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

The sea of ​​fire raged.

The intense heat generated by 10,000 jin of Western Region's fiery oil was enough to melt steel into liquid. Highly toxic black smoke blotted out the sky.

Bi Chen was gripped by the back of his neck, his feet dangling in the air. The demonic true energy that this Yin Gui Sect elder was so proud of instantly dissipated before the dark golden flames. He opened his mouth, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat.

Lin Yuan's eyes were cold.

The Word of Power: Lord's Flame is operating at full power.

The fierce flames of oil within a radius of ten zhang were drawn in and poured into Lin Yuan's palm.

The violent explosive energy was forcibly compressed and purified, transforming into an extremely dazzling dark red sphere of light.

Lin Yuan tightened his grip.

"Bang."

Bi Chen's body exploded on the spot. Before the blood mist could spread, it was completely evaporated by the extreme heat. Not even a trace of ashes remained.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the sea of ​​fire. His gray Taoist robe was dry and clean, without a single trace of burning.

far away.

Fu Junzhuo, holding her long sword, held her breath. Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling lay prone in the snow, their eyes wide open.

That was ten thousand catties of flammable oil. A person at the epicenter of the explosion not only survived but also absorbed all the flames. This transcends the realm of martial arts.

Two miles away.

A makeshift platform for overseeing the battle.

Yang Guang sat on a pure gold dragon throne. He witnessed firsthand the sea of ​​fire being torn apart, and the complete annihilation of Pi Chen. Extreme fear transformed into a frenzied rage.

"Loose the arrows! Charge! Kill him!" Yang Guang roared hoarsely.

The 100,000-strong elite army shifted its formation. The war drums thundered.

Tens of thousands of archers drew their powerful bows to the limit.

"put!"

A dense mass of arrows obscured the gloomy sky. The rain of arrows, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, swept across the ruins of the abandoned Taoist temple.

Lin Yuan stood still.

Within his dantian, the three methods merged and circulated to their peak. Dark golden liquid internal energy burst forth from his body, forming a tangible dragon-shaped protective shield three feet around him.

Arrows rained down.

The steel arrows touched the edge of the protective shield. There was no sound of impact. The intense heat instantly vaporized the metal. Thousands upon thousands of arrows turned into molten iron, sliding down the semi-circular shield. The molten iron scalded the snow and soil on the ground, creating countless holes and sending up plumes of white smoke.

The salvo ended. A dark red crater of molten iron appeared beneath Lin Yuan's feet. He was unharmed.

One hundred thousand troops began their charge.

The sound of horses' hooves and the footsteps of heavily armored infantry shook the earth. In the front row were heavily armed soldiers wielding massive shields, and behind them stood a forest of spears.

Lin Yuan did not back down.

He took his first step, facing 100,000 armored soldiers.

His right foot landed. The bluestone slab shattered. Violent true energy surged into the ground from the sole of his foot. The earth cracked open, and a ravine tens of feet long stretched forward. The dozens of heavily armored infantrymen at the forefront plunged directly into the crevice.

Lin Yuan took the second step.

His figure transformed into a dark golden streak of light, crashing straight into the army formation.

There were no complicated martial arts techniques. It was pure physical strength combined with the Nine Yin Manual. Lin Yuan crashed into the heavily armored crowd.

"boom!"

Steel shields dented and shattered. Spears snapped. Hundreds of heavily armored soldiers were thrown from the ground and into the air. Limbs and torsos scattered everywhere along with twisted armor.

Lin Yuan strolled leisurely forward, step by step.

He unleashed a punch. The force of his fist created a sonic boom as it scraped against the air. The army formation within thirty feet in front of him was forcibly cleared by the shockwave. Men and horses fell in disarray.

A bloody path was forcibly carved through the flesh of an army of 100,000.

Amidst the chaos of war.

