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

The air inside the tomb instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Li Mochou's smile froze. She roamed the martial world with impunity, and the name of the Red Serpent Fairy could stop a child from crying. When did it become the turn of a sickly boy dressed in a servant's robe to question her?

"court death."

Li Mochou's eyes suddenly turned cold. She didn't move her whisk in her right hand, but instead swung her left sleeve sharply.

Three eerie blue beams shot out from the sleeves. Ice Soul Silver Needles. The needles were coated with deadly poison, their whistling sound extremely sharp. Instantly, a nauseatingly sweet and metallic stench filled the air.

The three silver needles were aimed in three directions. One pierced Lin Yuan's brow, another aimed at Xiaolongnu's throat, and the last was locked onto Yang Guo's heart. The attack was ruthless and merciless.

Granny Sun was shocked and was about to raise her black wooden cane.

The distance was too close, and the silver needles were moving extremely fast. There was simply no time to provide assistance.

Lin Yuan stood still, not moving an inch.

He raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together. The Quanzhen internal energy circulated rapidly within his dantian, and dark golden liquid internal force surged forth along the meridian pathway of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Flick your fingertips. Three times in a row.

Three extremely compressed, dark red streams of energy emerged from the body. There was no earth-shattering sound of colliding internal energy, nor the crisp sound of metal clashing.

The dark red airflow precisely intercepted the three Ice Soul Silver Needles in mid-air.

The terrifyingly high temperature of the "Junyan" internal fire erupted instantly.

Within a fraction of a breath of the dark red aura, the silver needles, crafted from fine steel, instantly lost their metallic physical form. Without even melting into molten iron, the three silver needles vaporized into three extremely fine wisps of blue smoke in mid-air.

The wisps of smoke drifted away in the wind. Nothing was left behind.

Li Mochou's pupils contracted violently.

She stared intently at Lin Yuan's right hand. The three finger strikes she had just received, the method of circulating qi, looked extremely familiar.

"One-Finger Divine Skill?" Li Mochou's voice was sharp, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes, quickly replaced by rage. "People from the Dali Duan family dare to meddle in the affairs of my Ancient Tomb Sect? Even if Duan Zhixing himself comes today, I'll skin you alive!"

She couldn't understand the method of vaporizing metal at high temperatures at all, and simply assumed that the Dali Duan family's extremely profound Yang internal energy had neutralized the cold poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

Li Mochou's toes slammed against the bluestone slab. Her figure transformed into an apricot-yellow afterimage, rushing straight towards Lin Yuan.

He unleashed his full inner strength.

His right hand, holding a whisk, transformed into countless silver threads, sealing off Lin Yuan's escape routes. A strange black aura emanated from his left palm, and the Crimson Serpent Palm, carrying a suffocating, foul wind, struck directly at Lin Yuan's chest.

This was Li Mochou's signature move. Countless martial arts masters have died from this attack.

Lin Yuan raised his eyes.

The pure gold vertical pupils suddenly ignited in the dimly lit tomb.

Dragon Blood Talent fully activated.

The world seemed to slow down instantly in Lin Yuan's eyes. Li Mochou's swift and unparalleled attacks were now transformed into extremely slow, fragmented movements on his retina.

The trajectory of the silver threads of the whisk, the nodes of the true qi circulation, and the blind spots where the Crimson Serpent Poison Palm exerted its power—all the data was clearly visible.

It is full of flaws.

Lin Yuan raised his left hand. He did not use the Sovereign Flame.

The profound foundation of Quanzhen internal energy supported the force-dissipating method of the Nine Yin Manual. Lin Yuan's left hand cut into the gap of Li Mochou's flurry of whisks at an extremely unbelievable angle.

Rotate your wrist.

Lin Yuan's five fingers precisely gripped the handle of the whisk. The Nine Yin True Qi surged upwards along the whisk.

Li Mochou felt an extremely gentle yet domineering force surge through her. The web of her right hand, which was gripping the whisk, instantly split open, and blood seeped out.

He let go of the whisk.

Li Mochou was terrified. She hadn't even seen how the other party had broken through her whisk's seal.

However, she had extremely rich practical experience. The moment she released the whisk, her left hand, the Crimson Palm, advanced instead of retreating, using the momentum of her body leaning forward to slam it hard into Lin Yuan's chest.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

The palm strike landed squarely on the target.

A glint of wild joy flashed in Li Mochou's eyes. The Crimson Serpent Palm was extremely poisonous; once it touched the skin, the poison would instantly travel through the bloodstream to the heart. No matter how strange this kid was, he would surely die after being hit by one of his palms.

Lin Yuan looked down at the hand pressed against his chest.

He didn't back down. He didn't even change the frequency of his breathing.

