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

Two streaks of white silk shot out from the darkness.

With incredible speed, the true energy forcefully tore through the cold air of the tomb chamber, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The end of the white silk, carrying the extremely cold internal force of the Ancient Tomb Sect, aimed straight for Lin Yuan's throat like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Granny Sun was terrified. She raised her black wooden cane to stop her, but the white silk had already passed over her shoulder, and the chilling wind it brought made her cheeks sting.

"Hey! You call yourselves senior masters!" Yang Guo stepped forward, pointing at Xiaolongnu and angrily shouting, "You're the ones who brought us in, and now you want to kill us without even asking a question? Those Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect are unreasonable, but are you Ancient Tomb Sect members insane?!"

Xiaolongnu's face was hidden in the dim light, neither sad nor happy. Her clear, cold voice echoed from the ceiling of the empty tomb: "I do not need to explain my actions to outsiders. Ancestral precepts cannot be violated: men who enter the tomb shall die."

Before the words were finished, the white silk flew even faster.

Lin Yuan did not back down.

He stood quietly in place, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. Deep within his eyes, pure golden vertical pupils ignited, and his dragon blood talent was activated at full power.

On the retina, the sharp attack trajectory of the white silk was instantly and violently dismantled. Wind speed, angle, the nodes of true qi circulation, the blind spots of force exertion... all the changes in physics and energy were transformed into a slowly flowing stream of data under the analysis of the Golden Eye.

Lin Yuan only tilted his head half an inch to the left.

"Sizzle—"

The white silk grazed his hair with a narrow escape, striking the blue stone wall behind him with a heavy thud. With a muffled crash, a deep crater was punched into the stone wall, and shards of stone flew everywhere.

A strange light flashed in Xiaolongnu's usually calm eyes. With a slight flick of her wrist, two strands of white silk instantly retracted into her sleeves like nimble snakes. Then, with a light touch of her toes, her figure, like a weightless white ghost, gracefully moved forward.

The moment they closed the distance, Xiaolongnu reached out from her sleeves with both hands.

On those slender, white hands wore an extremely thin glove, woven from a blend of fine gold and platinum threads—the Jade Bee Gloves, a treasure of the ancient tomb. Invulnerable to blades and spears, impervious to palm strikes, and even capable of catching a peerless sword barehanded.

Little Dragon Girl's palms flew, unleashing the Ancient Tomb Sect's ultimate technique, "Heavenly Net and Earthly Net Formation."

The palm strikes were incredibly dense, a technique said to be so powerful that even eighty-one sparrows couldn't escape its grasp. In an instant, it transformed into a sky full of chilling palm shadows. The palm force intertwined to form an impenetrable net, directly sealing off thirty-six major acupoints around Lin Yuan's body. The air inside the tomb was frantically sliced ​​apart by this palm force, emitting a continuous, sharp whistling sound.

Lin Yuan let out a very soft, cold snort.

Faced with this impenetrable palm technique, he still made no defensive move. Inside his dantian, however, the dark golden liquid internal energy was boiling violently, and the cycle of the three combined techniques instantly accelerated to its limit.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and met the indestructible jade bee gloves head-on with an almost domineering posture.

The fleshy palm meets the golden thread.

At the moment of contact, there was no booming sound of colliding true energy, nor any fancy changes in moves.

Only the terrifyingly high temperature, beyond the comprehension of the low-level martial arts world, is the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame.

The extremely compressed, dark red heat burst open unexpectedly between their palms.

The seemingly indestructible gold and platinum threads on the jade bee gloves underwent a bizarre color change within a tenth of a breath of contact with the high temperature. From dark gold, they instantly shone a blinding, deathly white!

Metal loses its rigidity at extremely high temperatures and melts on the spot.

Even the toughest platinum thread could not withstand such a destructive force that transcended dimensions; the glove turned directly into molten iron.

"Tick-tock".

Molten iron dripped down and struck the hard bluestone slab, instantly burning deep holes and emitting pungent white smoke.

The physical environment inside the tomb changed drastically at that moment. The coldness that had accumulated in the ancient tomb over the years was swept away, and the strong light illuminated the four walls as bright as day. The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound, and the centuries-old moss on the stone walls was carbonized and peeled off under the sweeping heat.

The scorching heat wave rushed straight to Xiaolongnu's face.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped her entire body. This power was not within the realm of internal energy cultivation; it was pure, savage destruction! If Lin Yuan hadn't slightly tightened his fingers at the last moment, forcibly cutting off the flow, her hands and arms would have already turned to ashes.

As if struck by lightning, Xiaolongnu staggered backward in horror.

She staggered back five steps, her back slamming heavily against the massive stone coffin behind her, producing a dull thud.

She looked down at her hands; the jade bee gloves had completely disappeared, leaving only a few charred remnants hanging on her fair wrists, the skin still retaining a heart-palpitating burning sensation.

On that perpetually cold and aloof face, a crack of extreme shock finally appeared. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, which the Ancient Tomb Sect demanded the severing of the seven emotions and six desires, was forcibly seared with an irreparable gaping wound before this godlike destructive power.

Grandma Sun's hand holding the cane froze in mid-air, her mouth slightly open, but she was completely speechless.

Yang Guo stared at the still-smoking hole in the iron on the ground and swallowed hard. He knew Brother Lin was strong, but he never dreamed that Brother Lin was strong enough to melt metal with his bare hands!

Lin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.

The golden pupils in his eyes slowly faded, and the dark golden internal energy receded back into his dantian like a tide. The distorted air around him gradually returned to its normal temperature.

He didn't press his advantage, but instead calmly looked at Xiaolongnu, who leaned against the stone coffin, with his eyes that had regained their former clarity and depth. His tone was flat, yet carried a condescending, judgmental air:

"The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra is not yet fully mastered; your Heavenly Net Formation is merely in form. It has the moves but lacks substance."

Lin Yuan took a half step forward, the crisp sound of his footsteps particularly chilling in the deathly silent tomb.

"If Li Mochou were to return to the Ancient Tomb right now, you wouldn't be able to withstand a hundred of her attacks. Aside from hiding in this tomb and relying on its traps to survive, there's nothing you can do."

Upon hearing the name "Li Mochou," Xiaolongnu's pupils constricted sharply, and Granny Sun beside her turned pale with anger.

Li Mochou is a traitor to the Ancient Tomb Sect, possessing ruthless martial arts skills. She has always coveted the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" within the Ancient Tomb and may return at any moment. This is a deadly blade hanging over the Ancient Tomb Sect's head, a fact that outsiders could never possibly know!

Xiaolongnu suppressed the overwhelming shock in her heart. She straightened up and stared intently at the gray-robed youth before her.

This person possessed terrifying power that could overwhelm her, yet he deliberately held back; moreover, he not only accurately called out his senior sister's name, but also saw through her most fatal weakness in martial arts at a glance.

"Who exactly are you?" Xiaolongnu's voice tightened, her aloof and detached demeanor completely shattered. "Why do you know so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect's secrets?"