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

The night was deep. Behind Zhongnan Mountain.

A cold wind rustled through the dense bushes. The air was filled with the earthy smell of dirt and wild grass.

Little Dragon Girl lay flat on the cool grass. Her white dress was stained with a few drops of grass juice.

Ouyang Feng's withered fingers had just touched her shoulder and acupoints on her chest. His domineering reverse-cultivation true energy forcefully sealed off her meridians.

"My good son, Daddy will teach you Toad Kung Fu!"

Maniacal laughter echoed through the night. Ouyang Feng, pulling a frantic Yang Guo along, strode towards the distant woods.

The surroundings quickly fell into dead silence.

Little Dragon Girl could neither speak nor move. She looked up at the dark night sky, her cold eyes devoid of any emotion.

Sudden.

The bushes on the left shook violently.

A figure emerged.

A gray Taoist robe from the Quanzhen School. His face was covered with a black cloth.

Yin Zhiping.

His rationality, which had been suppressed for years under the strict rules and regulations of the Quanzhen Sect, completely collapsed when he saw the helpless Xiaolongnu.

The heavy breathing sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Yin Zhiping's hands trembled uncontrollably at his sides. He walked step by step toward the Little Dragon Girl on the ground.

Six years. Every night, he would sketch that aloof face in his mind. Today, Ouyang Feng had given him this golden opportunity.

Little Dragon Girl sensed the approaching presence. She rolled her eyes.

His cool gaze instantly turned icy, revealing intense shock, anger, and murderous intent.

Yin Zhiping walked closer and knelt down on both knees.

He swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed.

His hands trembled as he reached out. His fingertips were only half an inch away from the pure white collar. He would gladly die if he could just touch it.

"boom!"

The night sky above my head suddenly split open without warning.

A black and red rift, ten zhang long, stretches across the top of Zhongnan Mountain.

A violent spatial turbulence poured down. The air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of ozone.

A deep, rumbling sound came from the earth's veins in Zhongnan Mountain. The entire mountain trembled violently.

The spatial turbulence shredded the surrounding trees. Ancient trees snapped in half. Birds and beasts fled in terror.

A terrifying pressure, exceeding the limits of this world's capacity, crashed down from the crack.

That was the true essence fluctuation of the Shattered Void Realm in The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, mixed with the supreme sword intent of the Broken Sword of Shu Mountain.

The pressure wasn't specifically targeted at anyone; it was simply a natural outpouring.

Yin Zhiping's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. Greed was instantly replaced by extreme fear. He wanted to run, but his body was completely out of his control.

An invisible, immense force pressed down from nowhere.

"Snap!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

Yin Zhiping's kneecaps shattered instantly. The bone fragments pierced his Taoist robe and embedded themselves deep in the soil.

Before he could even scream, he was pinned to the ground, his face slamming heavily into a mud pit.

A blast of air swept through. The face mask shattered instantly.

His face, contorted with extreme terror and pain, was revealed.

Edge of the crack.

A foot wearing a cloth shoe stepped out.

Lin Yuan descended from the sky.

The gray Taoist robe fluttered in the storm of time and space.

Both feet touched the ground, crushing the bluestone beneath them.

The dark red spatial turbulence slowly closed behind Lin Yuan. The red light illuminated the dark grassland.

Little Dragon Girl lay on the ground. Her gaze passed over Yin Zhiping's head, and she saw who had come.

Gray robe. Black eyes.

Six years ago, the young man who left behind the general outline of "Nine Yin Manual" in the morgue of the ancient tomb overlapped with the figure in front of him who exuded absolute pressure.

For six years, she had been practicing according to the general principles left by Lin Yuan, and her martial arts skills had improved by leaps and bounds. She thought she was strong enough. But in front of this man, she still felt her insignificance.

The frozen state of mind of Xiaolongnu, which had been frozen by practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, was forcibly torn open by this unparalleled domineering attitude.

Lin Yuan lowered his head.

His gaze fell on Yin Zhiping, who was lying on the ground.

His eyes were cold. Completely devoid of warmth.

In the Tang Dynasty world, Yuwen Huaji, Pichen, and Yang Guang were all a hundred times stronger than this Quanzhen Taoist priest before him. Yet, the killing intent in Lin Yuan's eyes was even stronger than it had been in Jiangdu.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand, his five fingers making a grasping motion.

