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

Wang Jiuling's expression was normal, and Huang Rong didn't notice anything amiss.

The truth may only be revealed tonight.

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Late at night, in a guest room.

In the darkness, the man lay on the bed, seemingly asleep, yet his brow was tightly furrowed.

He gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, his veins bulging.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up straight.

There were no lights on, but those blood-red eyes were so conspicuous in the darkness.

He put on his clothes, drew his long sword, and the murderous intent in his eyes was barely concealed.

The door opened, the man stepped out, and his figure quickly disappeared into the corridor.

At the same time, the door across the street suddenly opened a crack.

Lu Qingdu watched the man's departing figure through the crack in the door, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

He pursed his lips, cautiously went out the door, arrived at Wang Jiuling's door, carefully closed the open door, and then returned to his own room...

There was no thunderstorm tonight, but the clouds were even darker, and it was almost pitch black in the backyard.

The man stood in front of Guo Fu's door for half an incense stick's time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by murderous intent.

Squeak-!

He gently pushed open the door and stepped into the dark room.

At that moment, the moon slowly peeked out from behind the dark clouds, bringing a sliver of light into the room.

A figure was sitting on the bed; judging from the shape, it was a woman.

But before the man could do anything, the lights in the room were suddenly turned on.

A look of surprise flashed in the man's bloodshot eyes.

The person sitting on the bed was not Guo Fu, but Huang Rong, who was holding a dog-beating stick and had a serious expression.

"Master Wang, what brings you to see Fu'er so late at night?"

Huang Rong spoke, and following her gaze, the person at the door was none other than Wang Jiuling.

As she spoke, Huang Rong gripped the dog-beating stick tightly in her hand.

She felt something was wrong.

During the day, Wang Jiuling possessed an extraordinary demeanor, his aura as sharp as a drawn sword.

But nothing could compare to this.

His eyes were bloodshot, and although his face was expressionless, the killing intent emanating from him almost froze the surrounding air.

He stared at Huang Rong as if she were just a stranger passing by.

He twirled the longsword in his hand.

"Hand over Guo Fu!"

The voice was like a thousand-year-old ice, sending a chill down Huang Rong's spine.

Almost instantly, Huang Rong realized that the person in front of her was no longer the Wang Jiuling from earlier that day.

"Master Wang, you should wake up."

While Huang Rong was trying to persuade her, she had already reached for the rope next to her with one hand.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling remained unmoved, Huang Rong did not hesitate. She pulled the rope in her hand, and instantly, a large net fell over Wang Jiuling's head.

The net is covered with fine needles, like cow hair, and the whole net has a metallic sheen.

Guo Jing has gone to patrol the city tonight and it is unknown when he will return. Huang Rong has made quite thorough preparations.

A large net covered Wang Jiuling's entire body, but the next second, Huang Rong's expression changed.

Because Wang Jiuling's protective true energy was extremely violent, separating the net.

The finest needles on the internet couldn't touch him at all.

Whoosh!

The longsword spun, and the large net was severed.

"What?" Huang Rong was shocked. Although Wang Jiuling's long sword was also extraordinary, how could it easily cut through this special material net?

"They're certainly well-prepared, hehehehe!"

Wang Jiuling, who never wastes words during the day, was now mocking Huang Rong's methods.

The voice was languid, cold, and mocking.

Without hesitation, Huang Rong charged toward Wang Jiuling with her dog-beating stick in hand.

The dog-beating stick came down on his head, but Wang Jiuling easily dodged it, and the two entered the courtyard.

Huang Rong's Dog-Beating Stick technique was truly exquisite; the stick flashed and the attacks were fierce.

With Huang Rong's martial arts skills, she could easily gain the upper hand even when facing Li Mochou.

But Wang Jiuling is different tonight.

The long sword in his hand was like a venomous snake coiling around him. The Quanzhen sword technique, which he used to be fierce and ruthless, was now even more vicious and cunning.

Every strike of his sword was aimed directly at Huang Rong's vital points.

Neck, heart, and vital points throughout the body.