Yuwen Huaji hid behind a chariot. His face was contorted, and he held a heavy crossbow. The bolts were coated with a deadly poison that would kill instantly. He stared intently at Lin Yuan's back and pulled the trigger.

A poisoned arrow was shot.

Lin Yuan didn't even turn his head. He pointed out with his backhand.

The force of the One-Finger Divine Skill, imbued with the intense heat of the Sovereign Flame, traversed a distance of dozens of feet. The poisoned arrow was shattered in mid-air by the force. The dark red aura continued its relentless advance, precisely piercing Yuwen Huaji's abdomen.

"Sizzle."

Yuwen Huaji's dantian shattered instantly. His Ice Profound Force true energy scattered and overflowed. He screamed in agony and collapsed into the mud. His martial arts were completely destroyed, leaving him utterly crippled.

Lin Yuan was still a hundred feet away from the high platform.

He slightly bent his knees. Suddenly, he exerted force.

A crater three zhang in diameter blasted open in the ground. Lin Yuan rose from the ground, his figure breaking the sound barrier. A white cloud of gas exploded in the air.

A distance of a hundred feet can be covered in an instant.

Lin Yuan fell from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the high platform.

"boom!"

The sturdy wooden platform shook violently, and the thick load-bearing wooden pillars snapped inch by inch. Planks flew everywhere.

Yang Guang was so frightened that he fell to the ground. The imperial guards on both sides drew their swords, but before they could get close, they were blasted away by the aura emanating from Lin Yuan's body, coughing up blood.

Lin Yuan walked to the dragon throne.

Lift your right foot and step down.

The pure gold dragon throne, a symbol of the Sui Dynasty's imperial power, shattered into pieces. Gold nuggets flew everywhere.

Lin Yuan bent down, grabbed Yang Guang's dragon robe collar with one hand, and lifted him up.

The Sui Emperor stood with his feet dangling in the air. His crown had fallen off, and his hair was disheveled. His face was ashen.

"The key to the national treasury." Lin Yuan's tone was flat, his gaze fixed directly into Yang Guang's eyes.

Yang Guang's psychological defenses completely collapsed. His proud army of 100,000 men couldn't stop this man even a step.

Imperial power is meaningless in the face of this monster.

He trembled as he reached into his robes and pulled out a simple, antique-looking bronze key.

Lin Yuan took the key.

He tossed it casually.

Yang Guang's body flew off the platform, arcing through the air before crashing heavily at Fu Junzhuo's feet below.

Fu Junzhuo gripped her longsword tightly, looking at the wailing Emperor of the Sui Dynasty on the ground.

"Kill me or not is up to you," Lin Yuan's voice came from the high platform.

Lin Yuan turned and walked down from the platform.

The 100,000-strong army fell silent. Soldiers gripped their weapons and spontaneously parted to the sides, clearing a main road leading straight to Jiangdu City. No one dared to look directly at the gray-robed youth's retreating figure.

Half an hour later.

Deep within the Jiangdu Imperial Palace.

The Sui Dynasty's national treasury.

Before the heavy bronze gate, the guards had long since fled.

Lin Yuan inserted the bronze key into the lock. He turned it.

"Click".

The extremely complex sounds of internal mechanisms operating began.

The door opened slowly with a heavy scraping sound.

The aura of extreme cold and extreme heat mingled and seeped through the cracks in the door.

The national treasury was filled with rare and precious materials that the Sui Dynasty had plundered from all over the world.

Thousand-year-old ice silkworm, crimson flame fruit, and extreme northern cold marrow.

The energy was so concentrated that it materialized into mist.

Lin Yuan strode in.

He slammed the bronze door shut behind him.

"Zheng—"

The moment the gate closed, a sword's cry, incredibly high-pitched, suddenly rang out from within.

The sword intent tore through the sky.

The dark clouds above Jiangdu City were split in two by this sword intent.

Sunlight streamed down through the cracks in the clouds, illuminating the tightly closed doors of the national treasury.