Within his dantian, dark golden true essence crystals swirled.

The Word of Power, Lord Flame, transformed into an invisible, high-temperature giant hand, directly grabbing Yin Zhiping's neck.

Yin Zhiping's body was lifted into the air. His legs hung limply. Blood dripped down his knees.

The intense heat scorched Yin Zhiping's skin. His eyes rolled back, and the suffocating sensation made him struggle desperately. He opened his mouth wide, hissing through his throat. He frantically scratched at the invisible giant hand on his neck, but could only leave bloody scratches.

Lin Yuan didn't waste any words.

He brought his left index and middle fingers together. He unleashed the power of the One Yang Finger, imbued with dark gold true essence.

"Sizzle."

There was no booming sound of clashing internal energy. Only the muffled thud of flesh being destroyed.

A dark golden finger force pierced through Yin Zhiping's lower abdomen.

His dantian and dantian shattered on the spot. Decades of internal energy cultivation from the Quanzhen Sect vanished into nothingness.

Yin Zhiping felt in despair that the internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated was rapidly draining away through the blood hole in his lower abdomen.

Then, an even deeper despair descended.

The force of the finger strike did not diminish. It precisely severed all the meridians and vital blood vessels in Yin Zhiping's fifth limb.

Physical castration.

Decisive. Efficient.

He was reduced to a useless person, even worse than a eunuch.

Lin Yuan loosened his five fingers.

Yin Zhiping crashed heavily to the ground. The excruciating pain finally broke through the obstruction in his throat.

"ah--!"

A piercing, ghostly scream tore through the night sky above Zhongnan Mountain.

He rolled frantically in the mud. He covered his lower body with his hands, and blood stained his Taoist robe.

Lin Yuan didn't look at him again.

He turned around and walked towards Xiaolongnu.

Just now.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed from the depths of the sky.

The Heavenly Dao rules of the Condor Heroes world detected the alien power that had crossed over. A hidden backlash began to brew in the clouds. Deep purple lightning streaked through the dark clouds.

In the distance. In the direction of Chongyang Palace.

The bells rang urgently. The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School were awakened by the strange phenomena and tremors in the back mountain. Countless torches lit up the mountain path, forming a fiery dragon.

Lin Yuan looked up at the sky. The True Essence Crystal slightly contracted, pressing the aura of the shattered void deep into his dantian.

The thunder ceased. Heaven lost its target, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed.

Lin Yuan walked to Xiaolongnu's side.

With his right hand outstretched, he pointed at Xiaolongnu's shoulder from a distance.

The true essence penetrated the body and instantly broke through the acupoint blockade left by Ouyang Feng.

Little Dragon Girl regained her mobility. She pushed herself up from the ground and sat up.

He didn't straighten his disheveled clothes, nor did he look at Yin Zhiping, who was rolling on the ground and wailing.

She looked directly at Lin Yuan.

"You're back." The voice was clear and cold, but with a noticeable tremor.

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Six years. I've come to keep my promise."

A grove of trees in the distance.

Two figures came running wildly, stepping on the treetops.

Yang Guo heard a loud noise from the back mountain in the woods. The tremor instantly reminded him of the scene six years ago on Peach Blossom Island, where Lin Yuan melted the refined iron with his bare hands.

He shook off Ouyang Feng and ran back like a madman.

Walk through the woods.

He was at the very front.

She immediately spotted Yin Zhiping screaming on the ground, and the gray-robed figure standing in front of Xiaolongnu.

That figure was even more upright than it had been six years ago. Its aura was as deep and unfathomable as a prison.

Yang Guo suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His eyes instantly turned red.

Six years. Not a single day had he forgotten the elder brother who protected him in the dilapidated temple and plotted for him on Peach Blossom Island. Six years of arduous cultivation in the ancient tomb, countless life-or-death situations, all turned into ecstatic joy at this moment.

He knelt down with a thud.

He clenched his fists and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Lin!"

Lin Yuan turned around, looked at Yang Guo kneeling on the ground, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Get up." Lin Yuan spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power. "The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect have arrived. Tonight, your elder brother will lead you to raze Chongyang Palace to the ground."