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

Meanwhile, the swordsmanship exam has already begun.

Wang Jiuling was discussing the fourth generation of disciples within the sect with Zhen Zhibing when suddenly a disciple guarding the mountain rushed over to report.

"Acting Master Uncle! Uncle Wang! There's an enemy! An enemy!!"

The two disciples guarding the mountain were panting heavily from running.

This unexpected scene interrupted the exam.

The two disciples ran over and knelt down, their faces filled with panic as they recounted their story.

They said they saw a large group of people heading towards the vicinity of Chongyang Palace.

"The leaders are those two Mongols who led the attack on Chongyang Palace last time!"

The moment the two disciples uttered those words, the scene erupted in chaos.

"What? Mongolians?"

"Quick! We have to stop them right now!"

However, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing remained calm, simply looking quietly at the road leading to Chongyang Palace.

Soon, noises came from the other side.

Huo Du, the three heroes of Mongolia, and a group of experts they had gathered were rushing towards Chongyang Palace along the mountain path.

"It's finally here!"

When Wang Jiuling spoke, Zhen Zhibing beside him nodded slowly.

At this moment, the other three generations of disciples were already panicking.

They had witnessed the strength of Huo Du and Darba before, especially Darba, who possessed immense strength and was able to fight against Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji.

Now that Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji are gone, who in the entire Quanzhen Sect can stop them?

"Quickly! Go and inform all the senior martial uncles!"

Some people have already gone to find the remaining members of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Zhen Zhibing immediately gave the order.

"Don't panic! Quickly notify all Quanzhen disciples and tell them to assemble immediately!"

He and Wang Jiuling had arranged the locations of the various examination venues in advance, intending that if the Mongols dared to attack Chongyang Palace, the Quanzhen disciples could launch a counter-encirclement.

At this moment, Huo Du and his group arrived and saw the Quanzhen Sect members who were clearly "unprepared".

Huo Du opened the folding fan in his hand.

"Heh heh! The Quanzhen Sect, I, Huo Du, am back!"

His sinister face was full of smugness. This guy was petty; he still remembered being forced to leave Chongyang Palace.

Zhen Zhibing stepped forward, pointing at Huo Du and the others. "You cowards! We let you go last time, and you didn't even know how to be grateful!"

This caused Huo Du and the others to burst into laughter.

Wang Jiuling frowned. He immediately noticed the three strangely dressed people following behind Huo Du and Darba.

One of them had a soft whip hanging from his waist, and his appearance was very familiar to Wang Jiuling.

A Guest Among Flowers

That is, Yin Kexi.

The other party's identity has now been fully confirmed.

Then the identities of the two people beside Yin Kexi become obvious.

Good heavens, all three heroes of Mongolia have arrived?

Such a grand display? Wang Jiuling couldn't help but marvel.

At this moment, looking at the panicked disciples below, Wang Jiuling finally spoke, deliberately showing shock on his face and speaking in a cold voice.

"Huo Du! How did you know in advance that my Quanzhen Sect's defenses were weak?"

"You narrowly escaped last time, weren't you afraid of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Huo Du recognized Wang Jiuling, and upon hearing Wang Jiuling's words and seeing his surprised expression, he felt somewhat smug.

"Ha! If it weren't for Guo Jing saving the day last time, do you think you could possibly defeat this prince?"

"Today is the day your entire sect is destroyed!"

Wang Jiuling spoke slowly. "Heh, it seems I really should have killed you without hesitation last time."

"Wang Jiuling! The one you should have killed long ago is me!!" Suddenly, a voice rang out from the steps below.

Everyone looked over and saw a fourth-generation disciple supporting a figure as they walked up the steps.

Upon seeing this person, the Quanzhen Sect disciples' expressions changed.

"Zhao Zhijing? How could it be him?"

"Isn't he at the Cliff of Repentance?"

Ignoring the comments of others, Zhao Zhijing approached Huo Du and bowed deeply in respect.

"Prince Huodu! You've finally arrived!"

Without a doubt, this time the Mongols went up the mountain, it was related to Zhao Zhijing again.

