Chapter 130

Before the second Mount Hua sword debate, Guo Jing's martial arts were not yet fully accomplished; he had fought Ouyang Feng many times, but was far from being his match.

However, after more than ten years of arduous training, Guo Jing advanced bravely and his martial arts reached great proficiency; although Ouyang Feng had reverse-cultivated the Nine Yin Manual and also gained some insight, the orthodox ultimately triumphs over the heterodox.

Several years earlier, the two had met once in Jiangnan, where Guo Jing could already match Ouyang Feng evenly, making it hard to tell who was superior. However, when they exchanged palms, because they were on a roof, as they channeled force into their legs they directly broke the rafters and fell from the roof.

Those rafters fell on a lodger staying at the inn, instantly breaking both his legs and causing him to scream in agony. Guo Jing, unwilling to harm an innocent, dared not put force on his feet, whereas Ouyang Feng cared nothing for the lives of bystanders.

Originally the two were evenly matched, but because Guo Jing's footing was weak and his palms had nothing to push against, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Huang Rong had been standing aside to cheer him on, hoping her husband would win on his own, but she too had to join the fray; in the end both Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng suffered mutual injury.

This time they met again, but with firm footing; Guo Jing likewise employed the 'Proud Dragon Has Regret' move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, wanting to see whether he could indeed defeat Ouyang Feng.

Although Ouyang Feng was deranged, the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had left a deep impression in his mind; he fully understood its terror and also unleashed his lifetime's most proud 'Toad Skill'.

Even before their palms met, their qi was mighty and overwhelming, as if heaven were tilting and mountains shifting; the bowls, chopsticks, and plates in the hall clattered and jumped, those nearby found their breathing constricted, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all retreated.

With a 'peng' sound, their three palms had already made contact.

Guo Jing had practiced the 'Proud Dragon Has Regret' move diligently ever since he learned it, and on several occasions when facing strong foes he had achieved success with this technique.

After the second Mount Hua sword debate, while studying various martial arts essences on Peach Blossom Island, this palm technique had truly reached the level of divine mastery and consummate perfection.

This push appears light and casual, yet upon encountering any resistance it can instantly add thirteen successive waves of following force, each stronger than the last, like overlapping mountain ranges—truly capable of shattering anything solid and breaking through any obstacle.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is itself the pinnacle of external martial arts; Guo Jing further comprehended this marvelous state from the Nine Yin Manual, and judging by this single move alone, even Hong Qigong could not match his profound accomplishment.

When Guo Jing's and Ouyang Feng's palms met, their power surged rapidly, the preceding force not yet spent before the following force arrived, each wave propelling the previous one, forming a raging torrent that fiercely assailed Ouyang Feng.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Feng's 'Toad Skill' relies on storing power to counterattack, making him renowned worldwide; he shouted 'gugu' with his mouth, his body swaying back and forth as if about to topple at any moment, yet as Guo Jing's palm power increased, his retaliatory force only grew, wave after wave like one wave pushing the next.

Li Mochou was moved and said, 'Is this the orthodox transmission of the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?'

He had seen Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill, but had never seen the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

Feng Yi said, 'Seven parts yes, three parts no!'

'How so?' Li Mochou frowned slightly.

Feng Yi said, 'Seven parts are the Beggars' Sect's orthodox palm technique, three parts are what he suddenly comprehended from the Nine Yin Manual; it is no longer the Beggars' Sect's martial arts!'

As they spoke, only a 'gala' sound was heard under their feet, dust and smoke billowing; the hall was paved with blue-flowered large bricks, yet both of their feet had already shattered the solid bricks, sinking several inches.

Issuing force originates from the ground, and incoming force is discharged into the earth—this is the most basic martial arts common sense. From this we can see how tremendous the force they exerted and endured must be.

Among the heroes present, everyone knew Guo Jing's martial arts were among the foremost in the current jianghu, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms stood supreme in the martial world, while he was in the prime of his life.

After all, martial artists reach their peak between thirty and fifty years of age, and Guo Jing is still under forty.

Ouyang Feng's face grew increasingly solemn; although he had been famous for a long time, he is now at least eighty years old, and such a hard clash naturally puts him at a disadvantage.

Nevertheless, everyone felt anxious, knowing that in this palm contest the stronger force would prevail.

