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

Guo Jing was so shocked by his question that his face turned pale and he was speechless.

He wanted to argue, but found himself unable to utter a single word.

Because what Lin Ye said seemed to be... true.

His unwavering sense of justice began to crack under this series of questions.

He always believed that he was doing the right thing.

What's wrong with acting chivalrously and serving the country and its people?

However, he never imagined that in the corners he couldn't see, outside his black-and-white world, there existed such a dirty and unjust gray area.

He never imagined that the "justice" he upheld would be so despicable in the eyes of some people.

For the first time, his conviction wavered.

Seeing Guo Jing's distraught appearance, the mockery in Lin Ye's eyes turned into utter coldness.

"So, put away your ridiculous set of high-sounding principles, Master Guo."

"Whether you save your country or serve your people is none of my business."

"I'm standing here today for only one thing."

He slowly raised the giant sword in his hand; its jet-black blade reflected no light in the sunlight.

"Kill everyone who wants to kill me."

"Or, you can kill them all."

"It's that simple."

The moment he finished speaking, a killing intent that was purer and more terrifying than ever before erupted from his body!

That murderous aura was no longer directed at any one person, but indiscriminately enveloped the entire summit of Zhongnan Mountain!

Everyone swept by this murderous aura felt as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar, their bodies chilled to the bone.

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed, and he instinctively shielded the Golden Wheel Monk in front of him.

He realized that he had underestimated this young man.

This kid is no pushover at all.

He's a complete madman!

A madman who wants to be at odds with the whole world!

The moment Guo Jing sensed this murderous aura, his wavering belief miraculously re-formed.

Looking into Lin Ye's eyes, which were stained with blood and madness, the last trace of confusion in his heart was replaced by a more primal rage.

wrong!

You're all wrong!

No matter how much Lin Ye suffered, no matter how despicable the Quanzhen Sect was, none of this could justify his indiscriminate killing of innocent people and his contempt for all living beings!

Kill everyone who wants to kill him?

What an arrogant and malicious idea!

This is no longer a battle between good and evil.

This is the conflict between humans and demons!

"You...you're beyond saving!"

Guo Jing squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, his eyes hardening once more.

It was a resolute determination to completely purify and utterly destroy the demon before them, even at the cost of their own lives!

The Nine Yang Divine Skill was running wildly within his body, and surging internal energy began to gather in his palms.

He prepared to unleash the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms once more!

Even if it means death, he will use his life to defend the "chivalrous" principles in his heart!

Lin Ye looked at his heroic death, without the slightest surprise in his eyes.

He had long known that it was impossible to reason with someone who had been brainwashed their whole life.

The only way is to use your fists to completely wake him up.

Or, kill them.

The giant sword in his hand began to emit a low hum, as if it were yearning for blood.

The atmosphere at the mountaintop froze once again.

Everyone held their breath.

They knew that the two most powerful martial arts masters in the Central Plains were about to engage in a deadly battle that would determine the fate of countless people.

At this critical moment!

"Report—!!!"

A piercing, terrifying, and desperate roar came from below the mountain path, growing louder as it approached!

That shout of "Report!" was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky, instantly shattering the iron-frozen atmosphere atop Zhongnan Mountain.

Everyone's movements froze.

Guo Jing's palm strike, which was poised to strike, was abruptly blocked at his dantian.

Lin Ye's giant sword, which he was about to unleash, also froze in mid-air.

The golden wheel that the Golden Wheel Dharma King had been spinning incessantly also stopped.

Everyone's gaze turned in unison towards the bottom of the mountain path.

A figure could be seen tumbling and crawling, almost suicidal, as it rushed up the steep mountain path.

That was a disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

His clothes were already torn to shreds by thorns, and his face and hands were covered in cuts and bruises, making him look extremely disheveled.

He even forgot to use his light-footed skills, relying solely on the most primitive methods of running and rolling, desperately trying to get up the mountain.

As he ran, he let out a wild howl in his hoarse and deformed voice.

"Report—!!"

"Urgent military situation—!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the Beggar Clan disciple had already rushed onto the plaza.

He stumbled and fell face down on the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but he didn't have the strength to move at all.

Lu Youjiao rushed forward and helped him up from the ground.

"Xiao Wu! What happened?!"

The beggar disciple named Xiao Wu had chapped lips, bloodshot eyes, and was on the verge of collapse.

When he saw Lu Youjiao, it was like seeing a relative, and he burst into tears.

The cries were filled with endless fear and despair.

"Elder Lu... Elder Lu..."

He trembled as he pulled a blood-soaked bamboo tube from his pocket and, with his last ounce of strength, handed it over.

"Xiang...Xiangyang...Urgent dispatch from 800 li away...!"

