The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh and bone shattering echoed as the Maybach, like a raging black beast, slammed the two Deadpools violently against the air intake grille.

Thick, black blood and shards instantly covered the windshield. The wipers emitted a dying shriek and swung wildly, barely managing to scrape out a crimson fan-shaped field of vision through the blood and grime.

"Sizzle!"

The right front tire ran over a section of Deadpool's leg bone, and the tire burst instantly!

The deflated rubber, wrapped around the deformed wheel rim, plowed a blinding trail of sparks across the asphalt road. The Maybach was completely out of control; the two-ton vehicle spun sideways, crashing heavily against the stainless steel guardrail with a sickening metallic screech.

The hood popped open, and thick black smoke mixed with the fishy smell of antifreeze billowed up.

"Bang!"

The car door was kicked open.

Chu Tianjiao rushed out of the carriage carrying Cunyu.

He was covered in blood, his crisp black trench coat was torn to shreds, and blood and foam were gushing from the deep claw mark on his chest as he breathed.

He grabbed the young Chu Zihang from the back seat and pulled him out tightly, shielding him behind him like a wolf protecting its cub.

From all directions, the chilling sound of bone spurs grinding together surged like a tide.

Hundreds and thousands of Dead Servants climbed up from the shadows on both sides of the viaduct.

That was the Black Tide that had caught the scent of pure blood; pairs of golden pupils lit up in the torrential rain, and greedy roars rolled from their throats.

Chu Tianjiao swung his blade, and Murasame transformed into a chilling, stern moon, instantly severing the heads of the two foremost assassins.

But this is meaningless.

He was panting heavily, his hand gripping the knife convulsing uncontrollably. The domain of the Word of Power: Time Zero had completely drained his energy; he was at his last gasp.

At this moment, in the shadow of the elevated road sign, Lin Yuan resembled a lurking, cold-blooded hyena.

The fierce wind tore at his tattered, coarse cloth shirt, but his breathing remained perfectly steady. If it were the original owner of this body, he would probably have been filled with righteous indignation by now, rushing into the horde of corpses to shield Chu Tianjiao from harm.

But Lin Yuan was different. He was a gambler who had just crawled out of a dilapidated kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty and survived only by scheming against the Five Great Masters. He knew better than anyone that reckless passion would only turn one into mud under someone else's feet.

A cold, golden vertical pupil swept across the battlefield: Southeast wind, force six. The road surface sloped slightly inward, and rainwater from the downpour was steadily flowing down the slope towards the underside of the Maybach. The Deadpools were positioned extremely densely.

Even more deadly, a hundred meters away, the god riding an eight-legged steed was silently watching them. If he dared to show his face and reveal his aura, the sure-fire Gungnir would instantly pierce his heart.

We can't confront them head-on; we can only leverage their strengths.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath. Like a weightless withered leaf, he leaped off the sign and landed precisely in the blind spot behind the Maybach.

He neither drew his sword nor chanted any dragon incantations.

His legs were slightly bent, and his ten fingers dug into the cold asphalt like iron nails. His back arched sharply!

Toad Style Kung Fu!

The domain of the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame was forcibly compressed by his inhuman will, no longer an indiscriminate explosion released outwards, but collapsed inwards into an ultimate spark.

This dark red flame, following the domineering and unparalleled counter-force of the Toad Style, traveled along the newly opened Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming, like an invisible earth-penetrating missile, and crashed into the waterlogged layer on the ground!

There was no open flame, and no sound.

However, within a radius of 100 meters, the water was forced past its boiling point by the terrifying laws of thermodynamics within half a breath!

"boom!!!"

Under the overpass, the accumulated water instantly vaporized, increasing in volume by thousands of times!

A terrifying, high-pressure steam bomb detonated without warning beneath the feet of the Deadpool horde!

Large areas of incandescent, ultra-high-temperature steam shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Before the Deadmen around Maybach could even scream, the high-temperature steam, reaching hundreds of degrees Celsius, instantly penetrated the gaps in their scales.

Flesh and blood are cooked and peeled off in 0.1 seconds.

Dozens of Deadpools closest to the explosion's epicenter were blasted into the air by the violent shockwave, leaping over the railing like rag dolls and plunging into the abyss.

One strike to wipe out the entire enemy!

Without consuming too much dragon blood, Lin Yuan relied on the physical laws of mortals and martial arts true energy to forcefully complete the massacre by borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

At the moment of the explosion, a deep calculation flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. He deliberately shifted the center of his true energy breathing three feet to the left.

The violent shockwave slammed into one of the main load-bearing columns beneath the bridge.

"Click."

The concrete peeled off, and the two main steel bars inside broke off.

An extremely subtle crack spread wildly upwards along the pillar.

A strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of burnt meat permeated the bridge.

The billowing incandescent steam formed a natural visual barrier in the cold rain.

Lin Yuan passed through the steam curtain and landed silently in front of Chu Tianjiao.

His tattered clothes were still dripping with mud, but his pure gold vertical pupils shone with a chilling brilliance in the white mist.

Chu Tianjiao gripped Murasame tightly, and the moment he recognized the person, a surge of wild joy erupted in his eyes: "Lin Yuan! You're not dead?!"

He strode forward, intending to grab Lin Yuan's shoulder, but after taking only half a step, his body froze as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

wrong.

The boy's eyes... were so cold.

There was no relief at escaping death, no excitement at reuniting with brothers, only the coldness of looking at inanimate objects, and a cruel calculation that weighed everyone's life on a scale.

This is definitely not the foolish boy who would bravely sacrifice his life to cover for him.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not here to reminisce," Lin Yuan said, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

A Deadpool with half its body scalded and roared as it pounced from the side.

Lin Yuan didn't even look at it. He put his right index and middle fingers together and casually pointed out.

One-Finger Divine Skill!

A wisp of compressed royal flame shot out from his fingertip, piercing Deadpool's heart with a "poof".

Deadpool instantly turned into a charred mess and smashed into the puddle.

Chu Tianjiao's pupils constricted sharply. Such terrifying control over the heat—this was completely unlike how Jun Yan should be used!

"Odin's target is you."

Lin Yuan turned to the side, pointed to the fault line of the overpass ahead, and said very quickly, "I'll cover you. You get in the car, floor the gas pedal, and drive over the fault line."

Lin Yuan turned his head and stared intently into Chu Tianjiao's eyes.

"Remember, if you dare to turn back, I'll kill you first."

Chu Tianjiao's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He was intimidated by the overwhelming sense of control Lin Yuan exuded, and his veteran's instincts led him to choose obedience.

"Okay!" Without a word of nonsense, Chu Tianjiao scooped up Chu Zihang and shoved him into the passenger seat, then plunged into the driver's seat himself.

The car key was turned frantically, and the Maybach's engine roared in a death throes. The cylinders churned, and the three remaining intact tires spun wildly in the puddles, emitting acrid white smoke from the friction.

"Boom!" The Maybach shot off like an arrow, hurtling desperately towards the fault line!

Just as the car was about to lurch forward...

The torrential rain over the overpass suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that the rain stopped, but rather that time was forcibly frozen by some great force.

The gale stopped, the incandescent steam condensed in mid-air, and the rain turned into countless glittering shards of glass, eerily hovering around Lin Yuan.

An aura of absolute death, transcending the rules of the world, like the pressure of ten thousand tons of water, locked onto the front of the Maybach.

At the end of the storm a hundred meters away, Odin, riding his eight-legged steed, slowly raised his right hand.

The long spear that resembled a withered branch—Gungnir—was raised.