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

The blade of the dark gold longsword hovered about an inch from Kublai Khan's throat.

The intensely compressed heat charred the beard on the fourth Mongolian prince's chin until it was charred and curled. The stench of burnt hair filled the air.

Kublai Khan froze on the chariot, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't even swallow.

In the shadows behind the tank.

Two extremely powerful internal forces suddenly erupted.

"Protect the Prince!"

A roar exploded.

On the left, a golden dragon whip studded with jewels created a deafening sonic boom. The whip's shadow was venomous, aimed straight for Lin Yuan's vital point on the back of his neck.

Yin Kexi, a wealthy merchant from the Western Regions. His whip techniques are insidious and vicious, and he possesses profound internal strength.

On the right, a thick bronze rod, as thick as a water bucket, carrying immense force, crashed down on Lin Yuan's head like Mount Tai.

Ma Guangzuo, a remarkable man from Xinjiang, possesses superhuman strength; his single blow is enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The two had been hiding for a long time, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Yuan's sword was aimed at Kublai Khan and his old strength had just been exhausted while his new strength had not yet been generated.

Kublai Khan was overjoyed. He tensed his legs abruptly, preparing to take advantage of the moment when the two forced Lin Yuan back to retreat into the formation of his personal guards behind the central command tent.

Lin Yuan stood still, without turning his head.

Within the Qi Sea, the True Essence at the Shattered Void level collided violently with the Dragon Clan's bloodline.

"boom!"

A dark golden ring of fire, centered on Lin Yuan, violently pushed outwards in all directions.

There are no moves. There is no parry.

Only the purest and most extreme release of energy.

The golden dragon whip struck the fire ring.

The whip, crafted from fine gold, immediately turned red, then transformed into a pool of molten gold, dripping onto the scorched earth.

Yin Kexi's hand was still gripping the whip handle. The ring of fire had already swept across his body.

"ah--"

The screams abruptly stopped.

Yin Kexi's magnificent robes and jewels, along with his flesh and bones, were instantly carbonized under the intense heat of the Junyan.

A handful of black ash scattered in the wind. Nothing was left on the ground.

Ma Guangzuo's bronze rod crashed down.

The moment the thick copper rod touched the ring of fire, it instantly vaporized into a cloud of white smoke.

Ma Guangzuo's massive body remained suspended in mid-air. He stared intently at his own hands. Those hands were rapidly melting away in the flames, before even the pain could register.

The next instant, he too turned into a cloud of ashes.

Two top experts. They didn't even touch a corner of Lin Yuan's clothes before being wiped off the face of the earth.

The ring of fire contracted and rolled back into Lin Yuan's body.

Around the chariot, dozens of Kheshig guards, poised to charge, remained frozen in place, swords raised in a charging stance.

The scimitars in their hands melted into molten iron. The leather armor on their bodies emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

Kublai Khan's ecstatic expression froze completely.

It turned into extreme terror.

His trump card, which he was so proud of, didn't even make a sound in front of this gray-robed youth.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Kublai Khan's legs went weak, and he slumped onto his chariot. He stared intently at the dark gold longsword that was approaching again, his voice trembling.

"I am a grandson of the Great Mongol Empire! A descendant of Genghis Khan!"

He played his last card, attempting to use the foundation of an empire to suppress his opponent.

"If you kill me, my 100,000 iron cavalry will surely raze the Central Plains to the ground! The Great Khan will mobilize the entire nation to hunt you down to the ends of the earth! Everyone in Xiangyang will be buried with me!"

Lin Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly.

Watching this once-mighty warlord, who established the Yuan Dynasty and swept across Eurasia, now barking like a stray dog.

Lin Yuan twitched his wrist slightly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Four words, drifting lightly in the night breeze.

The dark gold longsword transformed into a dazzling streak of light, slashing horizontally.

There was no earth-shattering sword energy. Only slicing with extreme speed.

"puff."

A soft sound.

Kublai Khan's voice abruptly stopped.

A very thin red line appeared on his neck. The red line quickly expanded.

A fine head shot skyward.

From the severed neck, crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, shooting more than three feet high. The luxurious pure white wool carpet on the chariot was stained bright red.

The headless corpse swayed and crashed heavily onto the carpet, its limbs twitching.

Lin Yuan stretched out his left hand and grabbed the thick black braid that was falling from mid-air.

Kublai Khan's head was held in his hand. His eyes were still wide open, filled with the fear and disbelief he felt before his death.

Lin Yuan, carrying the severed head, took a step forward and stepped directly onto the top of the chariot.

He stood where the commander's flag had originally been, looking down at the massive army of 100,000 men.

The gray cloth Taoist robe fluttered in the night wind.