After saying those words, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

Urgent dispatch! (800 li express)

These five words were like five heavy hammer blows, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone knows what this means.

This means something big has happened!

This is a huge disaster!

Guo Jing and Huang Rong's faces turned deathly pale in an instant.

They are more sensitive to these five words than anyone else.

Every time these five words appear, it means that Xiangyang City is about to face another bloodbath.

Lu Youjiao's hands trembled as he poured a small roll of cloth from the bamboo tube.

He unfolded the strip of cloth, glanced at it, and was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the most dangerous pinpoints.

His mouth was open unconsciously, but no sound came out.

The color drained instantly from that face, which had been weathered by the elements for years.

"Old Lu! What happened?!"

An impatient elder of the Beggars' Sect couldn't help but urge him on.

Lu Youjiao seemed not to hear, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

That small strip of cloth felt as heavy as a thousand pounds at that moment, and he could barely hold it.

"It's over..."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with an overwhelming despair.

"It's all over..."

"What on earth is written here!" Guo Jing could no longer contain himself. He rushed to Lu Youjiao and snatched the strip of cloth from him.

Huang Rong also came over.

When their eyes fell on the short line of words on the strip of cloth, both of them froze.

The words on the strip of cloth were written in blood, the handwriting messy and hurried, yet carrying a shocking sense of resolve.

"The Mongol army has launched a full-scale invasion; two hundred thousand cavalry have already passed Ruzhou, and their advance is aimed directly at Xiangyang!"

boom--!!!

These words were like an invisible thunderclap, exploding loudly in the minds of Guo Jing and Huang Rong!

Two hundred thousand!

Two hundred thousand iron cavalry!

Guo Jing's vision went black for a moment, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

Huang Rong quickly supported him, but her own legs were also very weak.

Two hundred thousand...

What does this mean?

Over the years, they have guarded Xiangyang and fought no fewer than a hundred battles, large and small, against the Mongols.

The largest Mongol attack ever involved only 50,000 troops.

That incident had already put Xiangyang City in grave danger. If Guo Jing hadn't fought desperately and shot down the enemy's commander, Xiangyang would have already fallen.

But now, it's two hundred thousand!

Two hundred thousand well-equipped and fearless Mongol cavalry!

A nation has been invaded!

These four words made them feel suffocated.

This shows that the Mongols have gone all out this time and are determined to win!

They were no longer going to launch any more probing attacks; they were going to use absolute, overwhelming power to crush Xiangyang and the entire Song Dynasty in one fell swoop!

"How...how could this happen..."

Guo Jing muttered to himself, his eyes vacant.

He couldn't figure it out.

A few days ago, when he left Xiangyang, the Mongol army was still a hundred miles away, and the two sides were in a stalemate, with no signs of a large-scale war.

How could they suddenly assemble an army of 200,000 in just a few days and even reach Ruzhou?

Ruzhou is less than 300 li away from Xiangyang!

At the speed of the Mongol cavalry, they could be at the city gates in two days at most!

It’s over.

This thought, uncontrollably, welled up in Guo Jing's heart.

We can't hold on any longer.

Xiangyang City is absolutely indefensible.

The garrison in the city, at most, numbered no more than 30,000.

Even including the temporarily conscripted laborers, the total number was less than 50,000.

Fifty thousand, against two hundred thousand.

Moreover, the opponent was the invincible Mongol cavalry.

How can we fight this battle?

This isn't war, this is suicide!

It's like risking the lives of the entire city's soldiers and civilians to fill a bottomless pit that can never be filled!

despair.

An utter despair, like a tidal wave, completely overwhelmed Guo Jing.

He had guarded Xiangyang for more than a decade and experienced countless life-or-death crises, but he had never felt so powerless as he did today.

Seeing her husband's distraught state, Huang Rong felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

But she was much calmer than Guo Jing.

Her mind was racing.

An army of two hundred thousand...the entire nation is coming to invade...

This is very abnormal!

Although the Mongols were powerful, they were not fools.

To send 200,000 troops deep into enemy territory and head straight for Xiangyang was to gamble with the fate of the nation!

If they suffer a setback or their logistical support fails, this army of 200,000 will be in danger of being completely wiped out.

What was it that made the Great Khan of the Mongols make such a huge decision?

There must be something they don't know.

Just then, the Golden Wheel Monk, who had been standing by watching the show, suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was full of smugness and arrogance.

"Hahaha! Master Guo, Chief Huang, now you know, but it's too late!"

He held the golden wheel, a gloating expression on his face.

"Our Great Khan has long since resolved to unify the world!"

"The mere city of Xiangyang is but a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the 200,000 iron cavalry of my Great Mongol Empire!"

