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

The back of Zhongnan Mountain.

On the bluestone steps in front of the Tomb of the Living Dead, fresh blood flowed down the cracks in the stones.

More than a dozen corpses of low-ranking Quanzhen Taoist priests lay scattered on the ground. Although the Quanzhen sect had disbanded, several homeless sweeping Taoist priests remained on the mountain, and today they were all slaughtered by this group of Western Region people.

Granny Sun leaned against the broken stone. Her left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, the bone broken. She had taken a heavy blow to the chest, and each breath she took was accompanied by blood and foam.

She gripped half a cane tightly in her hand, blocking the entrance to the tomb.

In the dense forest, dozens of strangely dressed experts from the Western Regions surrounded the area.

The crowd parted, and three people stepped out.

On the left is a very dark-skinned and short Indian man, carrying a steel snake-shaped staff; this is Nemo.

On the right was a tall, thin man with a zombie-like face, holding an even thicker, pure steel mourning staff—Xiao Xiangzi. He glanced at his disciple, who had been smashed into a bloody pulp on the ground, his eyelids twitching wildly, and the muscles in his face twitching incessantly.

The woman in the middle, dressed in a Taoist nun's robe, had a deathly pale face and eyes filled with resentment. It was none other than Li Mochou.

Lin Yuan crippled her martial arts, but the Mongols used a secret medicine from the Western Regions to forcibly squeeze out the last bit of her potential, allowing her to recover 30% of her internal strength. Kublai Khan kept her alive so that she could lead the way and point out the location of the ancient tomb.

"Old hag, stop pretending." Li Mochou glared at Granny Sun, her voice shrill. "That little beast Lin Yuan isn't here. Nobody can save you today. Open the tomb door obediently, hand over Little Dragon Girl, and I might beg the Prince to spare your corpse!"

Grandma Sun spat a mouthful of bloody water onto the ground.

"Traitorous villain who betrayed his master and ancestors! Even if Miss Long dies in her tomb, she will not fall into the hands of you Mongolian lackeys!"

Nemo Xing, speaking broken Chinese, pointed his iron crutch at Granny Sun and shouted, "You killed my Mongol warriors, die!"

He was about to step forward and smash Grandma Sun's head with his cane.

Suddenly, a loud rustling sound of leaves came from the tree canopy above.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sonic boom tore through the air behind the mountain.

A dark, blunt, heavy sword, accompanied by suffocating wind pressure, descended from the sky.

"boom!"

The heavy sword slammed directly onto the bluestone slab between Nemo Star and Granny Sun.

The hard bluestone slab shattered instantly. The fragments flew in all directions like projectiles.

A violent shockwave swept across the ground.

Nemo was the first to be hit, and was forced back five or six steps by the shockwave, leaving several deep footprints on the ground before he could barely stand.

He stared in disbelief at the broad black sword stuck in the ground.

The sword was still trembling slightly, emitting a low hum.

Four figures leaped down from the treetop.

Yang Guo, shirtless and with bulging muscles, landed steadily beside the heavy sword.

The little dragon girl, dressed in white, landed lightly beside Granny Sun and quickly gave her a Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill.

Ouyang Feng, clutching his disheveled hair, squatted down and looked around.

Lin Yuan was the last to fall.

His gray Taoist robe was spotless, and he touched the ground with his toes without making a sound.

Lin Yuan walked to a broken ancient tree, leaned lazily against the trunk, and crossed his arms.

"Guo'er," Lin Yuan said without even looking up, "you deal with these bastards."

Don't let me down.

Yang Guo shrugged his shoulders, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin." Yang Guo gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword with one hand, casually pulled it out, and pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground.

Nemo Xing was furious. He considered himself the strongest man in the world in India, and he couldn't stand being ignored like this.

"You little brat, die!" Nemo shouted, stomping his legs hard on the ground.

He shot into the air like a black cannonball. The hundred-pound iron snake crutch in his hand brought a foul gust of wind as it crashed down on Yang Guo's head like Mount Tai.

Xiao Xiangzi also made a move. He noticed that Yang Guo's sword was extremely heavy and planned to use his lightness skill to sneak up from the side and find an opportunity to poison him.

Yang Guo stood rooted to the spot.