Victory or defeat could be decided within a single move, perhaps even a matter of life and death!

Guo Jing's heroic reputation spread far and wide, while Ouyang Feng's evil deeds piled up; at this moment heroes gathered like clouds, and if anyone wished to aid Guo Jing, it would suffice for a master to strike Ouyang Feng with a palm, after which Guo Jing could seize the opportunity to fell him.

But today is the Heroes' Assembly of the martial world; who would commit such an act unbecoming of their status? Moreover, Huang Rong was watching from the sidelines, so others naturally had no need to assist Guo Jing.

Huang Rong knew that with her husband's martial arts, dealing with Ouyang Feng was no problem; a few years earlier in their Jiangnan bout, her husband had originally not been inferior to him, but lost for some strange reason due to special circumstances, and now his martial arts have progressed even further—this is precisely the opportunity for him to defeat Ouyang Feng single-handedly.

Yang Guo, however, watched anxiously; he knew Guo Jing's martial arts were astonishing, and Ouyang Feng was old after all, so he shouted, 'Uncle Guo, Father, stop fighting!'

The two heard him, yet could not withdraw.

In a duel of masters, 'a hair's breadth off leads to a mistake of a thousand miles.'

They are both martial arts masters, aware that victory or defeat hangs by a thread; yet the slightest carelessness will provoke the opponent's furious counterattack, which, once landed, means either death or injury!

Huang Rong glanced at Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen; the two immediately understood, leapt out together, and barred Yang Guo, fearing he might scheme against Guo Jing.

Wu Xiuwen shouted sternly, 'Yang Guo, you have committed grave treason against your master—though that alone would be forgivable, Ouyang Feng once killed several brothers and sisters of Ke Gonggong; what are you making a fuss about here?'

How could Yang Guo not know this?

Yet people judge everything from their own perspective; although Ouyang Feng has committed countless evils, he has been good to him. And Guo Jing has also been good to him, so at this moment he truly does not want the two to fight to the death.

Xiao Longnv also watched the two intently, but what she thought was, if Guo Jing were to kill Ouyang Feng, her master's vengeance would be avenged, and she together with Guo'er could live carefree in the ancient tomb—how wonderful that would be.

Li Mochou suddenly whispered, 'You say, who can win between the two?'

Feng Yi sighed, 'Ouyang Feng is old after all; this fighting style works against others, but against Guo Jing it would only suffer a great loss.'

He knew that although Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill might surpass him in inner strength, even those whose martial arts exceed his cannot hard‑clash with it, but Guo Jing is an exception!

Guo Jing's this move can be said to be specifically aimed at Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill, a specially researched and created technique for dealing with that kind of storing‑power counterattack martial art.

Moreover, Guo Jing is in his prime, his physical condition at its peak, and his inner strength's depth is already not inferior to Ouyang Feng's; furthermore, he has understood the Divine Illumination Classic—whether he has cultivated it is uncertain for now, but the purity of his inner strength must certainly have improved.

Ouyang Feng is deranged and aged with declining vitality; a direct hard clash—how could he possibly resist? Moreover, waiting for Guo Jing to dare not use force because he stepped on someone is pure fantasy! Thus, barring special circumstances, Guo Jing will surely win, but this will not happen in an instant.

After the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Guo Jing saw Ouyang Feng's palm power surging tumultuously and could not help but admire, 'The Toad Skill is indeed formidable!'

Ouyang Feng only felt Guo Jing's palm power flowing incessantly, as if endless and boundless, the force seeming never to cease; one palm's force not yet spent, the following strength arrives in succession, like wave after wave, covering heaven and earth, its momentum ever greater.

If he cannot break free, his entire martial arts would be utterly useless; he immediately shouted 'gugu' several times, the tremendous force in his palm erupting suddenly, hoping to pry open Guo Jing's palm power in order to escape and fight again.

However, if he were to gain the upper hand, he could in an instant pry open the palm power and escape easily; but at this moment Guo Jing holds the initiative, and as soon as he senses that Ouyang Feng's palm power has not diminished but rather grown fiercer and stronger, he knows his intention.

Guo Jing suddenly let out a great shout, his hair flying upward, his robes fluttering; in an instant, air currents scattered, strong winds surged outward, everyone found their footing unsteady, and those nearby—Yang Guo and the junior martial artists—hastily retreated.

