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

Huo Du fanned himself with a folding fan. He ignored the rubble and broken stone lions scattered on the ground, his gaze sweeping across the drill ground. The colorful flags of Lu Family Village fluttered in the sweltering wind.

"The martial arts world of the Central Plains is a disorganized mess." Huo Du's voice was deafening, echoing over the Lu Family Manor. "With a formidable enemy at hand, they're fighting amongst themselves first. I think this heroes' gathering should be turned into a dog-eat-dog gathering."

The heroes were enraged.

"Get out, you Mongol Tartars!"

"Kill these inhuman dogs!"

Dozens of martial arts practitioners drew their swords and charged forward. The clash of swords filled the air. Enraged, the crowd vowed to hack these arrogant scoundrels to death.

The Golden Wheel Monk stepped forward. His red and yellow robes instantly swelled, and the true energy of the fifth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique burst forth from his body.

The ground shook violently. A heavy pressure spread out. The air became viscous.

The dozen or so martial artists at the forefront felt a tightness in their chests and stopped in their tracks. Their breathing was rapid, and their hands gripping their swords trembled uncontrollably. Some couldn't withstand the pressure of the internal energy; their knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground. The sounds of weapons falling rang out one after another.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The sound vibrated in their ears. The training ground fell silent instantly. No one dared to take another step forward. The Tibetan monk's inner strength was unfathomable, completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary martial artists.

Lin Yuan stood to the side, his hands behind his back, coldly watching the farce unfold.

His gaze shifted to Yang Guo. Yang Guo gripped the hilt of his sword in his right hand, staring at Huo Du with a fierce look in his eyes.

Lin Yuan was making plans in his mind.

In the Tang Dynasty world, he had already stepped into the shattered void. The spatial barriers of the Condor Heroes world were far too fragile for him.

He didn't even use a tenth of his strength when he took Guo Jing's palm strike.

The blood-red will in his mind could be reconstructed at any moment. Once triggered, he would be pulled into the next myriad worlds.

He took Yang Guo off Peach Blossom Island, taught him how to kill, and taught him rules. The kid called him "Big Brother."

Before you leave, you have to pave the way.

What kind of paving should we use?

The blood and bones of the Mongols are most suitable.

Subduing the martial arts world of the Central Plains wasn't enough; he had to carve out a fearsome reputation that no one in the world dared to look him in the eye. After today, he would make the names of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü a taboo subject that no one in this world dared to provoke. Anyone who dared to challenge worldly customs and etiquette would die.

Guo Jing strode forward. He stood in front of the crowd, facing the Golden Wheel Monk directly. He circulated his Dragon Subduing True Qi, forcefully withstanding the pressure of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. The two supreme true energies clashed in mid-air, producing a dull tearing sound.

"This is the Heroes' Gathering at Dasheng Pass," Guo Jing said calmly. "The Mongol National Preceptor isn't chanting scriptures on the grasslands; instead, he's brought his men to the Central Plains to cause trouble, as if he thinks we have no one to rely on?"

Huo Du closed his folding fan. He tapped it twice in his palm.

"Master Guo, you flatter me," Huo Du said loudly. "The selection of the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Central Plains is open to all heroes. My master is the first national advisor of Mongolia, with unparalleled martial arts skills. He is naturally qualified to sit on the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Guo Jing glared at Huo Du: "The affairs of the Central Plains martial arts world are none of the Mongols' business."

Huo Du unfolded his folding fan and let out a cold laugh.

"Is Master Guo afraid?" Huo Du raised his voice. "The martial arts world of the Central Plains prides itself on being a prestigious and righteous sect, and upholds the rules of the martial world the most. What, you don't even dare to fight in a arena? If you don't dare, you might as well all kowtow to the Great Mongol Empire and acknowledge it as your master. We won't compete for the alliance leader position."

The crowd erupted in another tirade of insults.

"fart!"

"Master Guo, fight them!"

Huo Du held up three fingers: "The rules of the martial world. Best two out of three. The winner becomes the leader of the martial arts world. Master Guo, do you dare to accept?"

Huang Rong stood on the steps, her brows furrowed.

She quickly scanned her own ranks. Guo Jing was a top-tier fighter. She herself was pregnant and unable to use her inner energy. Hong Qigong was absent. Master Yideng was absent. The Quanzhen Sect was crippled. No one from the Dali Duan family was present.

The opposing team has the Golden Wheel Monk, along with two top-tier masters, Huo Du and Darba.

A direct confrontation will inevitably lead to defeat.

Huang Rong opened her mouth, preparing to devise a plan to delay. She would suggest dismounting to fight on horseback, or use words to coerce the Golden Wheel Monk into giving up the duel.

Just before Huang Rong spoke.

"Oh."

A short, cold laugh rang out in the center of the training ground.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it had a strong penetrating power, directly cutting off Huo Du's clamor and suppressing the curses of the crowd.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound.

Lin Yuan stepped forward. He walked to Guo Jing's side, his gaze passing over Huo Du and landing directly on the Golden Wheel Monk.