Moreover, Wang Jiuling mobilized his true energy as if he were risking his life, causing earth and stones to fly in the courtyard as Wang Jiuling's true energy layered upon layer.

His swordsmanship grew increasingly ruthless and powerful with each strike.

Huang Rong became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Her original intention was only to subdue Wang Jiuling, and she did not intend to kill him. However, Wang Jiuling's ruthlessness in front of her far surpassed that when he was sober.

They were practically reckless, driven solely by the desire to kill.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in the blink of an eye, and Huang Rong was thus at a disadvantage.

But thanks to her soft armor, she didn't suffer any losses.

But at this moment, the two Beggar Clan elders who had been ordered to guard outside the courtyard were anxious, fearing that Huang Rong would get hurt.

Huang Rong originally thought that this matter should not be made a big deal out of it, and for safety reasons, she instructed them to keep an eye on the outside. If anyone heard any noise, two Beggar Clan elders were to stop them.

At this moment, the people from the Guo family had already heard the commotion and were heading this way.

Seeing that their leader was losing, one of the elders became anxious and rushed into the courtyard to help.

"You're blocking my way, but I'm going in!"

In the courtyard, Huang Rong had just blocked a sword, and felt a numbness in her hand.

Huang Rong realized she had underestimated her opponent. Not only was she unable to defeat Wang Jiuling, she herself was now at a disadvantage.

I was thinking about what to do.

But the Beggar Clan elder rushed in.

"Master! I'm here to help you!" he shouted, sweeping his long staff at Wang Jiuling.

Knowing how terrifying Wang Jiuling was at this moment, Huang Rong took a step forward and rushed towards him.

But it was too late.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling's body was filled with violent internal energy, his robes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were frighteningly cold. Hearing the noise behind him, he turned around abruptly.

With a single sword stroke, he severed the long staff in the Beggar Clan elder's hand.

The next second, the longsword spun and slashed towards the neck of the Beggar Clan elder.

The Beggar Clan elder's eyes widened, but he had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the long sword came hurtling towards him.

Having gone mad, Wang Jiuling showed absolutely no mercy in his attack.

"don't want!"

Huang Rong cried out in surprise, no matter how fast her lightness skill was, it couldn't match the speed of Wang Jiuling's sword.

In desperation, Huang Rong threw her dog-beating stick, which struck Wang Jiuling's sword, blocking the attack.

The Beggars' Sect leader was covered in cold sweat. After realizing what had happened, he took the opportunity to retreat.

Huang Rong lunged forward, leaping into the air, attempting to catch the rebounding Dog-Beating Stick.

However, Wang Jiuling's movements were strange, and he had already started using the Golden Goose Skill before Huang Rong.

He grabbed the dog-beating stick before Huang Rong could react, while simultaneously thrusting his longsword toward Huang Rong's face.

Huang Rong missed her target, and when she looked again, the long sword was already in front of her. However, Huang Rong did not panic. She first dodged the sword by turning to the side, and then her right hand moved around.

The dog-beating stick that was originally in Wang Jiuling's hand suddenly slipped into Huang Rong's hand.

The dog-beating stick struck Wang Jiuling, and the internal energy was poured in, instantly sealing the acupoints on Wang Jiuling's right hand.

He then raised his hand to knock the longsword out of Wang Jiuling's hand.

But the next second, something unexpected happened.

Wang Jiuling sneered, and quickly tapped his right shoulder twice with his left hand. In an instant, the innate Nine Yang True Qi surged.

The internal energy that Huang Rong had just injected into Wang Jiuling's body was transferred out again from the collarbone area at the back of Wang Jiuling's body by being wrapped up by Wang Jiuling's true energy.

boom!

The Beggar Clan elders behind were about to step forward when they were knocked to the ground by this surge of true energy.

Huang Rong's expression changed drastically.

"The Nine Yin Manual: Acupoint Unlocking Chapter!?"

At this moment, Wang Jiuling spun his long sword, already slashing towards Huang Rong's arm.

Huang Rong hastily dodged, but in doing so, she revealed a flaw.

The next second, the long sword was already at her neck, but she was too late to dodge.

"Master Wang!"