Chapter 131: with translation of chapter title

Feng Yi suddenly let out a long laugh, clear as a phoenix's cry, suppressing the clamor of the crowd.

Though all the heroes were regional overlords, they held a measure of awe for Feng Yi; seeing him laugh, they fell silent and all stared at him.

Feng Yi walked toward Ouyang Feng while speaking loudly: "The name of the Western Poison unknown how many have longed for it; some, just to see him once, seek his guidance—what painstaking effort!"

"I never expected today to openly admit defeat to a junior like Great Hero Guo; truly the bearing of a martial grandmaster whose fame shakes the universe—I am deeply impressed."

Ouyang Feng, a grandmaster of his generation, everyone present had long heard his name and knew his deeds,

Especially Guo Jing and Huang Rong, recalling how Yang Kang once risked everything to become Ouyang Feng's disciple and even killed Ouyang Ke, Feng Yi's words now made their hearts tremble, and they listened intently.

Ouyang Feng also seemed greatly shocked, stared blankly, then said: "Western Poison, it sounds very familiar!"

Over these years he has recalled many people and events, yet still has no clue as to who he himself is.

Feng Yi suddenly shrugged his shoulders slightly, raised his right fist—this punch was precisely the Shadowless Divine Fist, its force swift as lightning, yet without a whisper of wind in its motion.

Ouyang Feng was pondering the Western Poison matter in a daze when suddenly attacked; he hastily swung his arm to block.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi's incoming punch suddenly sank downward, already forcing Ouyang Feng's right arm aside, while his left hand executed a claw to seize Ouyang Feng's shoulder.

His cultivation had reached the sublime; this "Nine Yin Divine Claw" was exquisite and ingenious. Ouyang Feng, already gravely injured, was slow to react while pondering, and got his shoulder seized, feeling as if a great mountain pressed upon him, leaving him utterly powerless.

Seeing Feng Yi strike his foster father, Yang Guo let out a loud shout, charged forward, and with his right hand swept toward Feng Yi's elbow in tandem with his charge—this was the "Hand Sweeps Five Strings" from the Nine Yin True Classic; if it connected, Feng Yi would surely lose all his strength.

In his urgency he exerted tremendous force; Feng Yi flicked his wide sleeve, its changes marvelous and inscrutable, wrapping around Yang Guo's wrist and dragging him sideways three feet in a staggered motion.

Yang Guo turned his head and saw Feng Yi's right palm protrude from his sleeve, already pressing against Ouyang Feng's chest.

All this took place in the blink of an eye,

yet Feng Yi, Ouyang Feng, and Yang Guo had each displayed a rare martial art, causing the assembled masters to lose themselves in awe.

However, after a moment's stupor, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

Ouyang Feng, a grandmaster of his generation—what stature he possesses; even gravely wounded, few present could match him. Feng Yi subdued him with ease, his skill so high it's no wonder Mongol prince Kublai praised him as the world's foremost master!

Feng Yi's palm pressed against his chest, but the force stored in his palm remained unreleased; Ouyang Feng already felt his body go numb, knowing that if Feng Yi released his power he would surely perish, and said: "Good lad, I remember you—I once held you like this!"

Feng Yi's eyes flashed with divine light as he said: "Not bad—I was once subdued by you and spared my life! Though that day I went lame, losing to you, Ouyang Feng, is no disgrace."

Ouyang Feng's white brows knit tightly as he shouted: "I am Ouyang Feng—am I the Western Poison?"

Seeing his foster father vacillate between lucidity and madness, fearing he might grow even more deranged, Yang Guo was about to speak when Feng Yi proclaimed loudly: "You are the one who, for the Nine Yin True Classic, took advantage of the passing of the Quanzhen Master Wang to attack Chongyang Palace, seeking to eliminate the Southern Emperor One Lamp Grandmaster who possessed both Innate Skill and the One Yang Finger, not hesitating to injure his disciples, exploiting his former concubine to drain his energy, and even repaying kindness with enmity by wounding the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong."

"All to eliminate the East Heretic Huang Yaoshi, break the Heavenly Gang Northern Dipper Formation, seize the opportunity to slay Tan Chuduan, and sneak‑attack Huang Yaoshi—the Western Poison Ouyang Feng!"

