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

Wang Jiuling spoke, showing no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

The mole has been exposed; he no longer needs to pretend.

Zhao Zhijing was feeling smug. "Wang Jiuling! You're still being stubborn!"

"Prince Huodu! That brat is the most ungrateful bastard; we'll have to beat his mouth to a pulp first!"

"And you lot! What are you looking at?! Anyone who disagrees will die soon!"

Looking at this fool, Wang Jiuling couldn't help but ask a question.

"Zhao Zhijing, haven't you noticed someone's missing?"

Zhao Zhijing was taken aback, looked around, and then sneered.

"Ha! It's just that those old fogies aren't here. They're probably too scared to come out because of Prince Huodu, aren't they?"

"Beast! You beast!!" A furious voice echoed from Chongyang Palace.

Led by Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen slowly walked out.

Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing immediately led their many disciples in bowing.

Upon seeing the enraged Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Zhao Zhijing instinctively took two steps back and pointed at them incredulously.

"You! You two? Didn't you two go down the mountain??"

"Hmph! If we went down the mountain, how would we have the chance to hear your beastly ravings?" Ma Yu's eyes flashed like lightning, while Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi were filled with murderous intent.

Feeling guilty, Zhao Zhijing immediately hid behind Huo Du.

Huo Du and the others were surprised to see the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, but Nemo Xing soon burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! So what if you old codgers are all here?"

"They're not even enough for me to fight alone!"

Wang Jiuling laughed, glancing behind Huo Du and the others. "They're about to die and still don't realize it!"

"Huh?" Nemo turned around, and Huo Du and the others also looked over.

On the mountain path, an old monk slowly ascended the steps. "Amitabha!"

Nemo Star, brandishing a machete, swaggered arrogantly. "Old man! Who are you?"

Master Yideng smiled. "My name is not worth mentioning!"

Qiu Chuji stepped forward, pointing at Nemo Star and cursing angrily.

"Ignorant madman! Utterly shameless, he doesn't even recognize a master?"

This humble Taoist priest tells you! This is...

At this moment, Wang Jiuling could no longer hold back; he had only been trying to lure out the traitor earlier.

Now that everyone has gathered, it's the perfect time to kill two birds with one stone. He doesn't understand why this righteous faction has to shout slogans before fighting.

He twirled his longsword in a flourish.

"Master! Fellow disciples! Why bother reasoning with these wicked people?"

"Everyone, charge forward shoulder to shoulder! Cut them down first!"

Before his voice could even linger in the air, Wang Jiuling had already headed towards Huo Du and Darba.

The innate Nine Yang True Qi surged, and the long sword pierced straight at Huo Du, who was at the forefront.

"Arrogant!"

Although Wang Jiuling was extremely fast, Huo Du still thought he was the same Wang Jiuling from the last chaotic battle at Chongyang Palace.

He underestimated his opponent, but he soon regretted it.

Wang Jiuling's sword strike was imbued with the innate Nine Yang True Qi. Huo Du tried to block the sword with his fan, but was horrified to find that the sword's momentum seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He was forced to retreat, his arms aching.

With just one sword strike, Huo Du's expression changed.

Wang Jiuling had already unleashed his second sword strike. The Quanzhen Swordplay, enhanced by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, had almost reached the realm of returning to simplicity.

"The great river is like a ribbon!"

With a sweeping sword strike, Huo Du barely managed to raise his fan to block, but his arm went numb and he staggered, only able to retreat using his unpredictable lightness skill.

At the same time, steel needles shot out from the fan, delaying Wang Jiuling.

But the next second, Huo Du's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

When the steel needle reached Wang Jiuling, he turned around and used his protective inner energy to deflect it away.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jiuling lunged forward and slashed at Huo Du with his sword.

Three strokes!

On the third move alone, Huo Du was driven to the brink of death by Wang Jiuling.

Although Huo Du underestimated his opponent, it should be noted that two years ago, Wang Jiuling could only exchange a dozen or so blows with Huo Du.

This is absolutely outrageous.

"Senior brother, please help me!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huo Du did not hesitate to call for help.

"Haaah!!"

A roar came from behind Huo Du, and Darba, holding a vajra, smashed it down hard on Wang Jiuling.

This Darba doesn't cultivate internal strength; he only relies on external skills to defeat top-tier masters.

Although clearly weaker than Li Mochou, she is still a rare master.

His pestle struck Wang Jiuling's sword, and even with the support of the innate Nine Yang True Qi, Wang Jiuling's sword was still deflected.

With a light tap of his toes, Wang Jiuling landed steadily on the steps behind him.

"Ha! What powerful force!" Wang Jiuling recalled the force of that attack and was still somewhat surprised.