Ouyang Feng instantly felt his chest as if struck by a heavy blow; his body shot backward, blood gushing from his mouth, he flew several zhang and slammed heavily against the wall, the great hall trembling suddenly, dust and tiles from the ceiling rustling down.

Ouyang Feng stared with wide eyes, his body limp like a heap of mud, slowly sliding down.

Guo Jing's heart also felt as if weighed down by a huge stone; he staggered back three steps.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ouyang Feng felt his whole body jolt, only then realizing that the opponent's palm power, with its tremendous following force, had not yet dissipated; his chest could still hold his breath, which made his own breathing constricted, and he hurriedly tried to regulate his qi, but could scarcely draw a breath.

"Good fellow!" Feng Yi watched with satisfaction and blurted out praise.

He knew that anyone in the world who hard‑clashes palm power with Guo Jing is merely asking for suffering; this is no longer the era when Ouyang Feng could rely on his Toad Skill to hard‑clash with anyone and be invincible. Were he to engage Guo Jing in such a manner, his chances of victory would likely be slim.

Even though all the heroes believed Guo Jing had the greater chance of victory, seeing Ouyang Feng vomit blood and be overpowered left them momentarily silent.

Ouyang Feng had shaken the martial world for decades; everyone knows that Guo Jing defeated him in the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, his martial prowess surpassing imagination.

Having succeeded with a single move, Guo Jing stepped forward, covering several zhang in one stride, and struck down with a palm whose force reached everywhere.

At this moment Ouyang Feng felt his whole body light and weightless, as if lying on a cloud‑bed; his entire body had gone limp, utterly unable to resist.

"Uncle Guo!"

Yang Guo let out a sharp shout, exerted force with his toes, shot forward, and struck a palm at Guo Jing.

Hearing his loud shout, Guo Jing unconsciously eased his palm; just then, Yang Guo had already lunged forward, and the force of their palms clashed, blocking in front of Ouyang Feng.

Going by Guo Jing's martial arts, even if Yang Guo intervened to save him, Ouyang Feng would hardly escape a single palm's calamity. But Guo Jing could not bring himself to strike Yang Guo; he hastily withdrew his power, calling out, 'Guo'er!' His face twitched, and the right hand hanging in midair trembled.

Feng Yi shook his head repeatedly; frankly, he couldn't understand why Guo Jing treated Yang Guo so well!

He thought to himself, if he treated Yang Kang as Guo Jing did, and Yang Kang treated him as Guo Jing did, let alone managing Yang Guo, he would unhesitatingly kill him!

Yang Guo, disregarding his surging qi and blood, hastily bowed and said, 'Uncle Guo, my adoptive father came this time also for me. If you feel displeased, want to strike or kill, I will not frown at all!'

Xiao Longnv gazed at this scene, as if struck by lightning, swaying, on the verge of fainting.

Guo Jing slowly lowered his palm and sighed, 'Guo'er, do you remember when you once asked me how your father died?'

Yang Guo said hoarsely, 'I already know.'

Huang Rong's face turned ashen as she said, 'You really know?'

Yang Guo glanced at Huang Rong and said, 'Auntie Guo, I know everything now; I have also seen Elder Hong, who told me all of it. I know you resent my adoptive father and also hate my father!' His voice was full of weariness.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance; Guo Jing sighed, 'No matter what, your father is dead; Auntie Guo won't hold a grudge against a corpse.'

Huang Rong snorted coldly; she and her father had been horribly harmed by Yang Kang and Ouyang Feng, nearly dying in the Big Dipper Formation Guo Jing participated in—how could she not bear a grudge?

Yang Guo then turned to Feng Yi and called, 'Brother Feng, you were also present that day, and you kept trying to stop them from fighting; Elder Hong has met my adoptive father, and you all spared him out of consideration for his madness, right, Brother Feng?'

Everyone looked astonished, all turning their gaze to Feng Yi.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were no exception.

Of course, that is Feng Yi.

This is the deterrent power brought by his formidable reputation and supreme martial arts.

If he were to say a word, Senior Hong indeed meant that; as his disciples, Guo Jing and Huang Rong would have nothing more to say.