Speaking, he covertly gathered his power and struck a palm toward Ouyang Feng's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint; his hand moved with astonishing speed, his right hand swiftly pressing the Mysterious Pivot vital point on Ouyang Feng's chest.

Feng Yi recalled that in the original plot Ouyang Feng was lucid before death, and thought that if he could put his life in jeopardy, perhaps he would regain clarity, allowing him to extract the poison formula.

With Ouyang Feng's poison, creating a plague to sweep the desert would be absolutely easier.

Therefore he infused Divine Illumination Skill energy; he felt Ouyang Feng's body tremble intermittently, his gaze slipping into stupor, yet he offered no resistance.

Yang Guo suddenly interjected: "Brother Feng, you once had me ask my foster father for the poison formula; I tried long ago, but his mind is already muddled—any question gives him a headache!"

Feng Yi sensed that the Divine Illumination Skill energy poured into Ouyang Feng's body seemed futile, realizing his meridians and acupoints were in chaos; ordinary methods would surely fail, so he withdrew his palm, retreated, and said: "I wonder if anyone here is a divine physician?"

This remark left the whole assembly stunned, no one daring to speak.

After the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Huang Rong lightly coughed and said: "Master Feng, are you trying to restore Ouyang Feng's sanity so you can ask for his poison formula?"

She understood Feng Yi's intent, but a mad Ouyang Feng is easy to handle; if he truly regained clarity, that would be another matter entirely.

Feng Yi said: "I dare not accept such praise from Chief Huang; however, this Heroes' Assembly aims to resist the Mongols, and since we have all gathered, we are naturally united against a common foe. Ouyang Feng's former poison is a mighty weapon against the Mongols—if he aided us, wouldn't that achieve twice the result with half the effort?"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong had both seen Ouyang Feng's poison before—it truly is an endless toxin; combined with Feng Yi's earlier idea, if carried out it could at least ease this Mongol invasion of Song. Yet Feng Yi's notion is terrifying, for once poison is released it cannot be controlled by humans.

Guo Jing sighed: "In warfare, deceit is not despised; contending by wit rather than force is the proper way!"

His gaze swept slowly over the heroes, and he said in a deep voice: "You who grant my wife and me a modicum of favor, rushing to Lu Family Manor for this assembly, do so for the lives of all under heaven—this is a deed of great benevolence and compassion!"

He paused slightly, then added: "But if one allies with those whom everyone condemns, one's reputation will surely be ruined—do you truly not fear falling into an abyss of eternal ruin?"

His martial prowess is close to Feng Yi's, so they feel mutual sympathy; he hates to see him go astray, and these words are spoken with utmost sincerity.

"I know Lord Guo's heart is like the sun and moon!" Feng Yi said with a smile: "Yet some may have committed many wrongs, but if they can repent, is this not the principle that faults can be amended and virtue is greatest?"

Moreover, even those who bear ill repute may possess profound martial arts, making them rare talents; if they join the anti‑Mongol cause, this Heroes' Assembly will grow mighty, surely shaking the world—this is appointing solely on ability!

He let out a soft sigh and continued: "However, the Mongol invasion of Song is not merely a matter of one life or death, nor can a single faction's rise and fall compare; it is a calamity befalling the entire Han people. Even if we set aside past grudges, unite our hearts, and plot together, success is not guaranteed!"

Fortunately, Feng Yi is no saint or benevolent soul, so he has devised a plan to drain the enemy's strength from the bottom; were it not for his compassion, unwilling to add more slaughter, what would be the point of this Heroes' Assembly resisting the Mongols?

Better to simply not resist!

The so‑called 140,000 laying down their arms, with not a single man among them—our Chinese land has certainly seen such a scene before!

"That is mistaken!" Zhu Zi Liu said coldly: "Master Feng, you consort with bandits—right or wrong aside—but to judge others by your own standards is to underestimate the heroes of the world!"

Feng Yi had not yet replied when Xiao Longnv called out loudly: "Guo'er, you know I despise this person!"

Yang Guo stared, turned his head, and saw her complexion as pale as death; though he would gladly die for Xiao Longnv and she was naturally moved, seeing him willing to die for Ouyang Feng shook her again, and she could stay no longer, saying: "Guo'er, I'm leaving!" She staggered and fled in a frantic run.

