The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

At this critical moment, Wang Jiuling gathered his inner energy, mustered all his strength, and slammed his palm against the supporting pillar beside him.

Crack!

The wooden load-bearing column was hit and immediately developed cracks.

boom!

With another palm strike, the heavy supporting pillar snapped completely as Wang Jiuling disregarded the consumption of his true energy.

The roof, which had already been cracked by Wang Jiuling's blows, collapsed as the supporting pillar broke.

Wang Jiuling quickly dodged.

The roof of the inn was filled with sand for insulation, and with the continuous sandstorms, the roof was also full of sand.

With this collapse, a large amount of dark sand and soil immediately poured down.

Just as the sand was about to settle, the inn's door was finally opened.

Boom!

The door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind rushed in. Caught off guard, Timur and the others were forced back by the slamming door.

It knocked the people behind it to the ground, causing chaos.

If the door had opened two seconds earlier, the inn would probably have exploded.

Fortunately, the roof collapsed at that moment, creating an open environment above.

A strong wind was blowing in from outside the door, and as the fire erupted, it was also being swept upwards by the convective wind.

But the large amount of sand that poured down from above just happened to cover the rising fire.

Suddenly, dust and smoke billowed up everywhere, with sand and thick smoke being blown around by the strong winds, making the entire first-floor lobby even more chaotic.

Fortunately, the massive amount of sand covering the fire finally had an effect.

Although the fire at the counter and the back hall was still burning, the center of the first-floor hall was completely covered by collapsed sand and soil.

This is an excellent buffer zone, and with the doors and roof wide open, air is rushing in, making it less suffocating.

The problem is that once the air got in, the fire at the counter and in the back room burned even more fiercely, and had completely spread to the second floor.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The fire was contained, and everyone rushed outside, even as the wind howled and sandstorms raged.

The crowd surged forward, pushing and shoving each other.

A Semu child was pushed to the ground and was about to be trampled. Shi Jingqing squeezed through and pulled the child up, but was almost pushed over himself.

Panicked crowds are irrational.

Fortunately, Wang Jiuling stopped him in time, and the two of them went outside together.

"Camel! Camel!"

Outside the inn, Camel Boss shouted against the wind, leading the dusty and disheveled Zhao Xiaoer and Zhao Dachun to quickly make their way to the backyard.

Their camels are still over there. The fire has probably burned through the entire back hall. It would be bad if it spread to the backyard.

Shi Jingqing also organized people to go around to the backyard to shovel sand and create a barrier.

There were plenty of supplies there, including water and food.

Kongjian, Tieyaozi, and the others held the mad monk down tightly.

The scene became chaotic.

At that moment, the three surviving men took advantage of the chaos to run away into the distance.

Wang Jiuling and Timur saw it at the same time and chased after it together.

"A thousand households!"

The three Mongol soldiers turned around and saw Timur rushing into the yellow sand, so they quickly gave chase.

"Wait for us, Chief!" The voice was carried away by the strong wind, and it was unclear whether Timur heard it.

Timur was determined to silence them, so he kept chasing after the three men relentlessly.

The three men were thin and weak, and the wind made it difficult for them to run fast. Timur, on the other hand, was sturdy and quickly closed the distance between them.

He didn't notice, however, that Wang Jiuling, who had been chasing after him, had fallen behind at some point.

He had even reached the same position as three Mongol soldiers, hanging behind Timur.

At this moment, Timur had already caught up with the three men.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the man grabbed a dagger and prepared to fight Timur with a fierce expression.

Timur's decapitation of the rolling dragon with a single blow had truly terrified them.

Clang!

Timur drew his sword and slashed at the three men.

The three of them were also carrying daggers.

A gust of wind swept by, and the three Mongol soldiers who had given chase felt a stinging sensation in their eyes; it turned out that yellow dust had gotten into their eyes.

They quickly stopped and rubbed their eyes.

In that very instant.

Wang Jiuling, standing beside him, held a stone in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This Timur is ruthless. Today he killed someone to silence them. If he leaves after the sandstorm stops, who knows what he might do even worse.

The inn was crowded and noisy, so Wang Jiuling didn't have a chance to make a move, but the fire gave him that opportunity.

He held the stone in his hand, his right hand brimming with true energy.

With a sudden palm strike, he used the power of the Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm to send the rock flying toward Timur, who was a dozen steps away.

Despite the strong winds, the distance wasn't far, and the stone didn't miss its mark; instead, it was enveloped in true energy and struck Timur's shoulder directly.

The stone shattered instantly.

Timur was swinging his sword when he suddenly felt a tremendous force on his shoulder.

He staggered, his right shoulder and arm going numb, and the broadsword slipped from his hand.

He was so eager to silence them that he forgot to watch out for what was behind him.

In that moment of hesitation, the daggers of the three men in front of him were already thrusting towards him.

Two of the blows were blocked by Timur's breastplate, but the last one could not be stopped.

puff!

With no other options, the man resorted to ruthless tactics, plunging his knife directly into Timur's neck.

Timur froze on the spot, and his companion was also stunned.

They didn't see Wang Jiuling make a move; they were only surprised that Timur was so easily defeated.

But they quickly realized what was happening and desperately twisted the dagger, while the other two men also used their daggers to stab Timur in the neck.

"Go to hell!!"

Behind them, three Mongol soldiers had just opened their sore eyes when they saw the actions of their three companions. Their expressions changed drastically, and they ran towards them.

"A thousand households!!"

"Timur the Thousand-Household Commander!!"

Wang Jiuling also rushed forward quickly.

By the time the three Mongol soldiers ran over, Timur had already suffered acute iron poisoning and was beyond saving.

Blood gushed out of his neck, and he collapsed to the ground.

The three men tried to run away, but Wang Jiuling caught up with them and acupunctured their pressure points.

The three Mongol soldiers were in a panic. One of them was about to draw his sword and kill the three men, but the other two stopped him.

"You killed them, how are we supposed to explain this back home? They're the murderers of the commander!"

These three Mongol soldiers had no idea that it was Wang Jiuling who caused Timur's death; in fact, they were somewhat grateful to Wang Jiuling for capturing them.

Soon, the other Mongol soldiers caught up and took the three "murderers" back, and Timur's body was also taken back.

As darkness fell, the fire at the inn was finally extinguished.

Or rather, there was no more fuel to burn.

Although the strong winds made movement difficult, there were many people working together to shovel sand. The wind also carried sand and dust, which helped extinguish the fire.

At least they managed to save the backyard.

The backyard was partially burned, which startled many horses and camels. The camels were alright, but some horses ran away and disappeared.

The main hall, the back hall, and all the guest rooms were beyond saving; they had been burned to the ground.

Most people managed to escape, but some unlucky ones didn't make it.

Wang Jiuling was also helpless.

He originally just wanted to stay quietly at the inn until the sandstorm stopped.

He also displayed force, thinking it would intimidate the crowd.

But he underestimated the greed of some people.

The people running the shady inn ruined themselves, Timur also perished in the storm, and the inn was burned down to the ground.

The remaining people were unable to continue their journey and could only huddle together in the remaining backyard to hide.

The wind howled, and dust filled the air. If nothing unexpected happened, they would have to wait in the dust until the wind stopped.

Now look what happened! Nobody's comfortable anymore.

It can only be said that the greed of the human heart is endless.