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

Heavy rain for days.

The water level in the Valley of the Sword Demon rose wildly. The once clear pools turned into turbid torrents, carrying mud, sand, and broken logs, rushing down the canyon.

Yang Guo stood shirtless in waist-deep rapids.

The water splashed against him, making a dull thud.

He gripped the heavy black iron sword with both hands. The sword was broad, and the resistance it encountered in the water was astonishing.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, strained his waist, and tried to swing the heavy sword forward.

"Bang!"

A thick, broken log was swept downstream and slammed hard against the spine of the sword.

Yang Guo lost his balance instantly and was swept into the murky water.

He hit his forehead on the reef and cut it. The blood that had just started to flow was washed away by the raging flash flood.

Yang Guo poked his head out of the water, panting heavily.

The medicinal power of the Bodhi Snake King's gallbladder surged wildly within his body. It was burning hot. His internal organs were on fire.

Using the heat, he gripped the mud and sand at the bottom of the water tightly with both feet and regained his footing.

shore.

Ouyang Feng jumped and leaped. He braced himself on the muddy ground, his cheeks puffed out, and gurgling sounds came from his throat.

"Fun! Water is fun! Old beggar, I'll teach you how to blow bubbles in the water!"

He was about to jump into the water.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on a huge rock.

Rain poured down. When it landed three feet above his head, it was instantly evaporated by a layer of dark golden true essence, turning into white water vapor that dispersed.

"Stay put." Lin Yuan said without turning his head.

Ouyang Feng shrank back. He dared not defy this aura, so he obediently squatted beside the boulder, scratching his messy hair and muttering to himself.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes.

Dugu Qiubai's "Heavy Sword Without Edge", the general principles of internal energy cultivation in the Nine Yin Manual, and the Void-Shattering True Essence of the Tang Dynasty.

These three completely different power systems were constantly being dismantled and reassembled in his mind.

The martial arts ceiling in this world is too low. Lin Yuan is determined to raise that ceiling.

He gradually incorporated the violent elements of his dragon bloodline into the circulation pathways of his meridians.

The air around the boulder began to distort. Even torrential rain couldn't penetrate this area.

half a month later.

The rain stopped.

The canyon was chilly in the early morning.

Yang Guo stood directly below the waterfall.

Water cascaded down from a height of hundreds of feet, striking his broad shoulders.

His muscles were clearly defined. The once frail boy had now grown into a body brimming with explosive power.

He completely extracted the medicinal power from the snake gall, infusing it into every inch of his bones and blood.

Yang Guo took a deep breath.

The chest cavity bulged high.

A long roar burst from his throat, soaring straight into the sky.

He gripped the heavy iron sword tightly with both hands and swung it upwards with a sudden motion.

There were no sword flourishes. There were no feints.

It's just the simplest way to split a mountain in two.

The black sword shadow, imbued with the domineering internal force of the Nine Yin Manual, cut straight up into the water curtain.

"boom!"

The waterfall, three zhang wide, was forcibly torn apart by this tyrannical force.

The water flow stopped in mid-air.

A fault line, lasting for two breaths, was clearly visible in the center of the waterfall.

The water flowed backward, turning into a cloud of water vapor.

Yang Guo broke through the water and leaped ashore, stepping on the hidden reefs.

The divine eagle flapped its wings beside them and let out a joyful cry.

Yang Guo slammed his heavy sword to the ground.

The bluestone slab cracked directly.

He grinned, about to speak.

A small black dot suddenly fell from mid-air.

Little Dragon Girl raised her hand.

A white jade bee landed in her palm.

The jade bee's wing was broken in half, and its abdomen was stained with black blood. Its antennae twitched weakly twice, then remained completely still.

Xiaolongnu's usually aloof face suddenly changed color.

"Something's happened at the ancient tomb."

Yang Guo's smile vanished instantly. He grabbed the heavy sword, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes on the boulder.

The dark golden vertical pupils shone in the morning mist.

Remnants of the Mongol army? Li Mochou? Or those forgetful good-for-nothings from the Quanzhen Sect?

