An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

"You want my Quanzhen Sect to be your Mongols' lackeys? Get out!"

Wang Chuyi went even further and started cursing.

Huo Du's smile remained unchanged; he had anticipated this reaction.

"Why are you so angry, fellow Daoists? A wise man submits to circumstances. The martial arts world of the Central Plains has declined. What use is it for you to cling to these pitiful rules and dignity? You might as well surrender soon and share in the riches and glory."

His gaze once again defiantly fell upon Guo Jing.

"Great Hero Guo, how long can you hold out in that lonely city of Xiangyang? Why not join us and create a new era? If your martial arts are employed by the Great Khan, you will be crowned king and appointed prime minister in no time."

"shut up!"

Guo Jing finally spoke, his voice not loud, but it was like thunder from the heavens, making the entire hall vibrate.

Guo Jing's shout of "Shut up!" was neither as fiery and violent as Qiu Chuji's, nor as furious and enraged as Wang Chuyi's.

The sound was deep and muffled, like a mountain collapsing, heavy and profound like a tsunami. It did not come from his throat, but from the depths of the solid earth veins of Zhongnan Mountain, like thunder rolling down from the heavens.

The air in the entire Sanqing Hall seemed to freeze at the sound.

The copper bells hanging from the beams stopped swaying, and the wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner were eerily broken into a single piece.

All the Quanzhen disciples in the hall, regardless of their level of cultivation, felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their chests tightly, causing their breath to catch in their throats.

The faces of his third-generation disciples turned pale, and some were even so shocked by the sound that their blood churned and they felt like vomiting.

Their eyes were filled with awe and admiration for the legendary figure Guo Jing.

He did not feel any discomfort.

The immense sonic pressure washed over his body like a spring breeze brushing against steel, leaving no trace.

The true energy of the Yi Jin Jing within his body circulated on its own, eliminating all external forces.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and precisely locked onto Huo Du.

Huo Du's handsome face, which had been wearing a frivolous smile, was now completely frozen.

The white jade folding fan in his hand snapped shut with a "click," the fan ribs groaning slightly from the unconscious force exerted by their owner.

It's not that he hasn't seen experts before.

His master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, possessed unfathomable power.

But Guo Jing gave him a completely different feeling.

The power of the Golden Wheel Monk lies in his sharp, knife-like pressure, making you realize that you are no match for him.

Guo Jing's power is like a vast ocean; you can't see its boundaries, you can't fathom its depths, and you can't even sense any clear killing intent. But if he so desires, a single wave can completely engulf you.

The intelligence is incorrect!

That's completely wrong!

Huo Du's mind was filled with alarm bells.

The records say that Guo Jing was dull-witted and of average talent, relying entirely on fortuitous encounters and hard work.

But the person in front of me had a calm and deep aura, and he didn't seem stupid at all.

This is clearly a master who has reached the pinnacle of skill!

"Master Guo..."

Huo Du forced a smile, trying to save face, but his words were involuntarily dry, "Why get so angry? I was just... conveying the good wishes of the Great Khan and the Master."

Guo Jing's gaze remained unwavering; he looked at Huo Du as if he were looking at a stubborn rock by the roadside.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

It's an incredibly simple action.

But the moment he raised his hand, Huo felt as if he were being stared at by a giant beast that had awakened from the ancient wilderness.

Everything around disappeared: the angry faces of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Darba's vigilance, and the solemnity of the Sanqing Hall all faded into a gray background.

In his world, all that remained was that ever-growing hand.

"not good!"

Huo Du was, after all, a disciple carefully taught by the Golden Wheel Monk, and his reactions were extremely quick.

He unleashed his full power in an instant, his toes slamming against the bluestone slab, his body flying backward like a falling leaf. At the same time, with a flick of his left hand, three ice-soul silver needles coated with deadly poison shot silently toward Guo Jing's face.

His thought wasn't to fight back, but to escape!

As long as we can create distance, as long as we can make Guo Jing hesitate even slightly!

However, all of this was in vain.

Guo Jing's palm, seemingly slow, actually struck first despite being delayed, ignoring the distance in space.

"Awooo—!"

A deep, desolate roar, a dragon's cry from the depths of the soul, resounded in the hearts of everyone.