Yang Guo shouted, "Auntie!" and gave chase with all his might.

Ouyang Feng bellowed, "Son, don't go!" and launched himself forward in a leap.

Yang Guo knew his foster father had killed his master's ancestor, and Auntie's heart was torn, his thoughts wholly on her; he never expected Ouyang Feng to block him, only feeling his waist tighten as he was firmly embraced, unable to break free, and he cried out urgently: "Auntie, don't go, Brother Feng, you're stopping my aunt……"

Xiao Longnv glanced back at him, her body still flying forward, and in an instant she floated up onto the roof.

Such peerless lightness left everyone present stunned.

Li Mochou walked slowly to Feng Yi's side and whispered: "That lightness skill she just used—I know it too."

Seeing Xiao Longnv depart again, Feng Yi thought: "No wonder she's Xiao Longnv—if there's something she doesn't understand, she just runs off!" Hearing Yang Guo's shouts, he paid no heed, after all he isn't Yang Guo's little brother; the old man is discussing important matters while you two talk love. What do you take me for?

Thus, watching Xiao Longnv vanish without a trace left him unmoved, yet hearing Li Mochou's words he couldn't help but smile.

Yang Guo, however, was both angry and anxious, knowing the sorrow in Xiao Longnv's heart could not be expressed in words; he involuntarily turned to glare at Feng Yi and Li Mochou, feeling utter hatred toward them.

Li Mochou had told Xiao Longnv in the ancient tomb that her master had been slain by Ouyang Feng; this was merely meant to disturb Xiao Longnv's state of mind and vent the resentment of her master's past favoritism.

Yet in Yang Guo's eyes, the two of them had placed him and his aunt in a desperate situation; given his extreme nature, how could he not hate them?

Li Mochou saw the hatred filling Yang Guo's gaze, gave a cold chuckle, and before she could speak, heard Feng Yi say: "Is this hatred directed at me?"

This question was so abrupt that everyone was stunned.

Yang Guo shouted, "Shouldn't I hate you? If you hadn't brought Li Mochou to the ancient tomb, my aunt Xiao Longnv and I would have been so happy; how could we have come to this? Father, let go of me!"

Ouyang Feng gave a hehe laugh, suddenly released Yang Guo, shifted sideways to squeeze into the seat, grabbed his chopsticks, and began to eat and drink heartily.

Feng Yi heard the hidden meaning in Yang Guo's words, let out a long laugh, and said, "What a Yang Guo!"

Did Ouyang Feng really kill the masters of Li Mochou and Xiao Longnv, or can't we say yet?

You simply think that the obstacle between you and Xiao Longnv is my doing—that I caused you to bear hatred for each other and forced you out of the ancient tomb!

But ask yourself honestly: without me, Feng Yi, would you not want to leave the ancient tomb?

And after you left the tomb and stayed with Xiao Longnv, she wished to live a tranquil life while you longed for the mortal world—could that also be my fault?

Including your claim that you would die for her and love her deeply, yet whenever you see another beautiful woman you flirt, embrace, and kiss her—damn it, that's also my doing?

Under heaven, who would profess true love for a woman yet flirt with and kiss other women?

Here we have Master Lu and your Uncle Guo—ask them, isn't that the case?

Even I, Feng Yi, though my conduct may be improper, would never embrace and kiss one woman while thinking of another!

That lady... that young lady thought you liked her, so she let you kiss her; if she knew she was merely a substitute, what would you be in her eyes?

Don't think that being willing to die for Xiao Longnv makes you extraordinary, a unique love.

Tell you, with her looks, as long as she wishes, there are plenty of men in the world who would die for her—even the outstanding figures of the Quanzhen Sect, this old man could drag them out for you; if Xiao Longnv didn't have you in her heart, what would you, Yang Guo, amount to in this world?

His scolding was satisfying and unrestrained, and suddenly the guests began to murmur among themselves.

Feng Yi and Yang Guo have known each other for a long time; he had never scolded him like this before, but today, seeing Xiao Longnv run away, even he came to hate her, and all the words he had bottled up burst out.

These words left Yang Guo unable to refute; though he didn't want to admit it, he knew it was true, and he muttered, "What do I count as? …"

Feng Yi took a sip of wine and then said, "Tell you, you're nothing but trash now!"