He currently possesses both the Innate Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, with his left foot stepping on his right. The ferocity of his Innate Nine Yang True Qi is probably unparalleled in the world.

And this Darba, surprisingly, was able to withstand his sword strike with brute force.

This piqued Wang Jiuling's interest.

Darba, on the other side, stared wide-eyed; it was the first time in his life he had encountered such fierce internal energy.

Before he could think any further, Darba swung his pestle again, simply because Wang Jiuling had drawn his sword once more.

Huo Du, also looking shocked, fought alongside Darba against Wang Jiuling.

Ma Yu and the others blinked, seemingly unable to believe that Wang Jiuling could fight Huo Du and Darba all by himself.

Qiu Chuji raised his hand, looking at the scene with a hint of helplessness.

"You brat! Can't you wait until I finish speaking...?"

At this moment, Wang Jiuling took the initiative to act, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen had no choice but to move as well, directly rushing towards the group of Mongolian masters present.

The three heroes of Mongolia wanted to deal with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, but the next second, Master Yideng appeared in front of them.

"Amitabha!"

A chaotic battle is about to break out.

Wang Jiuling fought Darba and Huodu alone, Master Yideng stopped the three heroes of Mongolia, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen joined forces to deal with the remaining hundred or so martial arts masters.

Zhen Zhibing also stepped forward.

"All disciples, form the Heavenly Dipper Formation!"

Immediately, the area around Chongyang Palace was surrounded, and only then did Huo Du and the others realize that they had fallen into an encirclement.

clang!

Wang Jiuling descended from the sky, his longsword pointing at Darba. Darba blocked it with his vajra pestle and tried to use his domineering power to force Wang Jiuling back.

The longsword was bent, yet it remained incredibly resilient thanks to the innate Nine Yang True Qi.

Wang Jiuling used this reaction force to rise into the sky, leaving Darba, who knew no internal energy, helpless.

Huo Du cunningly used hidden weapons to ambush Wang Jiuling in mid-air, but they were all deflected or delayed by Wang Jiuling's protective true qi.

Then he swung his longsword and knocked it down.

"Damn it! This is practically a turtle shell!"

Huo Du was furious and cursed, but he had no choice but to quickly raise his fan to defend himself, because Wang Jiuling's sword was already thrusting towards him.

Wang Jiuling's move, "Vast Waves," left Huo Du twisting and turning, unsure of where to hide.

The next second, Huo Du felt a sharp pain on his face as the longsword slashed open a gash.

With the support of the innate Nine Yang True Qi, the wound bled even more profusely.

"Ah!" Fortunately, Darba rushed over at this moment and smashed his vajra pestle on Wang Jiuling's sword, using brute force to block the blow for Huo Du.

Now, Huo Du was comfortable, but Darba was suffering.

He was wide open at that moment and was kicked hard in the shoulder by Wang Jiuling.

Darba stumbled and nearly fell.

The two separated, and Wang Jiuling stood with his sword in hand, his body surging with true energy, his robes fluttering even without wind.

Darba clutched his shoulder, his expression showing some pain.

Huo Du covered the wound on his face, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"My face! My face!" Huo, who always prided himself on his handsome appearance, was now disfigured. His expression was one of shock, anger, and fear.

Wang Jiuling in front of me was simply a walking monster.

The moves are sharp and ruthless, yet incredibly powerful and difficult to defend against.

When defending, his strange protective aura was like a tortoise shell, and Huo couldn't do anything about it.

The two of them, working together, were confident that they could suppress the vast majority of masters in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Otherwise, the last time they caused a ruckus at Chongyang Palace, the outcome wouldn't have been the same.

Although the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were distracted at the time because they had to protect Hao Datong, it still shows the general situation.

But now, after fighting Wang Jiuling for dozens of moves, the two of them have been completely suppressed.

How is that possible?

At this point, the melee at Chongyang Palace had become one-sided.

Master Yideng fought against the three heroes of Mongolia alone, and surprisingly, the stalemate at the beginning has now turned into a situation where he is in control.

As for the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, they have been working with the Quanzhen disciples to defeat the group of experts brought by Huo Du, and the encirclement of the Quanzhen Sect is getting smaller and smaller.

A glint flashed in Huo Du's eyes as he felt the stinging pain on his face.

"Senior brother! You hold him off. Junior brother will go help Mr. Yin and the others deal with that old monk, then we'll all come back to support you!"

Darba had no doubts.

"Good!" he roared, then charged at Wang Jiuling with his vajra in hand.

Behind him, Huo Du touched the ground with his toes, but his figure slid down the mountain without hesitation.

(Bonus chapter is here! Please give me a five-star review and urge me to update!)