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

"Watch out!" Ma Guangzuo endured the excruciating pain on his face, got up from the ground, and saw this dangerous scene.

Wang Jiuling, lying on the bed, was covered in cold sweat. He frantically activated his Innate Skill, continuously channeling his true energy into Shi Jingqing, and his body was extremely exhausted.

If this continues, by the time he finishes his training, Cheng Ying may not be able to hold him off.

Faster! Faster! At this moment, Wang Jiuling had forgotten about cultivation levels.

They even forgot about the innate skill's minor and major achievements.

He just wanted to immediately further stimulate his body's potential and make his true energy even stronger.

Hurry up!

The innate true energy in the body had already shown signs of exhaustion, but under Wang Jiuling's extreme pressure, true energy continued to be generated in the lungs and internal organs.

"Go to hell!" Mr. Huang said cunningly, about to throw the short blade at Wang Jiuling.

Cheng Ying lost her balance at that moment, but still managed to raise her hand to block Mr. Huang's attack.

But this time, she fell completely into Mr. Huang's trap. Mr. Huang pushed her forcefully, and Cheng Ying's body tilted and fell backward.

There were two silk threads behind her.

If he were to fall, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ma Guangzuo staggered forward, his feet stained with blood, but it was clearly too late.

Wang Jiuling on the bed had a fierce look in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and pushed his innate skill to its limit.

The next moment, his eyes flashed with divine light, and his previously weak true energy burst forth instantly.

He slammed two fingers on Shi Jingqing's back.

"puff!"

Shi Jingqing coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his pained expression eased, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Wang Jiuling moved...

Cheng Ying has reached a dead end.

She fell backward, only managing to turn her head slightly before it was too late to react further.

The silk threads gleamed coldly, one of them aimed directly at Cheng Ying's neck as she fell, having already severed a strand of hair.

Cheng Ying instinctively closed her eyes.

Just waiting for the silk thread to pass by.

Mr. Huang's sinister smile became blurred, and Ma Guangzuo's shouts gradually faded into the distance.

...

But the dizzying, blackout situation I had imagined did not occur.

The next second, a large hand wrapped around Cheng Ying's waist and supported her.

Cheng Ying opened her eyes and saw Wang Jiuling. "Brother Wang!"

At this moment, Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes and thrust the short blade in his hand toward Wang Jiuling.

Because he could see that Wang Jiuling's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"With your martial arts skills, I wouldn't have had a high chance of killing you, but you brought it upon yourself..."

Mr. Huang was speaking when he noticed that Wang Jiuling's hand was incredibly fast, slapping the sharp blade in his hand.

Mr. Huang felt a tremendous force coming from him.

His right hand moved downwards uncontrollably, and the sharp blade in his hand cut the silk thread behind Cheng Ying.

Tatata!

Wang Jiuling turned around and brought Cheng Ying behind him. The next second, he stepped forward and reached out to grab Mr. Huang.

The hand moved slowly, like a child playing, but it arrived in front of Mr. Huang in an instant.

Ripples spread through the air, and before the hand even arrived, the force of the blow made Mr. Huang's face twitch, as if the human skin mask on his face was about to fly off.

Mr. Huang's expression changed drastically, and the hairs on his body stood on end in an instant.

"you!"

Mr. Huang bent backward to avoid Wang Jiuling's palm, his body twisting as he passed through the silk thread behind him.

At the same time, the wooden box in his arms opened, and a three-inch-long steel nail shot towards Wang Jiuling.

This is one of Mr. Huang's trump cards for saving his life.

This mechanism is incredibly powerful; the steel nails are almost invisible to the naked eye, and it moves at an astonishing speed.

The power of the hidden weapon fired before was nothing compared to this one.

But next second.

Ding!

The sound of metal clanging rang out.

Wang Jiuling flicked his finger in front of him, deflecting the rapidly approaching steel nail.

Two moves, just two moves.

Mr. Huang, whom even Cheng Ying and Ma Guangzuo combined could not stop, was so frightened by Wang Jiuling that he felt a chill run down his spine.

Mr. Huang retreated quickly, and Wang Jiuling lightly followed with a light step.