Just now you spoke to Hero Guo about feelings and reasoned here; let me ask you: if you didn't know your father's character, and knew that your father Yang Kang had struck Huang Rong, ultimately dying, when you killed them to avenge, would your hand soften? If others reasoned with you, would you have the same magnanimous depth of feeling you just expressed?

Hundreds of gazes shifted onto Yang Guo's face, all seemingly awaiting his answer. Yang Guo looked at Feng Yi, his shoulders trembling incessantly, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh and said, "What's this about you being helpless and alone? Your mother, on her deathbed, told you to go to Peach Blossom Island to find Hero Guo and his wife—why didn't you go?"

Is it that they didn't want you, or that your mother wasn't clear enough, or that you yourself feared living under others' roof and being unhappy, so you refused to go?

Yang Guo was lost for words, while Huang Rong secretly nodded.

Before, the boatmen of Peach Blossom Island dared not go there, but since Guo Jing and Huang Rong settled on the island and stopped harming people indiscriminately, the nearby boatmen no longer feared the island as if it were a dragon's pool and tiger's den.

Moreover, on her deathbed, Mu Nianci instructed Yang Guo to go to Peach Blossom Island, seek Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo, and once there, to be careful in everything, heed instructions, and not offend anyone.

Yang Guo thought, "I won't starve to death anyway," so he didn't go.

When Guo Jing first met Yang Guo and heard of Mu Nianci's death, he merely felt sad; Huang Rong, however, discerned that Yang Guo's reason for not seeking them was his unwillingness to be meticulous and obedient, which is why he never went to Peach Blossom Island.

Then Feng Yi continued, "Including the great battle between Hero Guo and the Quanzhen Sect, wasn't that provoked by you?"

They brought you to the island, treating you well with food and clothing, yet you blurted out that Hero Guo and his wife had killed your father!

How you love to judge others by petty standards!

You don't realize that if they were truly the villains you imagine, they would know the principle of eradicating the root when cutting weeds, lest future trouble arise.

Or do you think Chief Huang can't handle a mere child like you?

Guo Jing secretly sighed, knowing that young Yang Guo could not forget his hatred, so he dared not speak the plain truth, fearing Yang Guo would get obsessed.

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"'Even if you entered the Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing is no good—isn't it because you, his disciple, despise his skills as inferior to Guo Jing's? Of course, you also look down on Qiu Chuji, holding him in contempt; when people question you, you spout lies, and as his master, shouldn't he discipline you?"

And you broke Zhao Zhijing's fingers, damaging his martial arts—shouldn't he punish you?

If he truly wanted to harm you directly, could your little bit of toad fend him off? Have you ever told anyone that?

No, you won't say that; you'll insist it's all because Guo Jing beat the Quanzhen Sect members, who couldn't retaliate, so they took revenge on you!

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Guo Fu, and the Wu brothers all froze, for Yang Guo indeed did this, pushing the blame for his defection from the Quanzhen Sect onto Guo Jing.

Yang Guo felt both wronged and helpless; two lines of tears spilled from his eyes, and the audience was moved, sighing softly.

Feng Yi, however, showed no indulgence, continuing, "You've been resentful of the world and thought yourself supreme since childhood; you view everything only from your own perspective, while others viewing things must stand in your position."

Including Granny Sun being beaten to death by Hao Datong—could that not be because of you? If it weren't for you, who knows how arrogant you'd be, claiming you had taken Granny Sun as master and also Xiao Longnv as master—how could she have died? They had been peaceful neighbors for decades, but because of you they became enemies; wasn't Granny Sun striking Hao Datong in your defense, only to be struck down herself?

Upon these words, the crowd immediately erupted in an uproar.

In the martial world, the rule has always been: whoever launches a sneak attack, kill them without question!

Yang Guo was left speechless, rebutted by him with facts as basis and reason as the standard.

This time Feng Yi made up his mind to give Yang Guo a lesson, then continued, "Speaking of you and Xiao Longnv, I've said before: if you want to live a leisurely, happy life, then find a deep mountain and great marsh, stay out of the jianghu, and support yourselves by farming and weaving,"

If the mortal world is hard to sever, then don't call her your master.

Because a master-disciple union goes against righteous principles.