The score at Dasheng Pass had barely been settled when some people couldn't contain themselves any longer.

Lin Yuan stood up.

The gray robe moved without wind.

"Walk."

Lin Yuan only said one word.

"Go kill someone."

The back of Zhongnan Mountain.

The once tranquil entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead is now a scene of utter chaos.

The bluestone steps in front of the tomb entrance are broken.

Several ancient trees, each as thick as a person's embrace, were cut in half.

More than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground. Judging from their clothing, they were several low-ranking Taoist priests from the Quanzhen School who had not yet dispersed.

Grandma Sun clutched her chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She swayed as she leaned against the broken stone, clutching a broken cane tightly in her hand.

Ahead, a tall, thin, strange-looking man from the Western Regions was walking towards them step by step.

The strange man was dressed in a tattered red robe and carried a mourning staff made of fine steel.

There were still bits of meat and bloodstains on the stick.

The strange man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

He dragged his mourning stick on the ground with a grating sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Granny Sun gritted her teeth and stood firmly in front of the tomb entrance.

"You demons from the Western Regions! How dare you trespass into this ancient tomb! When Miss Long returns, you'll all be dead!"

The strange man let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"Miss Long? That delicate-skinned young lady?"

The strange man stopped and raised his mourning stick, pointing it at Granny Sun.

"The Golden Wheel Monk lost face at Dasheng Pass, and the Khan was furious."

"We brothers have received a reward from the Mongols, and today we're here to sweep away this Zhongnan Mountain."

The strange man tilted his head and looked at the tightly closed tomb door.

"With Lin Yuan gone, let's see who can save you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his mourning stick and smashed it down hard on Granny Sun's head.

A strong wind blew in my face.

Grandma Sun closed her eyes.

Just as the mourning stick was about to fall.

A massive, dark sword, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, hurtled out from the distant dense forest.

The greatsword left a black afterimage in mid-air and struck the mourning staff with precision.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The strange man felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth of both hands, and the mourning stick made of fine steel flew out of his hands, bending into a strange arc in the air.

He was thrown back seven or eight steps by the terrifying kinetic energy of the greatsword.

The strange man steadied himself and looked in horror in the direction from which the giant sword had flown.

Deep in the dense forest.

Yang Guo strode out.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging. With each step he took, the fallen leaves beneath his feet were crushed to pieces.

Little Dragon Girl followed beside him, dressed in white, pure as snow.

Lin Yuan walked last.

He put his hands behind his back, his dark golden vertical pupils locked onto the strange man.

Yang Guo walked to where the giant sword had fallen and pulled out the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword stuck in the bluestone slab with one hand.

He looked at Granny Sun, who was vomiting blood, and then turned to look at the strange man from the Western Regions.

"How do you want to die?" Yang Guo's voice was chilling.

The strange man recognized the newcomer, swallowed hard, and forced himself to be brave.

"You...you dare to make a move? I have dozens of fellow Western Region cultivators behind me, and my main army is right down the mountain..."

Lin Yuan interrupted his nonsense.

"Kill them all," Lin Yuan ordered.

Yang Guo gripped his sword with both hands and pushed off with his feet.

The bluestone slabs cracked.

He was like a tiger descending from the mountain, dragging his heavy black iron sword as he charged straight at the strange man.

The strange man's expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran.

Yang Guo didn't give him a chance at all.

The heavy sword was swung up, carrying a suffocating wind pressure, and slammed directly into the monster's back.

"puff!"

The monster's body snapped in two mid-air. Its spine shattered. Before it could even scream, it crashed into the ground, turning into a pile of minced meat.

Yang Guo, carrying his blood-dripping heavy sword, looked towards the dense forest behind him.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the dense forest.

Dozens of strangely dressed Western Region experts, wielding all sorts of weapons, rushed out.

They stopped in their tracks when they saw the minced meat on the ground.

Lin Yuan turned around and looked at the group of experts from the Western Regions.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

He raised his right hand, and a wisp of dark golden monarch flame ignited at his fingertips.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

The carnage in front of the ancient tomb has officially begun.