He did not use the agile movements of the Ancient Tomb Sect to dodge.

Facing the iron crutch that came crashing down, Yang Guo took a deep breath, and the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual surged wildly into his arms.

The muscles modified by the gallbladder of the Bodhi snake king instantly tensed up.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and used his waist to generate power.

There were no sword flourishes, no feints.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword swept across the battlefield from bottom to top with a simple and brutal strike.

"boom!"

The heavy sword and the iron snake-shaped crutch collided violently in mid-air.

The deafening clang of metal on metal echoed through the back mountain.

There was no stalemate at all.

Nemo Xing's prized iron snake-shaped crutch was as brittle as a withered twig in the face of the heavy Xuan Tie sword weighing eighty or ninety jin and Yang Guo's terrifying brute strength.

The iron crutch bent and cracked directly in the middle.

Nemo Xing's arms were instantly torn open, and blood gushed out. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How is that possible?

Before he could even process what was happening, the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, accompanied by a violent black gale, slammed solidly into his left chest.

"Snap!"

The sickening cracking of bones echoed repeatedly.

Nemo's left side ribs were smashed into powder, and his internal organs were instantly turned into a pot of porridge.

He was blown away more than ten feet away by the violent impact, like a tattered sack.

It crashed into three pine trees, each as thick as a bowl, and finally slammed into the mud.

Nemo Xing convulsed twice in the muddy water, and a large amount of black blood gushed from his seven orifices, killing him instantly.

One sword.

The number one martial arts master in India was beaten to death.

The audience was silent.

Those Western Region experts who were originally prepared to swarm forward were all mouths agape, unable to utter a single sound.

Xiao Xiangzi stopped abruptly halfway through his charge.

He stared at Nemo's corpse, which resembled a pool of mud, and felt a chill run down his spine, shooting straight to the top of his head.

What the hell is this monster?

Li Mochou stood at the back of the crowd.

She saw clearly the power of Yang Guo's sword strike.

She was all too familiar with that sense of unreasonable crushing, that pure violence.

Lin Yuan was like this, and now even Yang Guo has become like this!

Fear completely shattered her reason.

Li Mochou didn't even dare to utter a harsh word before turning and running. She channeled all her remaining internal energy into her legs and desperately fled down the mountain.

Yang Guo coldly watched her retreating figure.

He didn't chase after them.

He simply lifted the heavy black iron sword with one hand and raised it high above his head.

The domineering true energy of the Nine Yin Manual was poured into the sword, and the air around the heavy sword began to distort.

Yang Guo swung his sword down from a distance in the direction Li Mochou had fled.

"boom!"

The heavy black sword pressure tore through the air, carving a trench half a foot deep and several dozen feet long into the ground.

The sword pressed down at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, instantly catching up with Li Mochou.

"Bang!"

The sword swept across Li Mochou's legs.

"ah--"

Li Mochou let out an extremely shrill scream.

Her legs below the knees were shattered by that violent, invisible force. Bone fragments pierced her Taoist robe, leaving a bloody mess.

She lost her balance and fell face-first into the mud.

His hands frantically clawed at the ground, leaving two long trails of blood.

Yang Guo turned his head.

He dragged the heavy black iron sword and walked step by step toward Xiao Xiangzi.

The dark sword tip scraped against the bluestone slab, producing a series of piercing "crunching" sounds.

Sparks flew along the tip of the sword.

To Xiao Xiangzi, that sound was like a death knell.

His prized poison skills and agility became a complete joke in the face of absolute quality and speed.

Yang Guo stopped three steps away from him.

The heavy iron sword was slowly raised.

The broad tip of the sword was firmly pressed against Xiao Xiangzi's throat.

The murderous aura and bloody smell emanating from the sword made Xiao Xiangzi hold his breath.

His legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Yang Guo with a thud.

"You know nothing about Brother Lin's power..." Yang Guo looked down at him.

Xiao Xiangzi had long since thrown aside the pure steel mourning stick in his hand.

"Young hero, spare my life! Grandpa Lin, spare my life!" Xiao Xiangzi kowtowed repeatedly. "I was just doing this for money; the Mongol prince forced us to come!"

Yang Guo ignored him and turned to look at the dozens of Western Region experts behind him.