Just imagine: if you had children, would you not want them to unite with a master and disciple?

Once such a thing becomes known, gossip and rumors arise—far beyond what you could imagine. Xiao Longnv has never left Mount Zhongnan, innocent and ignorant, while you have wandered the jianghu and are far from ignorant.

But you merely, because of a little resentment in your heart, insist on doing what others forbid!

Yang Guo, you want a beauty, yet you also want everyone's approval—who do you think you are?

Do you have such ability?

Do you have such capability?

With that fierce, kill-or-be-killed spirit you just showed, that's your Uncle Guo; if it were me, you'd give it a try!

How? Do you think everyone in the world is your Uncle Guo, that they must all revolve around you? Just look at your glare at me now—I could strike you dead with a single palm; who could stop me?

Moreover, if the world held so many heart's-desire, win-win situations, why would we need to gather here to discuss resisting the Mongols? Could the Mongols not simply withdraw on their own to the desert?

Upon hearing this, discussion arose, with some feeling regret, some anger; most did not approve of Yang Guo's actions.

Yang Guo's lips trembled, yet he had nothing to say; angry enough that his nails dug into his flesh, his heart filled with injustice, he wished he could cry out loud.

Huang Rong originally felt extremely moved upon hearing it, but upon listening more closely, her heart suddenly turned cold, and she secretly thought: "He seems to have hidden meaning in his words?"

Only hearing her lightly cough twice, she said: "Feng Yi, tonight is the proper day of the heroes' grand feast."

At this time, several groups of heroes have yet to arrive. Please, sir, rest first; we can discuss in detail tonight, how about that?

Feng Yi glanced at Huang Rong, then nodded to Guo Jing as a greeting, flicked his sleeve, and stepped out of the hall.

Huang Rong gave Lu Guan Ying a slight glance; he nodded and led Feng Yi away to rest.

"Wait for me!" Li Mochou exclaimed as if waking from a dream, blurted out, quickened her steps, and followed Feng Yi.

Yang Guo felt a sense of loss, walked to the door and leaned against it to sit, when suddenly he heard Guo Jing ask: "Guo'er, what do you think?"

"What?" Yang Guo blinked in surprise.

Guo Jing sighed, sat beside him, and said: "Regarding Feng Yi's words, do you have any objections?"

Yang Guo remained silent for a moment, then sighed: "I originally thought he would be my friend, but who would have thought he'd become my enemy."

Guo Jing gave a hum, looked at Yang Guo, and said solemnly: "Guo'er, do you know who your Yang family ancestors were?"

Having said that, Yang Guo had expected Guo Jing to scold him, but upon hearing this question, he startled and asked: "Wasn't my grandfather sworn brothers with your father, Uncle Guo?"

Guo Jing smiled: "That's correct. But your Yang family are descendants of the Yang generals of the Great Song; the General Yang Zai Xing, who fought fiercely at the Little Merchant River against the Jin troops, is your ancestor!"

Yang Guo blinked again: "Who is Yang Zai Xing?"

Guo Jing said: "General Yang Zai Xing was a subordinate of Marshal Yue, deeply loved by the people; he died on the battlefield back then, and even to this day incense is offered to him. I believe that even after thousands and tens of thousands of years, he will still be held in high reverence!"

"You hope your father is a great hero and mighty warrior, but he fell into the Jin prince's manor, mistakenly fell in with villains, which led to his unfortunate death, harming himself as well as your mother and you!"

"But you are different; your intelligence and talent far surpass mine, so your achievements will naturally surpass mine as well—becoming a great hero and mighty warrior is absolutely not difficult!"

"Since ancient times, personal matters are small, state affairs are great."

"Now the Mongols invade the Song; the Great Song realm is truly as perilous as a stack of eggs. If the country falls, I fear the tens of millions of our people will all become slaves of the Mongols. I have personally witnessed the Mongols' brutal slaughter of other tribes, truly making one's blood boil."

"And your abilities are exactly what should be used to resist foreign invasion; then you will surely revive the prestige of the Yang family!"

"When your grandfather Lord Ironheart passed away, he never even heard his son call him 'father' in person—that was his great regret. Could it be that the Yang household is unfortunate, with an unworthy father and a son who takes after him?"

"But your mother was also raised by Uncle Yang; if you go astray, how could Uncle Yang rest in peace in the underworld?"

