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

As Wang Jiuling went to greet him, he kept glancing towards Guo Jing.

Due to Wang Jiuling's charge, the Mongol soldiers instinctively gathered towards their commander.

With the help of experts like Jinlun no longer able to stop him, Guo Jing, relying on his lightness skill, was finally able to get close to Guo Fu.

Wang Jiuling knew he had to hold on a little longer, so he disregarded the consumption of his true energy and raised his hands with wide, sweeping movements.

With the enhancement of true energy, the long sword in his hand continuously knocked away the Golden Wheel Monk's wheel.

"drink!"

Xiao Xiangzi's mourning staff came crashing down, but Wang Jiuling's longsword deflected it. He had been holding back his strength and used the momentum to retreat.

Behind him, Jinlun leaped high, exhausting all his power to fight Wang Jiuling to the death.

He was betting that Wang Jiuling had just defeated Xiao Xiangzi and couldn't replenish his true energy.

He'll get his revenge for that palm strike at the Heroes' Gathering today!

He overestimated Xiao Xiangzi; Xiao Xiangzi was too shrewd and didn't use his full strength at all.

Wang Jiuling felt a jolt in his lungs, but the sensation did not dissipate.

Instead, he used his sword to separate the wheel, and with a palm strike, he faced the golden wheel from a distance.

boom!

Wang Jiuling stood firmly on the ground, his strength originating from his feet, and he swam upwards with a solid foundation.

Jinlun, from top to bottom, did not understand the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique, a refined and exquisite martial art from the Central Plains. He only relied on brute force, which ultimately led to his inferior skill.

The two palms collided, causing ripples in the air.

With a "pop," the two separated, and the golden wheel lost its balance and flew away.

Wang Jiuling also retreated, his robes fluttering wildly.

But after taking five or six steps back and releasing his strength, he managed to suppress the shock in his blood and qi and forcefully gather his true qi.

The Golden Wheel Monk was struck by this palm, making him dizzy and lightheaded. His blood was churning, and he couldn't suppress the metallic taste in his throat. He was already seriously injured. When he looked up again, he saw that Wang Jiuling was coming towards him again.

The surrounding Mongol soldiers wanted to encircle Wang Jiuling, but it would take time.

Jinlun was horrified!

"Xiao Xiangzi! Haven't you looked enough?!"

The Golden Wheel Monk shouted angrily, startling Xiao Xiangzi, who realized he had been slacking off too much and might have trouble explaining himself to Kublai Khan.

Helpless, he could only hold out for the time being. "Coming! Jinlun, hurry up!"

But his momentary courage was shattered the next second.

Wang Jiuling flicked his long sword, entangled Xiao Xiangzi, and forced him into a sorry state.

brush!

With a flick of the longsword, Xiao Xiangzi, who had been gripping the mourning staff with both hands, could only release one hand to avoid being cut by the sword.

But Wang Jiuling's sword was frighteningly fast, sliding along his mourning staff.

Xiao Xiangzi felt a chill in his hand, and the mourning staff fell to the ground. Looking down, he realized that half of his hand that was holding the staff had been cut off, revealing the white bone and spurting blood.

"ah!!!"

The next second, pain struck, and Xiao Xiangzi screamed. Everything went black before her eyes, and Wang Jiuling was already right in front of her face.

Wang Jiuling leaned one shoulder against Xiao Xiangzi, and placed the other hand on Xiao Xiangzi's chin.

Xiao Xiangzi felt as if her chin had been hit by some heavy weapon.

hum!

The immense force caused his face to tremble violently, his eyes to roll back, and his teeth to collide and shatter instantly.

He couldn't tell whether it was the taste of blood in his mouth or the taste of blood in his mind. Xiao Xiangzi's vision went black, and his body flew backward.

That one blow probably splattered his brains.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Kublai Khan, disregarding his disheveled state, was already on the run.

The Golden Wheel Monk got up from the ground, his mentality completely shattered.

Since arriving in the Central Plains, he has suffered repeated setbacks.

Today, I was sent flying by Guo Jing's palm strike, and then I was overwhelmed and beaten by this Taoist priest in a two-on-one fight!

His martial arts skills have indeed improved over the past six months, but why does he feel that the Taoist's martial arts are stronger than they were during the Heroes' Gathering?

He used his true energy to fight his way from the outer edge of the battle line to Kublai Khan's front, and then managed to beat them so badly.

Is this even human?

Is this the Central Plains?

He, the top Mongol warrior, discovered after arriving in the Central Plains that he was no match for the masters of the Central Plains.

Has all his progress over the past six months gone to thin air?

Jinlun disregarded Xiaoxiangzi's life or death, and retreated towards the location where Kublai Khan had fled.

He stopped fighting; he was going to protect the emperor.

Because he saw that after the Taoist priest knocked Xiao Xiangzi away, he regained his composure in just two or three breaths.

Kublai Khan had no idea how far he had retreated, and the Golden Wheel Monk had fled without a fight.

Wang Jiuling looked around and saw that the Mongol soldiers were increasing in number and could not be seen in the distance.

