snake, suddenly shot out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Zhao Zhijing's vital point in the abdomen.

Zhao Zhijing felt as if his internal organs had been struck by lightning, and his true energy completely dissipated. He fell backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't even utter a groan of pain. His limbs were limp as mud, and he was completely unable to move.

Ouyang Feng stared at the ethereal youth before him. Yang Guo's swordplay, like a cold spring washing the moon, completely awakened his chaotic mind.

It was a very solid and practical kind of clarity.

He remembered—the person in front of him was Yang Guo, whom he had called "son" many times.

That was why she had descended from the deep mountains, determined to find him and take him to meet his "new bride." All the scattered fragments of memory were now perfectly pieced together.

He looked around and saw Guo Jing glaring resentfully at Huang Rong and Yang Guo.

The Quanzhen disciples all glared at him angrily.

The martial arts world feared him like a tiger, shrinking back in fear; but Huang Rong and that unknown woman's affectionate eyes were fixed on Yang Guo.

Everything was laid out before my eyes.

After that, his world consisted only of this boy.

He could sense that the young man was gathering his strength.

Because of his unyielding momentum, Zhao Zhijing was defeated in one move.

"Father, I haven't fully mastered this move yet, but I think it should be just as good for you right now."

"Alright, since you're so eager to compete, then let your father see how you've grown."

Yang Guo waved his hands, and the two swords danced in his hands.

"All Quanzhen disciples, watch closely, I will only demonstrate once."

Yang Guo fell silent, fearing he would lose his composure.

His eyes flashed like lightning, piercing straight at Ouyang Feng.

His figure vanished instantly.

The next second, it appeared in mid-air.

Jin Yan Gong.

So the Quanzhen disciples shuddered, and thought of the boy who ascended to heaven under the moon.

Is he going to challenge the Five Greats all by himself today?

Lu Guanying and the half-dazed Zhao Zhijing looked at the overconfident young man with disdain.

You are indeed highly skilled. But the reason why the Five Greats are called the Five Greats is that they have probably already transcended the realm of ordinary people.

You've only lived a few years, yet you're so overconfident.

The same applies to Guo Jing. If Ouyang Feng were in a mad state, he could still put up a fight for a long time, but when Ouyang Feng was lucid, he didn't know that there was anyone who could deal with him.

Was it his cheap former father-in-law who had always disliked him, or his beggar master?

Or perhaps it's the Southern Emperor, whose true power is hidden!

In contrast to the shock and disdain of others, Huang Rong and Cheng Yaojia had worry in their eyes.

"Chief Huang, you're full of schemes, aren't you? You're driving this old man crazy, or your husband will die."

Huang Rong replied speechlessly, "Yes, you're right. He was my husband. If he dies, I'll be a widow. You can marry someone else."

Cheng Yaojia was furious.

Huang Rong looked at the arena with concern and said, "Didn't you hear him just tell me to retreat?"

Since he's going to do it, then let him do it.

"Human strength has its limits... but I don't know where my limits lie."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the figure in mid-air suddenly flickered and split into seven afterimages!

"What?!"

Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd.

All the onlookers saw was the young man using his superb lightness skill to hover and turn in mid-air, moving as elusively as a ghost.

Those with shallow cultivation only saw him as showing off his movement techniques, but masters like Guo Jing, Huang Rong, the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen, and the black-clad nun Wuse saw through the trick at a glance—

The young man was able to teleport and move at lightning speed between the seven star positions of Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang.

One person is a Big Dipper sword formation.

Ouyang Feng laughed heartily.