Saying this, his tiger eyes filled with tears.

Yang Guo's body trembled; suddenly, the image and voice of his deceased mother appeared before his eyes—memories of her teaching him to read and practice martial arts, her earnest instructions, countless past events flashing like a shadow play in his mind, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Yang Guo glanced at Guo Jing, his lips trembling slightly, then suddenly his knees gave way, he knelt on the ground and burst into loud sobs.

Guo Jing sighed, reached out to help him up, and said: "The past is past; in this life, as long as one establishes oneself with integrity, that is true great freedom and ease!"

"If one were like Ouyang Feng, even with supreme martial arts, wherever one goes there would be endless contempt and trouble; even if one could cope, how could there be a moment of peace of mind?"

"To speak frankly, perhaps only after going mad could he truly be considered to have lived happily!"

Yang Guo sighed: "Uncle Guo, I have just offended many heroes..."

Guo Jing waved his hand: "Who is without fault? Moreover, as long as you have the heart to serve the country and protect the people, then it's just you and me—what else could there be?" Saying this, his thick brows rose sharply, exuding heroic vigor.

Yang Guo laughed loudly: "Then I'll just kill a few more Tatars!" The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Guo Jing laughed: "The one who says that is a true son of the Yang family!" He suddenly felt inspired and recited loudly: "The great city's iron is inferior, the small city's walls rise ten thousand feet... the battle formations reach the clouds, birds cannot cross. The barbarians come but we merely defend ourselves; why should we still worry about the western capital?... Hardship endured with long spears, for ten thousand ages, one man suffices."

As these lines entered his ears, Yang Guo's blood boiled; hearing Guo Jing's recital, impassioned and stirring, everyone who had been seated drinking joined in chanting: "The barbarians come but we merely defend ourselves; why should we still worry about the western capital? Hardship endured with long spears, for ten thousand ages, one man suffices." The voices of a thousand people chanting sounded like thunder.

Seeing Guo Jing's words, Yang Guo thought as a thousand people followed suit: "A true man like this makes life not wasted!" He said: "Uncle Guo, these lines are truly excellent!"

Guo Jing said: "Yes, this is Du Fu's work; I love this poem, but my memory is poor—I've read it dozens of times and still only remember these few lines. You think all Chinese scholars can compose poetry, yet through the ages only Du Fu is ranked first, precisely because of his concern for the country and love for the people."

Guo Jing took Yang Guo's hand and said earnestly: "Guo'er, why do we practice martial arts? Although upholding justice and aiding the distressed is certainly our duty, that is only the minor aspect of chivalry. That is why the martial world honors me with the title 'Great Hero Guo'..."

"... because they respect my past efforts to serve the country and the people, fearlessly assisting in the defense of Qingzhou. Yet my abilities are limited; I cannot relieve the people's hardships, and I truly feel unworthy of the two words 'Great Hero'."

"I only hope you keep these eight words—'Serve the country and the people, the great aspect of chivalry'—firmly in your heart; then your fame will spread across the world, and you will become a true Great Hero revered by all."

These sincere words made Yang Guo tightly grasp Guo Jing's hand, his heart filled with myriad emotions!

Suddenly a loud shout rang out: "I've remembered!"

Yang Guo looked up and saw Ouyang Feng wipe his mouth, step out slowly, his expression extremely solemn.

Everyone in the hall fell silent, eyes fixed on his face, holding their breath, quietly observing the changes.

Guo Jing stepped forward, shielding Yang Guo behind him,

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with divine light, fixed on Guo Jing's face, as he said: "You foolish boy, you beat my son Ke'er, today you beat my son Guo'er, and you even hit me; today I cannot defeat you, so step back—I want to speak with my son!"

Guo Jing replied: "Saying it to me is the same."

Yang Guo leapt forward and said: "Uncle Guo, I'm fine!"

Ouyang Feng extended his right wrist, swiftly grabbing Yang Guo's wrist, and said: "Son, Father can't beat Guo Jing; come with me, I want to pass all my martial arts to you,

"The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, though marvelous, I have already figured out a way to counter it..."

He suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes bursting with strange divine light, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, his heart seemingly greatly agitated.

"Old poison, you speak boastfully without shame!"

(End of chapter)