"I advise you to surrender the city as soon as possible, or you may save your lives. If you resist stubbornly, when the city falls, I will ensure that not a single chicken or dog is spared in Xiangyang!"

His words were extremely arrogant.

The martial arts practitioners present were all furious, their faces turning pale, but none of them dared to utter a word of rebuttal.

Because they knew that what the Golden Wheel Dharma King said was true.

Two hundred thousand iron cavalry...

This number, like a mountain, weighs heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

They were all江湖人 (jianghu people), living a life of chivalry and vengeance, and fighting and killing were nothing new to them.

But that's within the realm of the martial arts world.

Faced with a truly devastating state apparatus and an army as powerful as an iron torrent, what do their individual martial arts skills amount to?

Even if it were Guo Jing or Lin Ye, no matter how high their martial arts skills were, could they withstand an army of thousands?

What to do when your internal energy is exhausted?

Will it be riddled with arrows and turned into a hedgehog?

Will they be trampled into mincemeat by horses' hooves?

Fear began to spread among the crowd.

"Two...two hundred thousand...my God..."

"How...how can we fight like this? Once Xiangyang falls, the Mongol Tartars will be at our doorstep!"

"Run! Hurry home, take your wife and kids and run! Run south! Run as far as you can!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Are we just going to stay here and wait to die?!"

The heroes who were just moments ago united in their hatred of the enemy and determined to "eliminate the scourge from the martial arts world" are now in complete chaos.

Some people turned pale and their legs went weak.

Some people have already started planning their escape routes.

The so-called "national righteousness" appears so fragile in the face of the threat of death.

Listening to the panicked discussions around him and seeing the ugly behavior of his fellow martial arts practitioners, Guo Jing felt a surge of immense sorrow.

Is this the "chivalry" he has always upheld?

Is this the "Central Plains" he risked his life to protect?

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the Golden Wheel Monk.

"I, Guo Jing, was born a citizen of the Song Dynasty, and I will die a ghost of the Song Dynasty!"

"As long as I have a breath left, I will never let you Tartars set foot in Xiangyang!"

His voice was strong and resonant!

That upright and righteous spirit, belonging to the "great heroes," rose up from his body once again!

He may not be the smartest, but he is certainly the most determined.

His beliefs may waver, but they will never collapse!

Huang Rong looked at him, a hint of pride and endless worry flashing in her eyes.

She knew that this was her Jing-gege.

Foolish, stubborn, yet...so adorable it's heartbreaking.

Looking at Guo Jing's heroic act of facing death, the Golden Wheel Monk curled his lip in disdain.

"Utterly foolish."

He was too lazy to waste any more words arguing with this stubborn person.

His gaze returned to Lin Ye.

In his view, the only person on Zhongnan Mountain who truly deserved his attention was this young man.

He noticed that Lin Ye's expression had remained almost unchanged since the military intelligence was received.

He remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

It was as if those 200,000 Mongol cavalry had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Lin Ye," the Golden Wheel Monk spoke again, this time with less seduction and more of an equal tone, "Now, you should see things clearly, shouldn't you?"

"The Song Dynasty's fate is sealed. The martial arts world of the Central Plains is nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs."

"A wise bird chooses its tree to perch on, and a virtuous minister chooses his lord to serve. Why should a hero like you sink with this wrecked ship?"

"How about you reconsider my suggestion? If you just give your nod, we'll leave now. The grudges and grievances on Zhongnan Mountain, the life and death of the Song Dynasty, will no longer be your concern."

Everyone's hearts were in their throats once again.

They all watched Lin Ye nervously.

What will he choose this time?

Knowing that the Song Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, would he still refuse?

Guo Jing also stared intently at Lin Ye.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

He wanted to scold Lin Ye and tell him not to be a traitor.

But what right does he have to criticize?

He then tried to persuade Lin Ye to let him stay and fight against the Mongols together.

But what face does he have to ask for it?

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Ye delivered his verdict.

Lin Ye's gaze slowly swept across the entire room.

He saw Guo Jing's face, which was filled with struggle and pain.

He saw Huang Rong's eyes filled with anxiety and calculation.

He saw the martial arts practitioners around him, each with a complex expression of fear, cowardice, and a hint of expectation.

Finally, his gaze fell on the self-righteous face of the Golden Wheel Monk.

He suddenly felt that all of this was like a ridiculous farce.

He slowly lifted the massive, black sword from the ground.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He turned around and walked back step by step towards the ancient tomb.

He didn't even glance at anyone else.

It was as if everything on the mountaintop, the lives and deaths of thousands of people, and the advance of two hundred thousand troops were all irrelevant to him.

He's going home.

It's too noisy outside.

All he wanted was to stay quietly with Long'er.

