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

The rocket, trailing a long plume of flame like an inverted waterfall of fire, tore through the night sky and roared down.

The sky above Lujiazhuang was completely illuminated by the light of thousands of rockets.

"Form ranks!"

Protect yourself!

The surviving heroes, terrified, scrambled for cover. Tables, chairs, artificial hills, broken walls... anything that could shield them became their lifeline.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong's expressions were extremely solemn. The two of them stood on the left and right, unleashing their inner strength without reservation. The sound waves of the Azure Sea Tide Melody and the fierce palm force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms intertwined to form a barrier, protecting Guo Jing and his daughter Huang Rong in the ruins.

Even so, the dense rain of arrows striking the protective aura barrier still produced a teeth-grinding thud. The two individuals' protective auras fluctuated violently, clearly unable to hold for long.

Outside the ring of fire at the edge of the training ground, the first wave of arrows fell.

The screams instantly merged into one.

The martial arts expert, unable to dodge in time, was pierced through the body by a rocket and pinned to the ground. Flames spread along the wound, burning him alive to a crisp.

The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the stench of blood was nauseating.

Lin Yuan stood still.

He didn't even look up.

Just as the first rocket was less than three feet above his head, a thin, dark golden light shield silently unfolded around him.

The light barrier wasn't large, just enough to envelop Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, and Ouyang Feng, who was squatting in the corner in a daze.

"Ding ding ding—"

The dense barrage of rockets struck the light shield as if hitting an invisible wall. Arrowheads twisted, shafts snapped, and they fell to the ground.

Inside the light shield, all was calm and still.

Outside the light barrier lies hell on earth.

Lin Yuan frowned as he listened to the screams that echoed around him.

He turned his head to look at the dark Mongol army formation outside the manor, his dark golden vertical pupils revealing extreme impatience at being disturbed.

"So noisy."

He uttered two words in a low voice.

next moment.

Within Lin Yuan's body, the Shattered Void-level True Essence from the Tang Dynasty plane, combined with the power of his A-level Dragon Clan bloodline, completely boiled over.

"Click! Click-click!"

A series of chilling cracking sounds emanated from his entire body, as if an ancient beast was awakening within him.

A terrifying heat, far exceeding the limits of understanding in the martial arts world, burst forth from his body.

The bluestone slabs beneath our feet silently turned into lava.

The surrounding air was sucked out, creating a brief vacuum. Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong felt their breath catch in their throats, and their protective inner energy almost collapsed on the spot.

Lin Yuan lightly tapped his right foot on the melting ground.

There was no loud noise.

His body shot upwards like a cannonball, instantly breaking through the rain of arrows and hovering a hundred feet above Lu Family Village.

The night wind blew his spotless gray robe.

Below, three thousand Mongol cavalrymen stood in a formidable array, ready to unleash a new barrage of arrows.

The Mongol general looked up and saw the figure hovering in the night sky. His pupils contracted sharply, thinking he was seeing things.

How can a person fly that high?

Lin Yuan looked down at the densely packed army formation below, which resembled ants.

He slowly raised his hands and clasped them together in front of his chest.

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

He frantically compressed all the dragon blood essence within his Qi Sea.

A dark golden fire lotus slowly bloomed in his palm.

The fire lotus was only the size of a palm, but its core was a pure white that devoured light. Instead of emitting a raging heatwave, it caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

It forcibly absorbs all the heat within a radius of 100 feet.

On the ground, everyone felt a chill and suffocation that came from the depths of their souls. Their blood seemed to freeze, and every breath felt like inhaling blades.

"What...what is that?" Hong Qigong stared at the sky, his voice hoarse.

Huang Yaoshi held the broken flute in his hand, his palms drenched in cold sweat. He had exhausted all his knowledge, yet he still couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

This is a miracle.

Or rather, divine punishment.

Lin Yuan looked at the fire lotus in his palm, his eyes showing no emotion.