The dark golden dragon blood within Lin Yuan's body suddenly boiled. The "Monarch Flame" internal fire, lurking deep within his meridians, sensed the invasion of external toxins and immediately launched an extremely violent backlash.

An intense heat, incomprehensible to ordinary people, exploded directly from the surface of Lin Yuan's chest.

The insidious true energy that the Crimson Serpent Palm was so proud of was instantly incinerated upon contact with this high temperature.

Not only that.

An intense heatwave surged wildly down Li Mochou's left palm.

Li Mochou let out a piercing scream. She felt as if she had struck not a person's chest, but a branding iron heated to its limit.

The skin and flesh of his left palm instantly carbonized and turned black. The vital energy in his meridians was forcibly evaporated by the high temperature.

Li Mochou pulled her left hand back with all her might. Her entire left arm was trembling violently. She looked at the boy in front of her in horror.

Those pure golden eyes held no human emotion whatsoever. They reflected only the absolute condescension of a higher-dimensional being towards a lower-dimensional being.

monster.

This is a complete monster.

Li Mochou was terrified. Her prized poison skills and martial arts were nothing but a joke in front of this young man.

escape.

We must escape.

Li Mochou turned around without hesitation. She didn't even bother to call out to her disciple Hong Lingbo, who was standing at the entrance of the tomb. She channeled all the remaining true energy in her body into her legs, using the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill to its fullest extent, and sprinted towards the tomb entrance.

Lin Yuan snorted coldly.

He stomped down hard with his right foot.

"Click."

The hard bluestone slab was trampled, leaving a deep crater. Gravel flew everywhere.

Using the recoil, Lin Yuan vanished from his spot in an instant. His speed broke the sound barrier, and a muffled roar echoed through the air.

Li Mochou had just run three zhang away.

Suddenly, a suffocating sense of oppression came from above.

Lin Yuan appeared above Li Mochou. He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and gripped the back of Li Mochou's neck.

The violent power of dragon blood gushed out from his five fingers.

The remaining protective energy on Li Mochou's body instantly dissipated in the face of this power. She felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her spine.

Lin Yuan exerted force with his arm and slammed it downwards.

"Bang!"

The entire main burial chamber trembled violently.

Li Mochou's body was pressed down by Lin Yuan with one hand, face down, and slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab.

A human-shaped crater was smashed into the ground. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Li Mochou coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her nose was broken, and several teeth mixed with blood were spat onto the ground. Her entire body felt as if it had fallen apart; she couldn't even move a single finger.

The battle is over.

From the moment Li Mochou entered and started her attack, to the moment Lin Yuan smashed her to the ground.

Less than ten breaths.

The tomb chamber was cold and damp year-round. Fine water droplets clung to the walls and floor.

The intense heat of Lin Yuan's erupting Monarch Flame instantly evaporated the surrounding moisture. Large swaths of white, high-temperature steam filled the tomb chamber.

White mist billowed.

Standing at the entrance to the tomb chamber, Hong Lingbo's legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees. Her face was deathly pale; she had no strength left to run away. In her eyes, her master was already a rare master in the world, yet he had been crippled in a single move by this young man.

Yang Guo stood beside Granny Sun, his mouth agape. He swallowed hard. He knew Brother Lin was strong, but at least they had exchanged blows when he fought Qiu Chuji at the Quanzhen Sect. Now, fighting the Red Serpent Fairy was a complete one-sided physical crushing defeat.

This is called a higher dimension defeating a lower dimension.

Lin Yuan released his grip.

He straightened up. The golden light in his eyes slowly faded.

The white mist gradually dissipated.

Lin Yuan raised his right foot and stomped directly on Li Mochou's back. The force he applied was just enough to stop Li Mochou from breathing, but not enough to kill her instantly.

Capturing Li Mochou alive would provide a solution to the Five Poisons Secret Technique and the Ice Soul Silver Needle technique. More importantly, this stepping stone would be of considerable weight.

Lin Yuan turned his head.

He looked at the Little Dragon Girl standing beside the stone coffin.

Xiaolongnu's perpetually aloof and expressionless face was now filled with utter shock. She looked at her senior sister lying on the ground, her life hanging in the balance, and then at the gray-robed youth who was stepping on her.

The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra requires the severing of the seven emotions and six desires. But in front of this young man, her state of mind has been completely shattered.

Lin Yuan looked at Xiaolongnu.

His tone was extremely calm. There was no boasting of a victor, nor any reverence for the strong. It was as if he had simply picked out a cabbage at the market.

"I've arrested him."

Lin Yuan applied slight pressure with his feet, and Li Mochou let out a painful groan.

"Now, take me to see those empty coffins left behind by Wang Chongyang."