Seeing that Xiao Xiangzi had knelt down, those people dared not resist anymore. Someone took the lead, weapons were thrown all over the ground, and dozens of people all knelt down in a flash.

Lin Yuan left the tree trunk and slowly walked over.

He stopped in front of Xiao Xiangzi.

"A Mongol prince?" Lin Yuan asked calmly. "Kublai Khan?"

Xiao Xiangzi nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Fourth Prince Kublai Khan! After the Heroes' Gathering at Dasheng Pass, you deposed the Golden Wheel Monk. The Great Khan was furious, and the Fourth Prince personally led an army of 100,000 and has already stationed outside Xiangyang City. He spent a lot of money to recruit us and sent us to Zhongnan Mountain to arrest people."

"Who are you arresting?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Capture...capture Granny Sun and Miss Long." Xiao Xiangzi swallowed hard, not daring to hide anything. "The Fourth Prince said that as long as we capture them, he's not afraid that you won't comply."

Yang Guo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he pushed his heavy sword forward half an inch.

A bloody gash was immediately slashed across Xiao Xiangzi's neck, causing him to scream in terror.

Lin Yuan raised his hand, signaling Yang Guo to stop.

"An army of 100,000." Lin Yuan forced a smile, a coldness that seemed to hold him in high regard. "Kublai Khan thinks highly of me."

He looked at Li Mochou, who was lying in the mud and wailing in the distance.

"Go and drag that woman over here," Lin Yuan ordered.

Two experts from the Western Regions quickly got up and ran over, dragging the broken-legged Li Mochou to Lin Yuan's feet.

Li Mochou's face was covered in mud and water, and her features were contorted in pain.

She looked up at Lin Yuan's dark golden vertical pupils, her heart filled with endless regret.

"Lin Yuan... just kill me," Li Mochou said hoarsely.

"Kill you?" Lin Yuan looked down at her. "Your life is still somewhat useful."

Lin Yuan turned to look at Xiao Xiangzi.

"I'll give you a chance to live."

Xiao Xiangzi suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with ecstatic joy: "Tell me! I'll do anything you want!"

"Take her with you." Lin Yuan pointed to Li Mochou on the ground. "Go back to the Mongol camp. Tell Kublai Khan a message for me."

Xiao Xiangzi pricked up his ears.

Lin Yuan looked in the direction of Xiangyang.

"Tell him to wash his neck clean. Three days later, I will go to the Mongol camp to collect his head."

These words shocked everyone present.

A hundred thousand troops, encamped in a continuous line, to take the commander's head?

This is simply a fantasy!

But to Xiao Xiangzi, this was a lifesaver. He didn't care whether Lin Yuan could actually do it; he just wanted to survive.

"Yes! Yes! I will definitely deliver the message!" Xiao Xiangzi scrambled to his feet, ordered two of his men to lift Li Mochou up, and ran wildly down the mountain without looking back.

The remaining experts from the Western Regions knelt on the ground, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Lin Yuan glanced at them.

"Guo'er".

"exist."

"Kill them all," Lin Yuan said casually.

The Western Region experts' expressions changed drastically, and they were about to get up and fight to the death.

Yang Guo had already swung the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

A massacre that was inevitable unfolded in the back mountains of Zhongnan Mountain.

Where the heavy sword passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

In less than half an incense stick's time, dozens of experts from the Western Regions were all reduced to pieces on the ground.

Yang Guo, carrying a blood-dripping heavy sword, walked to Lin Yuan's side.

"Brother Lin, are we really going to the Mongol camp?" Yang Guo wiped the blood from his face.

"What else can we do?" Lin Yuan looked at the mangled corpse on the ground. "The enemy has a knife to their throat, are we just going to wait for them to cut it down?"

Little Dragon Girl helped Granny Sun walk over.

Granny Sun's face was pale, but after taking the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill, her breathing had become much more stable.

"Young Master Lin, thank you so much for saving my life," Granny Sun said gratefully.

Lin Yuan waved his hand.

He turned to look at Yang Guo.

"Let's go. To Xiangyang."

Lin Yuan strode forward, his gray robe fluttering in the mountain wind.

"The rules of the Central Plains have been trampled on at Dasheng Pass."

"Now, go teach the Mongols what rules are."