"Junior brother! Run! Don't linger!"

With Wang Jiuling holding them back, Guo Jing and the others have successfully rescued Guo Fu and Da Wu and Xiao Wu. Guo Jing is now peering in the direction of Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling didn't pursue the matter further; there were too many Mongol soldiers, and he couldn't kill them all.

He turned and with a single sword stroke, severed the flagpole of the royal banner that Kublai Khan hadn't had time to take with him. The banner fell to the ground, and Wang Jiuling grabbed it, using his lightness skill to leap over the heads of the surrounding Mongol soldiers.

His voice, imbued with true energy, resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Kublai Khan! I will personally retrieve my sword! You just wait!"

"Your royal banner, this humble Taoist priest awaits your arrival!"

The Mongol soldiers were disciplined and knew that they couldn't defeat a martial arts master by engaging in prolonged combat. At this moment, they were already drawing their bows and nocking their arrows.

As soon as Wang Jiuling and the others retreated to an open area, the sky suddenly turned dark and filled with arrows.

Wang Jiuling had already reached Guo Jing's side, grabbing Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru by the collar to help them speed up.

Guo Jing then focused all his efforts on helping the terrified Guo Fu.

Brush brush!

Arrows fell to the ground behind them, the dense sound of which sent chills down one's spine.

Chi Chi!

Two arrows grazed Wu Xiuwen's arm, and an arrow pierced Wu Dunru's shoulder. The two screamed in pain and nearly fell over.

Even so, it was only because Wang Jiuling protected them that they were left with nothing but thorns; otherwise, they would probably have become like hedgehogs by now.

Fortunately, the moat area was just ahead, and many Mongol soldiers were engaged in fierce fighting with Song soldiers. Only one volley of arrows was fired from behind, and no more were fired.

With the rear commander retreating and the royal flag falling, the Mongol soldiers at the front were naturally thrown into disarray.

After Wang Jiuling and his group crossed the moat, the gates of Xiangyang City opened. Many martial arts practitioners took the opportunity to open the gates, welcome the group back, and then close the gates again.

"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"

Guo Jing summoned the army doctor to quickly stop the bleeding of Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and then took them away for treatment.

Fortunately, neither of them sustained any vital injuries.

Guo Fu was terrified and was taken back to the Guo residence by Guo Jing's personal guards.

The crowd stood atop the city wall, watching as the Mongol army began to gradually retreat.

Wang Jiuling handed over the Mongol royal banner he had brought to Guo Jing.

"Master!" Yang Guo was overjoyed to see his master again.

Guo Jing ignored Wang Qi and gave Wang Jiuling a big bear hug.

"Junior brother! You've returned just in time! This Mongol royal banner is not even a fraction as important as you!"

Those around him showered him with compliments.

Master Qingyang disappeared from the martial arts world for more than half a year, and unexpectedly, he reappeared at such a crucial moment.

There was even one person who forced Kublai Khan to flee in such a sorry state.

Wang Jiuling didn't care about any of that and greeted everyone with a bow.

The scouts reported that the Mongol troops had completely retreated and, it seemed, would not be returning anytime soon.

Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Without bothering with pleasantries, they first opened the city gates and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the battle to defend the city was short, both sides suffered considerable losses.

The Song army also suffered heavy casualties, and Wang Jiuling could see the heartache in Guo Jing's eyes.

However, the Song Dynasty actually won this time.

Guo Jing knew he couldn't be discouraged; he was the backbone of the group.

If you win, you should be happy; otherwise, it will dampen morale.

Guo Jing first led everyone to stand on the city wall, scattering wine to mourn the fallen brothers, and then officially announced their victory, which drew cheers from all the soldiers and civilians.

The oppressive atmosphere was finally dispelled.

When the city gates opened, Guo Jing was planning to have Wang Jiuling and Yang Guo return to the Guo residence to rest first.

But Wang Jiuling said that he still had to go outside the city to pick up someone.

Guo Jing was curious about who Wang Jiuling was that made him so serious.

Wang Jiuling, however, said:

"Senior brother, there are too many people here to talk, but once I bring the person back, you'll be extremely surprised!"

Wang Jiuling's tone left Guo Jing completely bewildered.

Yang Guo, listening to Wang Jiuling's words, also came closer.

Yang Guo seemed to have matured a lot after traveling for more than half a year, but as soon as he saw Wang Jiuling, he immediately started laughing and joking like he was when he was a boy.

"Master, who exactly is this person? Can I go with you?"

Wang Jiuling walked forward and glanced at Yang Guo beside him.

"You brat, you actually came back? I'm going to pick up your great-grandfather!"

"He has a bad temper. If you meet him, he might teach you Quanzhen martial arts."

You don't know the Innate Skill, and your Quanzhen Martial Arts are only half-baked. If you anger him, don't blame me for not being able to protect you.

Yang Guo was stunned when he heard this.

What great-grandmaster? Grandmaster Wang Chuyi?

Wait... no!

Is it the Grandmaster?

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