There were five or six silk threads lying horizontally in front of me.

Wang Jiuling neither dodged nor avoided the silk threads that tore open his robes, but they were blocked by his protective inner energy when they touched his skin.

On the skin's surface, protective true energy rippled in layers.

Creak—!

As Wang Jiuling moved forward, the silk thread was first pulled and bent forward, and then snapped with a "crack".

Wang Jiuling rushed directly to Mr. Huang.

"What?!?"

Mr. Huang's eyes were almost overflowing with shock; he was no stranger to those with high martial arts skills.

He believed that even the most capable person should have limits, which is why he dared to attempt the assassination.

But what is this in front of me?

Is this a human being?

The most important thing for a person is to recognize their own abilities. Mr. Huang has been cautious all his life, but this time he was clearly drunk.

That's how assassins are; sometimes you only have one chance, and if you fail, you're finished.

boom!

Mr. Huang's wooden box was smashed to pieces by Wang Jiuling's palm, with wood chips and parts flying everywhere.

Mr. Huang tried to dodge, but only felt a sharp pain on his forehead. It turned out that Wang Jiuling's finger had already touched his forehead.

The next second, Mr. Huang bled profusely, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing the wardrobe in the corner to pieces with a bang.

"Qingyangzi!"

"Brother Wang!"

Ma Guangzuo limped over, grimacing, his feet covered in blood.

Cheng Ying was unharmed.

The two approached Wang Jiuling and saw that Wang Jiuling's true energy suddenly dissipated.

At the same time, blood spilled from his mouth.

"Brother Wang! What's wrong?!"

Cheng Ying panicked when she saw that Wang Jiuling's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Wang Jiuling raised his hand. "It's nothing!"

In his haste, he activated his Innate Skill with all his might, and by sheer coincidence, he advanced the Innate Skill to a higher level, achieving mastery.

With his breakthrough in the Innate Skill, his previously depleted true energy began to regenerate, allowing him to save Shi Jingqing more quickly and still have the strength to move around.

It's just that over-exploiting one's physical potential in a short period of time depletes one's vital energy.

He forcibly used the little bit of true energy that had only grown after his breakthrough, which resulted in him getting injured.

Now, his true energy is automatically withdrawing under his body's instinctive consciousness to nourish his lungs and internal organs, and moisten his meridians and dantian.

Wang Jiuling sighed softly.

He forcibly accelerated the treatment process, and immediately attacked again after finishing his practice. Such a destructive strain on his body would have severely injured him if it were him in the past.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, he mastered his innate skill.

Now that the vital energy is circulating in the lungs and internal organs, and the essence is as solid as a rock, there is no danger.

With the Innate Skill, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and the Nine Yin Manual, recovery is only a matter of time.

It will probably take three months to fully recover to its original state.

Mixed joys and sorrows.

Wang Jiuling gestured to go check on Mr. Huang's condition first.

By the time they pulled Mr. Huang out of the sawdust, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes were bulging, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

The human skin mask on his face had long since fallen off, revealing the face that Cheng Ying was familiar with.

"I think I went a bit too far..."

This man was treacherous. Fearing he was faking his death, Wang Jiuling slit his throat with his sword before carrying the still unconscious Shi Jingqing to the bedside. Then, he helped Ma Guangzuo, and the four of them left.

By this time, the fire in the corridor had completely spread.

Someone downstairs was shouting, "Fire! Fire upstairs!"

The four of them braved the fire and thick smoke and finally made it downstairs. Wang Jiuling's body went limp and he sat down, causing Shi Jingqing, who was on his back, to fall.

Cheng Ying quickly helped the two of them up.

"Brother Wang! Are you alright?"

Ma Guangzuo was grimacing as he tried to take off his blood-stained shoes and socks, which had two or three holes in them.

Seeing Wang Jiuling like this, they were also startled.

"Qingyangzi! Are you really alright? You don't look well!"

Wang Jiuling shook his head to indicate that he was fine; he had simply overexerted himself and was now exhausted, needing time to recover.

We are truly grateful to Cheng Ying and Ma Guangzuo for today.

However, this trip to the Mongolian camp will likely be difficult...