Feng Yi understood Yang Guo's thoughts, but he was shifting the concept; he sighed and said, 'Yang Brother, I indeed stopped your adoptive father and Senior Hong from fighting, and he had no intention of killing your adoptive father. But that's because Senior Hong and your adoptive father have been friends and foes all their lives; although he suffered a loss, he is still alive now, his advanced age has diminished his fiery nature, and he lacks confidence to win, so he had no choice but to seek an easy way out—he certainly couldn't join forces with me, that would be absurd!'

And my reason for intervening was not to aid anyone; it's because I have no grudges or gratitude toward either of them, and I don't want them to fight to mutual destruction, which would deprive the world of two masters!

And I do not kill Ouyang Feng because I am not a hero who takes it upon himself to eradicate evil. We are all jianghu folk; it's always you kill me, I kill you, the same; I am not stronger than him, so I have no right to do so!

But your Uncle Guo's situation is different.

Yang Guo was momentarily speechless, lowering his brows in contemplation.

Huang Rong spoke gently, 'Guo'er, Uncle Guo has constantly kept in mind since your father's death; meeting you in Jiangnan that day truly brought him boundless joy.'

Do you know that Uncle Guo, just like you, never saw his father; if not for the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan spending years traveling thousands of miles, how could he be what he is today?

His five masters were killed by Ouyang Feng and your father Yang Kang; if he does not avenge them, how can he be considered a person?

Wuxiu Wen shouted, 'Yang Guo, filial piety comes first among all virtues; what face does an unfilial person have to survive in the world?'

Everyone who heard it nodded.

Yang Guo replied, 'But my father is already dead, all debts settled; my adoptive father's mind is muddled, his martial power not yet lost, yet he acts madly and without method. He is no longer the former Western Poison Ouyang Feng; he is merely an old man who doesn't know who he is! Uncle Guo's benevolence and righteousness surpass all; to kill him now for revenge would surely tarnish his reputation!'

As a disciple of Great Hero Guo, are you not also lacking in reputation?

He spoke at length, yet somehow sounded righteous and confident.

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Wuxiu Wen's wit and eloquence could not match Yang Guo's; a single remark from him left Wen blushing red-eared, and the hall fell silent.

Everyone saw Ouyang Feng with his eyes tightly shut, clad in tattered rags, his beard stubbly, filth covering his body, looking utterly exhausted, as if bereft of vitality, truly no longer bearing his former mighty bearing. This is hardly the Western Poison; he's nothing but a beggar!

That statement is wrong!

Everyone saw a middle-aged scholar gently shaking his folding fan, stepping forward slowly, and saying, 'When Ouyang Feng committed his evil deeds in the past, he was certainly not insane!'

He is a grandmaster of his generation, having oppressed the weak countless times; even when dealing with peers of equal renown—the Quanzhen Sect leader, the Island Master of Huang, Elder Hong, and even my own master—he never hesitated to use any means.

Back then, he and your father Yang Kang killed the Five Heroes of Jiangnan on Peach Blossom Island, framed the Huang Island Master, causing the Huang Island Master, Elder Hong, and Great Hero Guo to almost turn against each other!

Given all this, no matter what method is used to kill him, everyone would applaud; how could he not be considered a hero and a mighty warrior, and how could there be any talk of lacking reputation?

His words were reasoned and evidenced, and everyone nodded in agreement.

This person is none other than the disciple of the Southern Emperor, Zhu Ziliu; back then, Ouyang Feng injured Wu Santong in order to deal with the Southern Emperor, hoping to make the Southern Emperor expend energy saving people, and he seized the opportunity to attack the Southern Emperor, who at the time was residing in the Long Dragon Temple; after saving people, the Southern Emperor lost all his power and fled from the Long Dragon Temple.

Ouyang Feng came to his door and launched a fierce attack; failing to find the Southern Emperor, he even painted a portrait of Yinggu to lure the Southern Emperor. Thus, all his disciples deeply hated the Western Poison.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and sneered sideways at the crowd: 'Fine, even if my adoptive father has committed every conceivable evil and uses any means, you lot who claim to be orthodox sects—if you acted just like him, would you not be the same? What right do you have to seek revenge?'

Moreover, at this Heroes' Convention, taking advantage of others' peril, how could you win hearts, and still speak of resisting the Mongols—isn't that a joke?

Huang Rong listened beside him, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows; upon hearing this, she spoke loudly, 'Guo'er, I know you are clever and quick-witted, eloquent and good at argument.'