That wasn't a sound heard by the ears, but a pressure felt by the mind.

The air around Guo Jing's palm distorted violently, and a faint golden dragon-shaped energy blast, visible to the naked eye, flashed by.

Those three vicious Ice Soul Silver Needles didn't even get within three feet of Guo Jing before being crushed into dust in mid-air by that invisible palm wind.

Huo Du's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He watched helplessly as that palm passed through all his defenses and evasions, and lightly imprinted itself on his dantian.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only one dull, heart-stopping "plop" sound.

The ripe fruits were gently pressed and crushed.

The look of terror on Huo Du's face froze.

He felt no pain, only a vast, yet strangely gentle, internal force rushing into his dantian.

The internal force did not cause widespread destruction, but rather, like a precise scalpel, gently stirred the Qi Sea in which he had cultivated diligently for over twenty years.

Then, everything he had was gone.

The dantian (energy center) is shattered.

The twelve primary meridians have been severed.

The eight extraordinary meridians are ruined.

He felt like a punctured balloon; all his inner strength and power had been completely depleted in less than a moment.

"Ugh..."

An indescribable, excruciating pain slowly spread from my limbs and bones, piercing my very soul.

Huo Du flew backward like a lump of mud, crashing into the vermilion pillars of the main hall before softly sliding to the ground.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't even scream. He could only twitch futilely like a fish out of water, and the blood gushing from his mouth stained his luxurious clothes.

obsolete.

One palm strike.

It was completely and utterly destroyed.

He went from a promising Mongolian prince and a rising star in the martial arts world to a cripple who was even weaker than an ordinary strong man.

The entire Sanqing Hall was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Qiu Chuji swallowed back the cheer that had just reached his lips. He looked at Huo Du, who was convulsing on the ground, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He had thought Guo Jing would win, but he hadn't expected it to be such a crushing defeat.

This is not a contest of martial arts; this is a trial.

Ma Yu's brows furrowed even deeper.

He thought more deeply than the monk Chuji.

Guo Jing's palm strike not only crippled Huo Du, but also destroyed the last vestige of the false peace between the Mongols and the Quanzhen Sect.

The Golden Wheel Monk will surely be furious.

He looked at Guo Jing and found that Guo Jing's expression had not changed from beginning to end; he had only done a trivial little thing.

This composure, this determination...

Ma Yu sighed inwardly. Guo Jing was no longer the junior who needed his guidance.

He has grown into a truly towering tree, sheltering the backbone of the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

"Has the control over power reached this point?"

"Senior brother!"

A furious roar shattered the deathly silence in the hall.

Darba, a man as burly as an iron tower, stared at the fallen Huo Du with bloodshot eyes, his mind going blank.

He didn't understand.

In his heart, his senior brother Huo Du was intelligent and powerful, second only to his master, the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Guo Jing was merely a "great hero" in name only in the Central Plains.

But why was it only one palm strike?

Anger instantly overwhelmed his simple reason.

"You...you dare to hurt my senior brother! I'll kill you!"

Darba let out a beastly roar, and his massive body unleashed astonishing power.

His arms were bulging with muscles, veins coiling like dragons, and the golden vajra in his hand, with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, transformed into a golden meteor and smashed down hard towards Guo Jing's head!

This single strike embodies his life's work and skill.

He was born with superhuman strength and practiced external hard skills. The power of this strike was enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks. If an ordinary expert were hit by it, he would immediately suffer broken bones and splattered brains.

Wang Chuyi, Liu Chuxuan, and others among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen all had slight changes in expression.

They asked themselves, and they dared not easily meet this attack head-on in a one-on-one situation; they could only temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

Guo Jing remained standing in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He watched as the Vajra pestle crashed down upon him, took a half-step back with his left foot, lowered his body, and drew a mysterious arc with his right palm from bottom to top to meet the heavy weapon.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - Dragon Tail Swing!

This move is known for its skillful application of force, and is specifically designed to counter powerful and heavy attacks.

"Here comes the change of tactics, using softness to overcome hardness."

He thought to himself, "Ordinary people would use this move to deflect force. But how would he use it?"

"clang--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded throughout the hall!