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

As Lin Yuan crossed the main gate of the palace, the sweet, pungent smell from the Imperial Street drifted into the depths of the inner palace on the night breeze.

Inside the Daqing Hall, the floor was paved with gold bricks and dragon pillars coiled around it, while thick, red tallow candles burned all around.

Zhao Yun slumped on the dragon throne, the twelve-tassel crown on his head already askew to his ears.

Jia Sidao stood below the dragon steps, clutching a folding fan in his palm, his hand so tightly that the fan ribs were creased.

The dull sound of footsteps approached from afar.

Lin Yuan stepped into the main hall, the hem of his gray Taoist robe still stained with a few dried bloodstains.

Yang Guo followed closely behind, dragging his heavy black iron sword. The heavy blade carved a glaring furrow in the gold brick.

Xiaolongnu and Ouyang Feng stopped outside the main hall.

Jia Sidao took a deep breath of cold air, then straightened his purple official robes and forced himself to stand up straight.

"Lin Yuan".

As soon as Jia Sidao opened his mouth, his trembling voice echoed throughout the empty hall.

Do you know what you're doing right now?

Lin Yuan ignored him and continued walking steadily.

"You have killed Kublai Khan and lifted the siege of Xiangyang. This is an enormous achievement."

Upon seeing this, Jia Sidao quickly sped up his speech.

"His Majesty has already issued an edict appointing you as the Grand General Protector of the Nation. If you feel that this is not enough, we can sit down and discuss the power of the army and the people, the power of kings and nobles of different surnames, or even the division of the country along the Yangtze River."

The prime minister skillfully played his cards. He was used to making deals with interests and always felt that there was no such thing as someone who couldn't be bought, only someone whose price wasn't high enough.

Lin Yuan stopped ten steps away from the Dragon Steps.

"Have you finished explaining?"

Lin Yuan asked softly.

Jia Sidao swallowed hard.

"As long as you're willing to step down now, you can name your terms."

Lin Yuan raised his right hand and put his index and middle fingers together.

The true essence of the Tang Dynasty world was rapidly compressed at his fingertips, and the domineering energy of the One-Finger Divine Skill burst forth from his body.

The dark golden inner flame of the monarch clung tightly to that energy.

A sharp, tearing sound rang out.

The force of the energy sliced ​​through the air inside the hall.

Jia Sidao looked down at his chest and saw a charred hole in his heart.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from that spot; the skin and flesh around the wound had long been charred black by the high temperature.

Extremely high heat surged through his entire body from the bloody hole in an instant.

Jia Sidao's purple official robes were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and his flesh and bones completely dissolved within a breath.

A gust of wind blew in from outside the palace, and the prime minister of the Song Dynasty turned into a pile of human-shaped ashes, which scattered and covered the gold bricks.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Yun stared at the pool of black ash on the ground, a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, his legs trembling uncontrollably under his dragon robe.

A foul, pungent odor wafted from around the dragon throne.

"Ancestor!"

Zhao Yun screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking terribly.

"Grand Ancestor, come to my rescue!"

A strange fluctuation arose from the shadows deep within the main hall.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The orange-red flame of the butter candle flickered for a moment, then instantly turned a deep blue.

A thick layer of white frost quickly formed on the surface of the gold bricks inside the main hall.

A strange burst of laughter came from all directions.

The laughter was extremely grating, and it carried a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

A figure dressed in a bright red python robe appeared out of thin air on the dragon steps, standing firmly in front of Zhao Yun.

The newcomer was an old eunuch with snow-white hair, a gaunt face, and thick makeup.

Those ten withered fingers had nails that were three inches long, with an eerie bluish-black hue.

The old eunuch stared intently at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with utter coldness.

"So many years have passed."

The old eunuch spoke, his voice so high-pitched it was piercing.

"You're the first person to dare bring weapons into the Daqing Palace."

Yang Guo strode forward and gripped the hilt of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword firmly with both hands.

Stop playing tricks on me.

Yang Guo roared angrily.

He unleashed the inner power of the Nine Yin Manual, swung the heavy black iron sword weighing eighty or ninety pounds, and leaped into the air.

The violent wind pressure swept the sword blade, slashing straight towards the old eunuch's head.

The old eunuch had no intention of taking the hit head-on.

His body swayed slightly.

The crimson python robe left a faint, illusory shadow on the spot.

The heavy sword shattered the afterimage and slammed solidly onto the dragon steps.

The white marble dragon steps shattered on the spot, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

Yang Guo stared wide-eyed, completely unable to see how the old man had dodged it.

"You're too slow."

The shrill voice rang out close to Yang Guo's left ear.

The old eunuch had already closed in, his dark blue fingernails aimed straight for Yang Guo's throat.

Despite risking a back injury, Yang Guo forcefully twisted his body and held the broad blade of his sword horizontally in front of him to block the attack.

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

The withered fingernails struck the surface of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword with raw force.

An extremely cold and icy aura surged wildly along the sword.

A thick layer of frost instantly formed on the surface of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. The frost spread along the hilt and froze Yang Guo's hands in place.

Yang Guo felt a sudden tingling and numbness in his arms, and even the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual circulating within his body briefly stopped.