You also look down on us; you clearly knew back then that Ouyang Feng killed the five brothers of Elder Ke. When he fought your Uncle Guo, I and Elder Ke did not intervene; it was Ouyang Feng's disregard for innocent lives that gave him the upper hand. I cared for my husband, and so I lent a hand.

In your eyes, you mocked us as old crickets, young crickets, not as formidable as that big cricket Ouyang Feng; at that time you were young, and I did not hold it against you.

But now that you're all grown up, you actually bring forth Hero Feng to use Elder Hong to suppress your Uncle Guo!

What he just said is also right; we people of the jianghu, whose hands are free of blood? If their kin seek vengeance, among those present, no one's life is enough to atone!

So right and wrong in the martial world are hard to settle; if one wishes to end grudges, as long as it is done openly and honorably, nobody can find fault with it!

Before you mocked us, several crickets fighting one; today it is your Uncle Guo who won single‑handedly. You struck him for Ouyang Feng, just as your Uncle Guo once struck Ouyang Feng for Elder Ke; nobody will blame you!

But because you are close to Ouyang Feng, you utter all these lofty, righteous principles, as if seeking revenge makes us all despicable villains!

Then Li Mochou just said that her master was also killed by Ouyang Feng; she and Dragon Maiden were taught by the same master. How does Dragon Maiden feel about this? If she seeks revenge, would she also be a despicable villain?

Yang Guo shuddered at the words, turned his head sharply, and saw Xiao Longnv as if listening intently, yet her eyes and face were like dead ashes in an ancient well, showing no trace of joy or sorrow.

Yang Guo felt a slight dizziness before his eyes, tears blurred his vision; suddenly he clutched his hair with both hands, crouched on the ground, buried his head between his knees, and his shoulders trembled softly.

He dared not lift his head; Huang Rong's words pierced his heart directly. How could he fail to understand these principles?

Because of his father's enmity, he has hated for who knows how long; others can feel it, and they can empathize.

Moreover, Xiao Longnv is even more important!

What was she thinking?

Yang Guo didn't dare to think about it.

Feng Yi thought: "Even if Yang Guo were more cunning, in front of Huang Rong he would be helpless. If it weren't for her deep love for Guo Jing, secretly killing Yang Guo, no one would notice!"

Guo Jing stepped forward, patted Yang Guo's shoulder, and said: "Guo'er, you once asked me how your father died. I didn't tell you because I thought you were too young to tell right from wrong."

He paused, then sighed: "I and your father are sworn brothers; I once called Ouyang Feng 'Elder Ouyang' as well, but they killed my five masters—how could I not feel anguish like a knife twisting my heart?"

Yang Guo stopped trembling, wiped his face with his sleeve, eyes red, rose and said: "Uncle Guo, you are a good person; my father was wrong back then, my adoptive father was also wrong. And my father's death came from going to strike Aunt Guo, where he succumbed to my adoptive father's snake poison—I understand all that."

But, but, do you know?

My mother died early; I was helpless and alone, surviving by stealing chickens and dogs, constantly beaten. If I hadn't met my adoptive father, who taught me the Toad Technique, I would have been beaten to death by the Wu brothers on Peach Blossom Island.

As soon as he said that, both Wu brothers' faces flushed with anger, yet they dared not retort for the moment. Though beating someone is a fact, to claim they killed him would be slander—but Guo Jing was listening, so how could they act rashly?

"If you send me to the Quanzhen Sect's Reyang Palace, they treated me harshly; if not for my Toad Technique protecting me... sigh, later I learned of the past between my adoptive father, my father, and you all."

"I ought to hate him, yet whenever I recall his past kindness to me, I cannot bring myself to hate him no matter how I try; he may be fierce and cruel to others, but toward me he is extra kind and loving—a feeling I doubt you could understand."

Guo Jing remained silent, only hearing Yang Guo continue: "I never saw my father; I once thought he was the greatest hero in the world, having done many great deeds. Alas, heaven does not follow human wishes; back then my heart ached greatly, but the pain was not of one kind—one for my father, another for my adoptive father, and also for you, Uncle Guo."

"The Wu brothers and Guo Fu flew into anger at me, sneering and mocking me; even the Quanzhen Daoists at Reyang Palace bullied me. I felt miserable, and when I also thought you no longer wanted me, I felt the world was dull and gray, devoid of any meaning—living like that truly would be better off dead."