The Golden Wheel Monk looked at Lin Yuan. He had just released the pressure of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, affecting everyone present, except for the gray-robed youth and the white-clad woman, who showed no reaction whatsoever. The youth hadn't even used his protective true energy, completely withstanding the Monk's aura with his physical body.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King turned the golden wheel in his hand. The wheel emitted a harsh, grinding sound.

"This benefactor possesses profound inner strength," the Golden Wheel Monk spoke, his voice deep. "May I ask which school you studied under?"

Lin Yuan didn't even glance at him.

"You're not worthy to ask." Lin Yuan said casually, completely disregarding the other party.

Darba flew into a rage, raising his thick golden pestle to strike. The Golden Wheel Monk stopped his disciple, his eyes turning extremely sinister. He decided to let Huodu test the waters first.

Lin Yuan extended his right hand and patted Yang Guo on the shoulder.

He exerted force and pushed Yang Guo to the front of the formation.

"Best of three?" Lin Yuan asked. He spoke slowly, and every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Can."

Guo Jing's expression changed: "Lin Yuan! This is a matter of national importance, how can it be treated lightly!"

Huang Rong also hurried down the steps: "Young Master Lin, this Mongolian monk has extremely high internal strength. We must not act rashly. We need to plan this carefully."

Lin Yuan ignored Guo Jing and Huang Rong. He looked at Huo Du, his tone calm, yet revealing an arrogance that threatened to overturn everything.

"My brother will play in the first round," Lin Yuan said, pointing at Yang Guo.

He paused, then added a sentence.

"Crippling or killing him is on me."

The drill ground was deathly silent.

Guo Jing was stunned. Huang Rong was stunned. The heroes looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Guo gripped his longsword tightly, his back straight. He didn't turn around; the blood in his chest was boiling.

Lin Yuan's words were tantamount to placing the entire reputation of the Central Plains martial arts world on his shoulders.

Guo Jing was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead. He reached out to grab Yang Guo's arm.

"Guo'er, step back! Huo Du is a Mongol prince, and his martial arts are insidious. You are no match for him!" Guo Jing shouted loudly to stop him.

Lin Yuan grabbed Guo Jing's wrist with his other hand.

The dark golden true energy was released and then immediately withdrawn. Guo Jing felt a numbness in his arm, and his entire right arm instantly lost sensation, forcing him to release his grip.

"Great Hero Guo, I accept the rules." Lin Yuan stared at Guo Jing. "On the arena, life and death are one's own responsibility. If you interfere again, I'll tear down this Lu Family Manor first."

Guo Jing was shocked. He had already experienced Lin Yuan's palm strike, and now that his arm had been easily restrained again, his heart was filled with turmoil.

Huang Rong stopped Guo Jing. She stared intently at Lin Yuan and whispered, "Brother Jing, let him go. Although this young man acts recklessly, he never fights an unprepared battle. Let's observe and see what happens."

Xiaolongnu stood behind. She looked at Yang Guo's back, her clear, cold eyes showing no worry. She knew how much Yang Guo had suffered in the Ancient Tomb over the past six years, and she also knew how domineering the martial arts taught by Lin Yuan were.

Huo Du looked at Yang Guo standing in front of him.

He was seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in coarse cloth clothes stained with mud and dark red blood. He looked like an unknown nobody.

Huo Du closed his folding fan. He tilted his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!" Huo Du laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Is there really no one left in the Central Plains martial arts world! Guo Jing doesn't dare to go up, so they sent some immature brat who hasn't even been weaned yet to die!"

Huo Du's gaze turned cold, revealing his murderous intent.

He stared at Yang Guo: "Boy, swords have no eyes. Kneel down and call me grandpa now, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Yang Guo raised his right hand.

Push the sword guard with your thumb.

"Clang."

The longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath. Its cold light illuminated Yang Guo's hard profile.

"You talk too much nonsense," Yang Guo said coldly.

Huo Du snorted coldly, unfolded his folding fan, and the poisoned needles hidden in the fan ribs were ready to be fired. He planned to kill this ignorant poor boy in one move and completely shatter the psychological defenses of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Yang Guo gripped the hilt of his sword. He didn't draw it, but instead turned to look at Lin Yuan behind him.

"Brother Lin," Yang Guo asked, "which sword technique should we use?"

Lin Yuan crossed his arms and said calmly, "If he uses a fan, you use a sword. The Quanzhen Swordplay is too verbose, and the Jade Maiden Swordplay is too gentle. Use the move I taught you."

Yang Guo nodded.

He turned around and faced Huo Du directly.

"The Ancient Tomb Sect, Yang Guo."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yang Guo moved.

There are no fancy starting stances, and no complicated footwork.

Yang Guo drew his sword immediately.

The longsword was fully drawn, bringing with it a dazzling silver light. He transformed into a blur, charging straight towards Huo Du.

The speed was extremely fast. A sharp sonic boom exploded in the air.

Huo Du's cold smile froze instantly. He hadn't even seen Yang Guo's movements.

His dangerous instincts made him retreat frantically, while simultaneously waving his folding fan in an attempt to block the sword.

Yang Guo's sword tip twisted mysteriously in mid-air, avoiding the fan ribs, and aimed straight for Huo Du's throat. The sword's aura was chilling, and its killing intent was locked onto its opponent.