This infuriated the other Quanzhen disciples, and Li Zhichang almost couldn't resist rushing forward.

Zhao Zhijing bowed to Huo Du in public, which was tantamount to throwing the face of the Quanzhen sect to the ground and trampling it.

Inside Chongyang Palace, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were secretly observing everything, all had ashen faces.

Qiu Chuji angrily crushed the teacup in his hand.

But Ma Yu stopped him.

"Wait a little longer..."

Outside, Zhao Zhijing was already spitting and cursing at Wang Jiuling.

"Wang Jiuling! You always act so high and mighty! What makes you so great? All you do is lick the stinky feet of those old men!"

"You ruined me! Today I will destroy Quanzhen!!"

"Hahaha! You think that just because I've crippled my martial arts, I'm helpless?"

Go ahead and be arrogant again.

"Bring Director Wang out here! I want him to kowtow and apologize to me in person!"

"Do you know what kind of life I spent on the Cliff of Contemplation? Do you even know?!"

Zhao Zhijing's face contorted in disgust, and Huo Du, standing to the side, frowned and stepped back, afraid of getting splashed with Zhao Zhijing's saliva.

If Huo didn't still need this good-for-nothing, he would have killed him long ago.

Wang Jiuling raised his hand, stopping some angry disciples who wanted to make a move.

"Zhao Zhijing! You couldn't have done this alone. I suppose you have accomplices?"

Just as Wang Jiuling finished speaking, two of the third-generation disciples stepped forward and stood beside Zhao Zhijing.

There are also a few among the fourth-generation disciples.

Those two third-generation disciples were Zhang Zhilin and Shen Zhifan.

Several fourth-generation disciples were also their followers or disciples.

"Damn it!!"

Even with Zhen Zhibing's good temper, he couldn't help himself at this moment, and he pointed at several people.

"Zhang Zhilin! Shen Zhifan!"

"The Quanzhen Sect has treated you well! You've betrayed us; aren't you afraid of being infamous for eternity?"

Zhang Zhilin's face was gloomy, and he seemed somewhat guilty. He kept glancing at Zhao Zhijing.

But Shen Zhifan just sneered.

"You've treated me well? There are countless disciples across three generations, when have I ever had even the slightest chance to stand out?!"

Prince Huo Du has truly treated me well!

"I advise you to be sensible and surrender to Prince Huodu as soon as possible, instead of making a futile struggle!"

The group worked together, and Huo Du, seeing that the time was almost right, stepped forward and pointed with his folding fan.

"You Quanzhen disciples, are there any who understand the times?"

"..."

"You'd better surrender quickly! You won't have Guo Jing to save the day!"

He then stirred things up again, persuading Zhen Zhibing to accept his "good intentions".

Several traitors, including Shen Zhifan, were constantly stirring up trouble, making the disciples both angry and afraid.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's smug face, and the traitorous faces of Shen Zhifan and the others.

Li Zhichang, standing in the crowd, could no longer hold back.

"Traitor! Prepare to die!"

He drew his sword and charged towards Shen Zhifan and Zhao Zhijing. Shen Zhifan was startled; he was no match for Li Zhichang.

"Prince Huodu, save me!"

Before Li Zhichang could get close, Huo Du jumped out from behind and forced Li Zhichang to retreat continuously in just a few moves.

"you!"

Li Zhichang was furious, but Huo Du closed his folding fan and pointed at Shen Zhifan and the others.

"This prince is respectful and courteous to those of talent. Anyone from the Quanzhen Sect who pledges allegiance to me today will receive my protection!"

Huo Du has actually started using the tactic of winning people's hearts.

The three heroes of Mongolia no longer hid, and Nemo stepped forward.

"My name is Nemo Xing! I am the number one martial artist in India! Remember that when you die!"

Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi also stepped forward.

Their reputation immediately brought the Quanzhen Sect's prestige to a low point. Some fourth-generation disciples looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The third-generation disciples also looked extremely pale.

How do we fight this?

The three top Mongolian fighters, along with Khodudarba and a host of other skilled fighters.

They all looked at the core leaders, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing.

To their surprise, the two of them looked perfectly normal.

"Are you finished talking?"