The dragon's might, imbued with the bloodline of an A-grade dragon, poured forth in all directions without reservation.

That's an absolute crushing defeat on a life level.

Beneath the chariot, the most elite Kheshig soldiers looked at their commander's headless corpse and at the gray-robed youth carrying the severed head, who resembled a demon god.

"The prince... is dead."

A centurion's scimitar clattered to the ground.

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

This invincible cavalry, which had swept across the world, finally experienced the helplessness of mortals when facing gods.

"Run! Monster! He's a monster!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Panic spread like wildfire through the ranks of the army.

The Kheshig soldiers at the front turned and ran. They discarded their prized heavy shields and threw away their scimitars. To run faster, some even took off their heavy armor as they ran.

The supervisory team attempted to draw their swords to stop the fleeing soldiers.

"Those who retreat will be executed! Form ranks!"

It was completely useless. Faced with extreme fear, military orders became nothing more than empty words.

The retreating soldiers surged backward like a tidal wave. The supervising officers were swallowed up by the sea of ​​people and trampled into a bloody pulp by countless pairs of combat boots.

The 100,000-strong army has been thrown into chaos.

The camp stretched for ten miles, its flames reaching the sky.

There was no unified command, no formation. Everyone had only one thought in their minds: escape from this place, escape from that devil carrying a severed head.

They trampled and shoved each other. In an attempt to seize a runaway warhorse, Mongol soldiers who were usually on friendly terms drew their swords and attacked their comrades.

The startled warhorse reared up, throwing its riders violently to the ground, and rampaged through the camp, trampling over countless tents.

Lin Yuan stood on top of the chariot.

There was no further pursuit. Killing was merely a means, not an end.

He watched as this army of 100,000 men, like a swarm of ants whose nest had been burned, fought amongst themselves and fled frantically in the darkness.

This is what is meant by a massive army.

In the face of absolute power, it is so fragile that it cannot be broken.

The walls of Xiangyang.

A deathly silence.

Guo Jing gripped the crenellations of the city wall tightly with both hands. His fingernails cracked, and blood stained the blue bricks.

He stared wide-eyed at everything happening outside the city.

Torches covering the mountains and fields are moving northward.

The Mongol army retreated.

It wasn't a tactical retreat; it was a complete and utter defeat.

Guo Jing's body trembled violently.

He spent half his life guarding this city wall. He was well-versed in military strategy and tactics, and even sacrificed his daughter and wife in this meat grinder.

He thought that's what war is like. Every inch of land is bought with blood.

He believed that the greatest heroes are those who shed their last drop of blood on this city wall.

Now, Lin Yuan only used the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

One person, one fire, one sword.

The army of 100,000 was annihilated. Kublai Khan was beheaded.

Guo Jing's chest heaved violently, and he felt a lump in his throat.

His unwavering beliefs and the righteous principles he was so proud of appeared so pale and laughable in the face of Lin Yuan's extreme personal violence.

If power can solve everything, then what does his lifelong dedication mean? What about the brothers who died in battle?

His Daoist heart collapsed.

Guo Jing opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and collapsed onto the city wall.

Huang Rong stumbled over and hugged Guo Jing.

Looking at the gray-robed figure standing on the chariot outside the city, she felt only deep despair.

She knew that the Guo family would never even have the right to look up to this person again.

Yang Guo stood atop the city wall, gripping the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

He looked at Lin Yuan.

My blood was boiling wildly inside me.

This is what a man should be like. To hell with rules, to hell with national righteousness.

Anyone who dares to mess with me, I'll kill them. Anyone who dares to block my way, I'll sweep them all away.

outside the city.

Lin Yuan withdrew his dragon might.

He held Kublai Khan's head and lightly tapped his foot on the chariot.

The true essence of the Tang Dynasty plane flowed, and he moved as if shrinking the earth to an inch, leaving a gray afterimage in mid-air.

With a few leaps, Lin Yuan crossed the devastated battlefield and landed back on the walls of Xiangyang.

The defenders on the city wall retreated one after another.

They looked at Lin Yuan as if he were a living Yama, the King of Hell. No one dared to utter a sound; even their breathing was suppressed.

Lin Yuan walked up to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing leaned against Huang Rong's chest, his face ashen and his mind blank.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and casually tossed it aside.

"Rolling around".

Kublai Khan's head rolled twice on the blue bricks and came to rest at Guo Jing's feet.

Those unseeing eyes were fixed on Guo Jing.

"Master Guo"

Lin Yuan looked down at him.

"Your city has been defended."

Guo Jing was terrified. He looked at the severed head at his feet, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Yuan turned around.

"There is never any true righteousness in this world."

Lin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of all the city's garrison soldiers.

"Whoever has the strongest fist, their word is law."