Everyone was stunned.

What does this mean?

He's not playing anymore?

He's not going to choose?

He's going to...leave?

Even the Golden Wheel Monk was stunned.

He imagined countless possible reactions from Lin Ye: nodding or shaking his head.

But what I didn't expect was that he would just turn around and leave!

What is this?

Ignore!

This is utterly and completely ignored!

The Golden Wheel Monk's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He felt like a clown putting on a great show on stage, while the audience below didn't even bother to look at him and simply got up and left.

"stop!"

He roared and hurled the golden wheel in his hand toward Lin Ye’s back with a whooshing sound!

He wanted to teach this arrogant young man a lesson he would never forget!

The Golden Wheel Monk unleashed a furious attack, a move that shook the heavens and earth!

Driven by his powerful inner strength, the heavy golden wheel transformed into a golden streak of light, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Lin Ye's vital point in the back!

He used all his strength in this attack!

He was confident that even Guo Jing would not dare to take the hit head-on in such a hurry!

"Be careful!"

Huang Rong gasped in shock.

Guo Jing's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he was about to fly to the rescue.

However, it was too late.

The speed of the golden wheel is too fast!

Just as that golden stream of death was about to touch Lin Ye's body...

Lin Ye didn't even turn around.

He simply tossed the massive black sword that had been trailing behind him back casually.

The movement was so casual, like swatting away an annoying fly.

then.

"clang--!!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!

The sound was louder than any previous collision, making everyone present's eardrums buzz and their heads spin.

A visible ring of air bursts out suddenly from the point of collision between the giant sword and the golden wheel!

Wherever the blast wave passed, the gravel and dust on the ground were swept away!

A few people who were closer were hit by the aftershock and were immediately thrown off balance, screaming as they flew away!

And at the very center of the storm.

The Golden Wheel Monk's all-out attack, so determined to succeed, his heavy golden wheel powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, actually... faltered the moment it met the massive black sword.

He was bounced away!

It was like a ball hitting an impenetrable wall!

The golden wheel hummed mournfully in mid-air, tumbling and flying back at a speed three times faster than it had come!

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically!

Without thinking, he stomped his foot and retreated rapidly, while reaching out to catch his weapon.

But the moment he caught it, an overwhelming and terrifying force surged forth along the golden wheel!

"puff!"

The Golden Wheel Monk felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably!

He was so shaken by the immense force that he staggered back more than a dozen steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard bluestone ground!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!..."

He only managed to stop when his back slammed heavily against a stone pillar in front of Chongyang Palace.

"Snap!"

The massive stone pillar, which required two people to encircle, was cracked with spiderweb-like fissures by his impact!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the black-clad figure, who hadn't even turned his head, as if he were a monster.

one move.

And it was just one move again.

No, it doesn't even qualify as a single move.

It was just casually placed there.

They defeated the mighty National Preceptor of Mongolia, causing him to cough up blood and stagger backward!

Is this...is this even human?!

The Golden Wheel Monk leaned against a stone pillar, panting heavily.

His hand, which was gripping the golden wheel, was already a bloody mess at the base of his thumb.

His internal organs felt as if they were on fire, causing him excruciating pain.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

His eyes were fixed intently on Lin Ye's back, and the arrogance and disdain he had shown before were gone.

All that remained was endless horror and... bewilderment.

How is that possible?

How is this possible?!

He was very proud of his Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which he had already mastered to the tenth level!

Looking across the world, he was confident that no one could surpass him in terms of strength alone!

But just a moment ago, he felt that what he had thrown was not a golden wheel, but an egg.

The black sword the opponent wielded was made of an ancient, unyielding piece of black iron!

The force that rebounded was pure, domineering, and unreasonable!

This is not martial arts at all!

This is a higher level of "reason" that he cannot understand!

At that moment, the Golden Wheel Monk's heart sank completely.

He knew he had lost.

The defeat was complete and utter, without a doubt.

Even if he risked his life, he could never be a match for this young man.

They are not even on the same level.

Lin Ye, from beginning to end, never looked back.

He seemed completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

He simply dragged the massive, black sword, step by step, continuing to walk towards the ancient tomb.

"Shh...shh...shh..."

The heavy sound of the sword scraping against the ground was like a death knell, striking the hearts of everyone present.

No one dared to stop them anymore.

No one dared to speak again.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as that solitary figure receded further and further away from them.

Guo Jing stood still, motionless.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He felt no pleasure whatsoever when he saw the Golden Wheel Monk being beaten until he vomited blood.

There was only a deeper sense of powerlessness.

Even the Golden Wheel Monk was defeated.

The defeat was so decisive and so complete.

What about yourself?

Even if I rush forward again, what difference will the result make?