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

Kublai Khan nodded.

"Success or failure depends on my army and the abilities of my imperial advisor!"

After saying that, he stepped towards the door, clearly intending to personally oversee the situation to prevent the Golden Wheel Monk from actually killing Wang Jiuling.

The others quickly followed suit.

Today, the atmosphere in the Mongol camp has completely changed.

As Wang Jiuling walked back to his residence, the Mongol soldiers who passed by all stopped and looked at him.

Their gazes were hostile.

Then, the Golden Wheel Monk quickly followed.

Wang Jiuling remained calm and unhurried. He returned to his residence and packed up the books he had prepared.

He then took out the sword that he had left in Nanyang.

Kublai Khan maintained the sword extremely well; it was free of any rust and instead shone brightly.

At this moment, the voice of the Golden Wheel Dharma King came from outside the tent.

"It is truly a pity that you are leaving today, Master! How about we meet up and have a drink together?"

Wang Jiuling neatly arranged the items together and looked back out of the tent.

Even if the Golden Wheel Monk didn't come looking for him today, he would go to him on his own.

I just went to say goodbye to Kublai Khan, partly as a matter of courtesy, and partly to inform him:

Come on, let's start fighting.

Wang Jiuling initially thought it would be difficult, but to his surprise, Kublai Khan gave him enough time to recover.

Now, all Wang Jiuling needs to do is to boldly and openly fight his way out.

As he stepped out, the Golden Wheel Monk had already arrived, looking at Wang Jiuling with a cold smile.

At the same time, Mongol soldiers emerged from the surrounding tents, with five hundred-man squads being the first to assemble around Wang Jiuling's tent alone.

This directly blocked Wang Jiuling's way out.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the vast surrounding area; once a battle broke out, it would involve thousands of troops.

"Just do it, stop talking nonsense!"

Wang Jiuling didn't bother with pleasantries with the Golden Wheel Monk and drew his sword without saying a word.

With a light touch of his feet, he swiftly swept towards the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed.

He was surprised that Wang Jiuling didn't head in the direction of departure, but instead took the initiative to fight him.

The Golden Wheel Monk was immediately enraged.

What does that mean?

Compared to a large army, isn't Golden Wheel Monk easier to deal with?

"Arrogant!" The Golden Wheel Monk made a sudden move, his five wheels shooting into the sky and crashing down on Wang Jiuling at an extremely fast speed.

Regardless of the methods used or the sacrifices made, the Golden Wheel Monk's martial arts skills have indeed improved.

The wheels were incredibly fast, reaching Wang Jiuling in an instant.

Ding ding!

Wang Jiuling swung his longsword, and the two wheels, one gold and one silver, were sent flying.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Wang Jiuling spun around, using his protective inner energy to deflect the other three wheels as well.

The next second, the sword tip was already piercing towards the face of the Golden Wheel Monk.

The sword tip gleamed with a cold light, so bright it hurt the eyes of the Golden Wheel Monk. He leaned back, touched the ground with his feet, and quickly pulled away to create distance.

They slid three or four zhang in an instant.

At the same time, five wheels came hurtling towards Wang Jiuling from behind.

Of the five wheels, the golden wheel was the most powerful and heavy, and it was responsible for the main attack, crashing straight into Wang Jiuling.

The silver wheel was slightly smaller, but it was the fastest, slicing towards Wang Jiuling's neck with a sharp edge, forcing Wang Jiuling to block it.

The other three wheels each had their own strengths, and as they rotated, they surrounded Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling changed his sword stance, and his longsword, imbued with true energy, knocked away the incoming wheel.

With such skill and daring, Wang Jiuling actually used the reaction force from striking the wheel with his sword to increase his speed even further.

In the instant he dodged the other wheels, he lunged forward and struck at the Golden Wheel Monk with a palm strike.

Just as the Golden Wheel Monk was marveling at how powerful and heavy Wang Jiuling's ordinary sword was, he looked up again and saw Wang Jiuling already striking down with a palm.

The Golden Wheel Monk was completely unafraid.

He felt that his current internal strength was only a hair's breadth away from Wang Jiuling's.

So they faced each other with their palms facing each other.

The Golden Wheel Monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was truly not for nothing; his palm strikes possessed immense power.

Every move he made seemed to possess the power of a dragon or elephant.

Wang Jiuling's Hidden Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm, after he mastered the Innate Skill, gained an even more unique feel.

As the saying goes, once you master one skill, you master everything else. After mastering the Innate Skill, Wang Jiuling's martial arts techniques improved in almost every way.

Wang Jiuling's body, from top to bottom, had nowhere to gain leverage.

But if a year ago, his palm strike was like a raging storm with waves, an unavoidable force.

So now, this palm strike is like the Milky Way's weak waters flowing backwards.

The Golden Wheel Monk felt his palm strike quickly become less effective.

All the dragons and elephants, all the powerful forces, were swallowed up in an instant.

"What?"

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically, and he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The palm strike came straight at him, and the Golden Wheel Monk was sent flying backward, crashing into a tent behind him, spitting blood and looking utterly shocked.

He lost in that head-on clash.

"How could this be? He was hiding his true abilities before!?" The Golden Wheel Monk felt a mouthful of blood well up in his mouth.

"How could this Taoist priest be so shameless?! He's even hiding his true abilities!"

He wasn't beaten, he was angered.

With a sweep of his longsword, Wang Jiuling sent the five wheels behind him, now free from the control of the golden wheel, flying.

Upon seeing Jinlun's defeat, the surrounding Mongol soldiers immediately swarmed forward.

They were in groups of one hundred, with shield bearers in heavy armor at the front and soldiers behind them thrusting their spears at Wang Jiuling.

But the next second, when the spear pierced Wang Jiuling's body, it was directly repelled by his protective true qi.

creak!

The spears bent, and the Mongol soldiers looked shocked.

They are human too, and naturally they are frightened when faced with something that defies common sense.

However, they were very well-behaved and did not cause any trouble.

They still relied on the shield-bearers' blocking and the length of their spears to attack.

boom!

Wang Jiuling had just finished exchanging blows with the Golden Wheel Monk, but his true energy hadn't dissipated. He struck out with a palm, sending six or seven heavily armored soldiers flying backward.

Then, with a light tap of his foot, he rose into the air and swept over the heads of the many Mongol soldiers.

He was actually heading towards the central army camp in the distance.

The Mongol soldiers below kept thrusting their spears at him, but he either dodged them or was repelled by his protective inner energy.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling was going in the wrong direction, the Golden Wheel Monk finally realized what was happening and immediately followed.

There were too many Mongol soldiers; they were a dark mass of them, surrounding us from all directions.

As soon as Wang Jiuling's feet touched the ground, a dense barrage of spears immediately pierced towards him from all around.

quack quack!

The spear was blocked by the protective aura, bending and making a sound. Many Mongol soldiers worked together to push Wang Jiuling backward, preventing him from moving forward.

The Golden Wheel Monk behind him leaped up, pressed down with his palm, and five wheels came flying towards him.

A vast army lies before them, while a formidable enemy attacks from behind.

Wang Jiuling needed to turn around to catch the Golden Wheel Monk's attack, but at the same time he also had to block the dense array of spears behind him.

Even if one is not afraid of spears, if one is careless and is pushed down by the group, one will surely die.

But Wang Jiuling wasn't flustered at all.