Chapter 151: Taking Action

At this moment Bai Lang changed seats, sitting at a spot roughly diagonal to the main hall entrance. As for those young heroes who were busy seeking fame, they are now on the ground—whether dead or alive is unclear, though they seem half‑dead, half‑alive? Bai Lang knows those members of Six and a Half Hall are all Innate Experts, but the outcome of their clash was extremely brutal.

These young heroes suffered terribly—"rebirth, bone‑changing, tendon‑refining, marrow‑washing" is literally what it sounds like… Bai Lang sighed softly, but that was their own choice; he didn't see those people, nor did he strike at those who were merely fleeing or watching.

"Indeed, the higher one's level, the more likely one encounters certain kinds of people—back in Yecheng I only saw one Innate Expert; after arriving in Jicheng and becoming an Innate Expert myself, Innate Experts became as common as fish crossing a river, anyone you glance at is an Innate Expert." Bai Lang watched the fight closely, striving to absorb the experience of battling Innate Experts.

Guan Ba and Du Tingbei clashed with true fire; the Spring‑Autumn sword was as heavy as a mountain, and a small blade somehow wielded the aura of a great Crescent Moon Blade. Bai Lang had once used a Qinglong Sword; though not a peerless master, he could discern a bit of skill—conclusion was simple: his Qinglong Sword technique felt like nothing here. An Innate Expert's eyes could see part of it, but most of it eluded him. "Probably I have to face it directly," Bai Lang thought.

However, Du Tingbei's martial art allowed Bai Lang to sense more; it clearly stirred the fire‑elemental Yuan‑Qi between heaven and earth, making his whole technique a fire‑elemental supreme art. When he struck, fire clouds surged like waves, his aura truly magnificent, and even Bai Lang, seated opposite at the doorway, could feel the oncoming heat.

"This still shows a meticulous level of self‑control over his power; if he let go of that control… the room would have been burned to the heavens by now. Even a radius of dozens of zhang would be incinerated by the fire clouds." Bai Lang lifted a cup of wine. "The drink is hot too, but luckily it's not beer, otherwise I couldn't drink it."

The two fought fiercely, even pushing the others far away. "Renyi Wushuang" Jiang Daozi and "Enshen Yizhong" Feng Chun both drew their blades, warning the others; in fact only two pairs were fighting. Then a shift occurred in an instant—after a move, Guan Ba and Du Tingbei immediately gathered Qi again, seeming ready to unleash a decisive technique to settle life and death.

But suddenly, Guan Ba's hat flew off, and the hair behind his half‑bald head instantly lengthened, turning into a long sword that pierced Pu Xiang's heart from two zhang away. That blade also carried Du Tingbei's hundred‑mile evergreen fire force; his black hair transformed into a flame‑like glowing long sword, the tip jutting straight out of Pu Xiang's chest.

At the same time, Enshen Yizhong Feng Chun suddenly thrust a reverse slash, directly stabbing Renyi Wushuang Jiang Daozi; in the next instant, the blade's qi burst, turning Jiang Daozi into shredded flesh.

Two Innate Experts shot straight upward, smashing through the roof and disappearing—whether they truly fled is unknown. After Pu Xiang's heart was pierced, the debating monk cooperated by lightly punching his chest, and Pu Xiang immediately spewed tiny insects from his nose and mouth…

Pu Xiang kept struggling; the phantom of the Spring‑Autumn sword flashed on his body, ready to cut away the "injuries" within, and the next moment a blade from behind cleaved his head off. "Senior Brother, I'm sorry. My hair loss is too great; I can only borrow your head to earn more money." Guan Ba, sacrificing himself, touched his now‑bald scalp and said mournfully.

"This deadly slash really damages hair; after a strike this patch can't grow back. If this continues I'll end up bald—what will I do then!" Guan Ba lamented. The other Six and a Half Hall experts just laughed.

"Come, come, clear the stage; Pu Xiang, head of the Pu Sect, cannot die so miserably. At least don't let rumors spread—everyone here has seen the good show, it's time to pay the entrance fee." Enshen Yizhong Feng Chun said. "Oh, I'll go kill Senior Brother's entire family, don't compete with me, that niece is mine!" Guan Ba said with a grin.

"Rivalries in the jianghu even involve women and children… sigh, I can't bear it! Since I have to pay the entrance fee—how about I kill you all? A full house of applause!" Bai Lang didn't flee; unlike those pale‑faced spectators, he flexed his wrist and stood up.

"Don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble. Why does this have to involve me? Watching a spectacle over a meal can turn into a whole‑family massacre…" Bai Lang muttered while confronting the Six and a Half Hall members. "Little brother, don't act rashly; why not go to the main hall to discuss? Six and a Half Hall needs experts like you! I'll recommend you as a hall master!" The woman, more charming than a flower, tossed a flirtatious glance while persuading.

Because Bai Lang released his breath, the aura of an Innate Expert. He inhaled, and a rustic bronze bell faintly materialized three feet away, trembling slightly with his steps, its low tone echoing faintly. "Hall master? Hahaha, where can you still be kind now? Take a punch first!" Bai Lang said nothing more and launched a punch.

Bai Lang felt no sympathy for Pu Xiang's fate; as head of the Golden Sword Sect, he routinely ran brothels, gambling dens, and settled lawsuits—who knows how many misdeeds should be blamed on him. Now being devoured by his own junior brother was hardly pitiable—brothers on the road meeting such a death is just perfect, at least it could make a few movies about grudges and love.

But wiping the floor by killing all the onlookers and wiping out Pu Xiang's entire clan, even the children, would cross Bai Lang's limit. "Maybe not everyone will be killed, but at least rescue the little girl… that won't be easy, and I'm not sure I can act faster than they do."

The punch showed no unusual spectacle, merely whipping up a gale as if a bell were strapped to his fist and hurled forward. Just by its momentum one could tell the punch was extremely fierce; Bai Lang had no intention to temper his qi to control the destruction, so when the punch landed, the entire front hall seemed about to collapse in a chaotic tumble.

The force of the punch enveloped almost everyone, its power fierce while those people each displayed their own techniques to resist. Some rode the wind, drifting with the punch's flow and lightly evading; others snorted coldly and counter‑attacked, and in an instant half the crowd launched a counter against Bai Lang.

Bai Lang let out a "Ha!", and the phantom bronze bell on his body instantly radiated a brilliant glow; those attacks struck his protective golden bell shield's aura directly…