He was like a child who had casually molded a lump of clay, showing no reverence whatsoever for this "toy" that was capable of destroying everything.

He let go.

The fire lotus did not fall immediately, but paused in the air for a moment.

Then, it transformed into a dazzling white streak of light and silently shot into the center of the Mongol army formation outside the village.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

The moment the fire lotus touched the ground, time seemed to be muted.

A hemispherical, pure white light curtain rapidly expanded from the point of impact.

The light devoured everything.

The neighing of warhorses, the roars of soldiers, the clanging of metal... all sounds vanished the moment they came into contact with the white light.

A Mongol centurion had just raised his scimitar and urged his soldiers to fire arrows when his body was swept by a white light, along with his warhorse and armor, disintegrating and vaporizing.

There is no ash.

There is no coke.

It's like being erased from this painting by an eraser.

Three thousand elite Mongol troops.

Three thousand grassland warhorses.

Along with their scimitars, bows and arrows, and the armor they wore.

Within a mere three breaths, they were completely swallowed up by this pure white light curtain and evaporated from this world.

The white light dissipated.

Outside Lu Family Village, the once densely packed military formation had vanished.

Instead, there was a huge pit with a diameter of over 100 zhang and a bottomless depth.

The bottom and walls of the pit were not scorched black soil, but a layer of smooth, mirror-like glass that emitted a dark red residual warmth.

Moonlight and firelight shone on the glassy surface, refracting an eerie and bewitching glow.

The air was filled with a strong, ozone-like smell, similar to that after a thunderstorm.

Lujiazhuang has become an isolated island surrounded by a glazed sinkhole.

Dead silence.

The entire world fell into absolute silence.

Inside the training ground, the hundreds of surviving martial arts practitioners, some kneeling and some sitting, all looked up with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the terrifying, otherworldly scene outside the manor.

Some people's weapons slipped from their hands and hit their feet, but they didn't feel anything.

Some people had bulging eyes and drool dripping from their mouths; they were completely terrified.

Amidst the ruins, Guo Jing struggled to lift his head. When he saw the colossal, glazed pit, the grief and anger in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only endless bewilderment and fear.

Huang Rong held Guo Fu, her body trembling like a leaf. Her pride in her wisdom and scheming seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment.

The broken jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand fell silently to the ground.

The wine gourd on Hong Qigong's back tipped over, spilling murky wine all over the ground, but he was completely unaware.

Their worldview was utterly shattered and crushed into dust at that moment.

Martial arts? Battle formations? Military strategy?

All of that was nothing compared to that devastating attack.

Lin Yuan's figure slowly descended from the sky.

The gray Taoist robe was spotless, without even a single wrinkle.

He landed on the edge of the glassy giant pit, and with a light touch of his toes, walked back step by step as if on flat ground.

Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.

No one dared to make a move.

No one dared to speak.

The way they looked at Lin Yuan was no longer that of a martial arts master or a demon.

That was the gaze of mortals looking up at gods, or rather, looking up at destruction itself.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to step back into the fire circle of the training ground, a very deep rumble of thunder suddenly rang out in the cloudless night sky.

The voice seemed to come from another distant world, carrying a hint of warning and rejection.

Lin Yuan looked up at the dark night sky, a barely perceptible hint of irritation flashing in his dark golden vertical pupils.

He withdrew his gaze and stepped back into the ring of fire.

The flames in the training ground seemed to sense their master's return, and they pulsed even more joyfully.

Lin Yuan ignored the heroes kneeling on the ground, trembling like leaves, and also ignored Guo Jing, whose face was ashen.

He walked straight up to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong instinctively hugged Guo Fu tightly in her arms and looked up at him in horror.

Lin Yuan looked down at her from his high position, his face expressionless.

He spoke, his voice so cold it seemed to freeze a burning flame.

"Now, the flies are all gone."

"Chief Huang, let's continue settling accounts with Peach Blossom Island."