Taking advantage of the situation, the old eunuch leaned forward and viciously slapped Yang Guo's chest with his other hand.

Yang Guo's hands and feet were frozen, leaving him with nowhere to dodge.

At the critical moment, a hand firmly gripped Yang Guo's shoulder and pulled him backward three zhang away.

The old eunuch's palm struck empty air.

Lin Yuan was now standing in the spot where Yang Guo had just been.

The old eunuch withdrew his hand and turned to look at Lin Yuan.

"Your movements are quite graceful."

The old eunuch let out a cold laugh.

"I have been practicing this incomplete Sunflower Manual for sixty years and have always considered myself to be the best in the world in terms of lightness skill. I never expected that you, young man, would have some skill."

Yang Guo forcefully shattered the frost on his arms and stood behind, panting heavily.

He just truly had a brush with death; this old eunuch's strength far surpasses that of Guo Jing and the Golden Wheel Monk.

Lin Yuan quietly looked at the old eunuch opposite him.

"Your speed is actually quite good."

Lin Yuan made a casual comment.

A fierce murderous intent surfaced in the old eunuch's eyes.

"You arrogant brat!"

The old eunuch launched another attack.

Dozens of afterimages in crimson python robes rushed out of the main hall in the blink of an eye.

Those afterimages surrounded Lin Yuan in the center and began to spin rapidly.

The air was forcibly torn apart by this speed, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The eerie blue candlelight around them swayed violently in the gale.

The old eunuch was secretly searching for Lin Yuan's weakness. He knew that the gray-robed youth's internal strength was domineering and unparalleled, and that a direct confrontation was not the best strategy. The only way was to rely on extreme speed to kill him with one blow.

Lin Yuan stood motionless, his hands hanging casually at his sides.

To the old eunuch, this posture revealed fatal flaws all over his body.

"Go to hell!"

The old eunuch's voice rang out directly behind Lin Yuan's head.

Using the speed of breaking the sound barrier, he circled behind Lin Yuan, his withered ghost claws joined together, and viciously stabbed at Lin Yuan's fatal acupoint on the back of the head.

The sharp fingernails were less than half an inch away from Lin Yuan's scalp.

Lin Yuan did not dodge, nor did he even turn his head.

Within the Qi Sea, the true essence of the Tang Dynasty plane at the level of shattering the void resonated intensely with the bloodline of the dragon race.

A ring of dark gold fire, solid as a physical object, powerfully spread from Lin Yuan's body.

The speed at which the ring of fire expanded outward far exceeded the old eunuch's tolerance.

The old eunuch's ghostly claws slammed straight into the ring of fire.

The bluish-black fingernails were vaporized by the high temperature the moment they came into contact with the skin.

The extremely cold Sunflower True Qi collided head-on with the King's Flame Inner Fire, leaving no room for a stalemate.

The chilling true energy evaporated completely under the absolute high temperature.

The old eunuch let out a piercing scream.

His once-proud speed, at this moment, became a death knell for his own demise.

The ring of fire swept mercilessly across his body.

The bright red python robe burst into flames instantly.

The old eunuch was forced to reveal his true form. He stumbled back two steps, his entire body charred black.

Lin Yuan turned around.

He took only one step forward, and was right in front of the old eunuch, extending his right hand.

The old eunuch instinctively tried to back away, but found that the surrounding space had been completely sealed off by a terrifying dragon's might.

Under that terrifying pressure, even lifting a finger became a luxury for him.

Lin Yuan grabbed the old eunuch by the throat with one hand and lifted him into the air.

The old eunuch kicked his legs wildly in the air, and his shriveled face quickly turned purplish-red.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The old eunuch stared at Lin Yuan's dark golden vertical pupils, and the despair in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

His profound foundation, honed over sixty years, couldn't even be broken through by this young man.

"No matter how fast you are, as long as you can't escape the circle I've drawn, you'll still be a dead man."

Lin Yuan's words were tinged with coldness.

The old eunuch opened his mouth, and dark red blood kept oozing out from the corner of his mouth.

"Those who murder their rulers will surely be attacked by the whole world."

The old eunuch mustered all his strength to utter a hoarse curse.

Lin Yuan tightened his grip with all five fingers.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the hall.

The old eunuch's neck bones were completely crushed, and his head slumped to one side.

The Southern Song imperial family's ultimate resources, hidden for over a century, were thus extinguished.

Lin Yuan casually tossed it aside.

The old eunuch's body crashed down below the dragon steps with a dull thud.

The eerie blue candlelight in the main hall flickered back to its normal orange-red hue, the previous chill vanished, and only the pungent smell of burning remained in the air.

Lin Yuan flicked the blood off his hands.

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the dragon-carved white marble steps, walking step by step towards the top.

The gray Taoist robe cast a long shadow on the gold bricks in the glow of the red candlelight.

At the end of the dragon steps.

Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, huddled in a corner of the dragon throne, watching helplessly as the gray-robed youth, who treated human life as worthless, approached.

Lin Yuan stopped in front of the dragon throne.

Those dark golden vertical pupils were firmly fixed on the supreme ruler of the Southern Song Dynasty.