"That's not how you should speak." Guo Jing said: "You may have lost your father, but you still have me. How could Uncle Guo not want you?"

"Uncle Guo?" Yang Guo shook his head with a bitter smile: "I know what my adoptive father did; your killing him to avenge is right."

But today I forced you in front of others; no matter how many kind words I say, whether you agree or not, the hatred cannot be resolved.

You killing him is not wrong, his doting on me is not wrong, my protecting him is not wrong—but many things truly cannot be forced, and our feelings will fade considerably.

As for my matter with my aunt, you also disagree; I don't want to live either. If you first beat me to death, then beat my adoptive father to death, I would know nothing—it would also be a release!

These words moved everyone; after all, Yang Guo's words made sense—even the wicked have shown kindness. Those who have benefited from him ought to devote themselves to repay him.

Seeing Yang Guo bite his lips, brows furrowed, locking eyes without a hint of retreat—just like his father Yang Kang back then—Guo Jing felt a pang of sorrow, glanced at Ouyang Feng, as if drained of his spirit, then suddenly lowered his eyelids, raised his hand, and coldly said: "You may go!"

Yang Guo, feeling relieved yet also realizing this man before him truly meant well for him, felt his eyes hot, tears streaming down, he knelt and kowtowed three times to Guo Jing, saying: "Uncle Guo, take care!"

Feng Yi shook his head.

"Feng Yi." Li Mochou looked at his expression and whispered: "Guo Jing's martial arts may be high, but he's a fool—how many favors did Yang Kang give him!"

She had already seen that Yang Guo, for Ouyang Feng's sake, would not hesitate to exploit Guo Jing's feelings toward him; this certainly shows his cleverness, but to Guo Jing it is also a kind of harm!

Yet Guo Jing still agreed.

Feng Yi sighed: "Yang Guo's mother is Mu Nianci, raised by his uncle Yang Tiexin; she almost married Guo Jing, but died early—perhaps Guo Jing feels indebted!"

He could only think that way, for he could not understand why Guo Jing would treat Yang Guo as his own son.

Yang Guo finished kowtowing to Guo Jing, had just stepped beside Ouyang Feng when Ouyang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his body like a released spring, snapping up,

exclamations rose from the crowd; Yang Guo reached out to press him down, Guo Jing frowned tightly and stepped forward.

"Surname Guo..."

Before Ouyang Feng could finish, he spat a big mouthful of black blood, gritted his teeth and snarled: "You Guo brat, come on, let's fight another three hundred bouts!"

Yang Guo said: "Father, no more fighting, let's go!"

Ouyang Feng had just realized it was only Guo Jing's palm force suppressing his breath, leaving him speechless; taking advantage of the others talking, he regulated his breathing, circulated his qi, and now all his meridians were open. Gazing at Yang Guo, he said: "Son, the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms is formidable, but my martial arts are number one under heaven; I still have many techniques I haven't unleashed—I can defeat him!"

Everyone found it amusing, but Yang Guo and Guo Jing merely gave wry smiles.

Feng Yi shook his head and sighed: "Ouyang Feng, you are the Western Poison; with time to dream of being number one under heaven, you'd be better off inventing your poison!"

Ouyang Feng trembled as he said: "Ouyang Feng, Western Poison, is Ouyang Feng the Western Poison?"

He felt it very familiar.

Feng Yi laughed: "Of course—once you used a small cup of poison in the sea to kill countless sharks, what a feat! That is truly the number one poison under heaven, letting my thoughts race..."

"Poisonous sharks, number one under heaven!"

Ouyang Feng suddenly had a flash of insight, his eyes shining, he fixed his gaze on Guo Jing and said: "Guo, my dear nephew, you have finally done it!"

Hearing that long-unused title, Guo Jing felt as if he were back to his youth on Peach Blossom Island when he first met the Western Poison, and said: "What?"

Ouyang Feng laughed: "I remember you said back then, when you were young and strong, you would defeat me when I grew old and weak! Today you have done so; your Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms surpasses the Old Beggar, and my loss is not unjust!"

Everyone was even more astonished, an uproar rising—just how mad is this old lunatic?

"Ha ha!"

(End of chapter)