Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Lu Qingdu let out a strange cry and wildly waved his longsword.

"when!"

Yang Guo punched the sword.

The longsword, crafted from fine steel, was actually broken in two by that punch.

Before Lu Qingdu could react, Yang Guo grabbed him by the neck.

"Uh...uh..."

The two-hundred-pound fat man kicked wildly in the air, his face instantly turning a liverish color, his eyes bulging outwards, and he desperately tried to pry Yang Guo's fingers apart with both hands.

But Yang Guo's hand remained completely still.

"Die."

A bright red light shone in Yang Guo's eyes.

He clenched his other fist, veins bulging on it, his inner strength surging.

If that punch lands, Lu Qingdu's head will definitely explode like a watermelon.

The Taoist priests lying on the ground around them were all terrified, their faces pale, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Although they usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly under Lu Qingdu's influence, they had never seen a scene where someone was really about to be killed.

The heat within Yang Guo's body had reached a critical point, and his rationality was gradually disappearing.

The Lu Qingdu before me is even more hateful than my father's killer.

"goodbye."

The fist slammed down with a whooshing sound.

Lu Qingdu closed his eyes in despair.

At this critical moment.

"Whoosh—"

A white figure streaked through the air.

Swift as lightning, light as a feather.

"Ring ring..."

As the figure fell, a clear, crisp bell rang out.

The ringtone seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly suppressing the murderous intent in Yang Guo's heart.

Immediately afterwards, the white silk wrapped around his wrist.

A chilling internal force emanated from the white silk.

Yang Guo's powerful punch was actually deflected three inches by this force.

A fist grazed Lu Qingdu's ear.

It slammed into the boundary marker behind him.

That is the "forbidden area" stone tablet erected by Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School.

The hard granite monument was actually cracked in the middle by this punch.

Gravel flew everywhere.

Lu Qingdu felt a ringing in his ears and a burning pain on half of his face.

His legs went weak, and he felt a warm sensation in his crotch. He was so scared that he wet himself.

Yang Guo was panting heavily, his eyes still bloodshot.

He turned his head sharply, looking in the direction from which the white silk had flown.

A white figure appeared on the treetops, seemingly out of nowhere.

Little Dragon Girl stood on an extremely thin branch, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy walking on water.

She held the other end of the white silk in her hand, her expression cold and inscrutable.

"Yang Guo".

Her voice was as clear and cold as ice and snow, instantly extinguishing the heat in Yang Guo's heart.

Yang Guo stared blankly at Xiaolongnu.

The madness in my mind gradually subsided, and reason returned.

He looked at his still-bleeding fist, then at Lu Qingdu, whose eyes had rolled back in his head.

He loosened his grip, and Lu Qingdu fell to the ground like a lump of mud, gasping for breath.

"Yang Guo".

"You're going to become a demon."

With a swift movement, Xiaolongnu floated down from the treetop and landed in front of Yang Guo.

She reached out a hand and placed it on Yang Guo's pulse.

Yang Guo felt a chilling sensation creep into his body through his wrist.

The scorching internal energy that was surging wildly through his meridians instantly became docile upon encountering this cool air.

Yang Guo let out a long sigh of relief, his body swayed, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

That punch exhausted all his strength.

……

The wind rustles through the treetops, and the fallen leaves fall softly.

Lu Qingdu slumped to the ground, the damp heat in his crotch now turning icy cold.

Just a moment ago, he really saw the King of Hell beckoning.

"This kid... is a madman..."

After a long while, the fear subsided slightly.

He looked in the direction where the white figure had disappeared, and Lu Qingdu swallowed hard.

"Who is that?"

He recalled that fleeting glimpse of her in snow-white robes. Though she was far away, and it was only a profile, her ethereal beauty was more captivating than any fairy in a painting.

"Could there really be such a beautiful woman in this world?"

A nameless rage suddenly surged within Lu Qing.

Why was it that Yang Guo, that little bastard, was able to be rescued by such a fairy-like woman?

Moreover, judging from the way the woman picked up Yang Guo, she was clearly very familiar with the situation.

"Oh shit!"

"Yang Guo! You gigolo!"

He sat there angrily, looking at his fellow disciples lying all over the ground around him.

Some of these people were rolling on the ground clutching their stomachs, some were groaning while holding their severed hands, and some had even fainted, their fate unknown.

This defeat was utterly humiliating.

A dozen or so people ganged up on one person, even posing as if they were in the Big Dipper formation, but they were utterly defeated.

If this gets out, how will I ever be able to stay in the Quanzhen Sect again?

"Stop howling, everyone!"

Lu Qingdu was furious and embarrassed. "You all look like you're being slaughtered! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves!"

Several of the more conscious Taoist priests shrank back in fright at his roar, and their groans subsided considerably.

"Senior Brother Lu..."

The weasel-faced Taoist priest, covering his swollen face, leaned closer. "What...what do we do?"

Lu Qingdu sneered, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. "What's the panic? Yang Guo is doomed this time!"

……

Chongyang Palace, side hall.

Zhao Zhijing held a cup of tea in his hands, gently blowing away the foam.

He's in a good mood today.

Since taking control of the punishments of the third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, his prestige within the sect has soared. Those fellow disciples who used to ignore him now respectfully address him as "Senior Brother Zhao."

Only that Yin Zhiping.

The thought of Yin Zhiping darkened Zhao Zhijing's expression.

That hypocrite, relying on his master Qiu Chuji's favor, has always been one step ahead of me. Even though I am more skilled in martial arts and have more seniority, the position of sect leader always seems to favor that indecisive Yin Zhiping.

"Hmph, putting on airs."

Zhao Zhijing took a sip of tea and snorted coldly.

Just then, a cry of "Dad, Mom!" came from outside the hall.

"Master! Master, you must do justice for your disciple!"

The wailing was so heart-wrenching that it startled Zhao Zhijing so much that his hand trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled onto his Taoist robe.

He frowned, put down his teacup, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of behavior is this, all in such a panic! Come in!"

The palace gates were forced open.

Zhao Zhijing looked up and immediately gasped.

Lu Qingdu was being helped in, limping as he walked in. His face was covered in bruises, and his left eye was so swollen that it was barely a slit.

Behind him followed seven or eight stretchers, each carrying a groaning Quanzhen disciple.

"this……"

Zhao Zhijing abruptly stood up, his face ashen. "What happened? Who did this?"

Lu Qingdu knelt down with a "plop," tears streaming down his face.

"Master! It's Yang Guo! It's that little beast!"

"Yang Guo?"

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage, "Bullshit! Yang Guo has only been on the mountain for a few days? He hasn't even memorized all the incantations of the Quanzhen Swordplay yet, how could he beat you like this? Do you think your master is a fool?"

Although he knew that Yang Guo was somewhat clever, martial arts were all about accumulating knowledge over time.

Although Lu Qingdu and his group may not be considered top-tier experts, they have at least practiced for over a decade. When they set up the Big Dipper Formation, even second-rate martial arts masters would have to think twice.

How could I possibly be defeated by a mere kid?

"Master! Everything I said is true!"

Lu Qingdu crawled a few steps on his knees and hugged Zhao Zhijing's leg. "That Yang Guo... he practiced demonic magic! It's true! He's incredibly strong; he shattered the stone tablet in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain with a single punch!"