Deadly Trap

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance. From each other's eyes, they could tell that tonight would not end peacefully.

As the shouts outside gradually died down, Guo Jing knew that most of the accompanying experts had likely met with disaster. If Ouyang Feng's companions came in and attacked from both sides, then in this cramped space, he and his wife would likely perish here.

Guo Jing quickly formed a plan. He shouted, "Take this!" His left leg bent slightly, and his right palm traced a circle before pushing forward. It was Dragon Ascending to Heaven from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He had practiced this move without pause day and night. Even when he had first learned it, it had already been formidable. After more than ten years of grueling training, he had brought it to perfection. At first, it appeared light and effortless, but once it met resistance, it could unleash thirteen successive waves of force in an instant, each stronger than the last, layer upon layer, invincible against all defenses and irresistible against all strength. This was the profound realm he had comprehended from the Nine Yin Manual. Even Hong Qigong in his prime had not attained such mastery in this single move.

Just as Ouyang Feng was about to attack Huang Rong, he felt a faint breeze strike his face. Though the wind was not fierce, it had already made breathing difficult. Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly crouched and thrust both palms forward, using the skill he was proudest of in his life—the Toad Skill. The three palms collided, and both men's bodies shook. Guo Jing's palm force surged again and again, crashing forward like raging waves. Ouyang Feng cried out with strange clucking sounds, his body swaying as though he could fall at