Chapter 201: The Worthless Tribe

Killing a husband and taking his wife, Bai Lang thinks he is a good person, so he would never do it. Even if the other party were one of the Four Great Beauties, he still wouldn't want to do it; having made that decision, Bai Lang naturally will not waver—an Innate Expert's resolve is already as hard as iron, not easily changed.

Thunderhand wants to protect his wife by attacking Bai Lang; Bai Lang only praises his courage, so all he gives him is a simple forceful recoil, and the injury to Wen Si's Internal Force is his own doing. Bai Lang glanced at Luo Bing, whose face was flushed with anger, smiled, then gave no further look and headed straight toward the depths of the Junying.

"It's time to send the two Hezhuo and their sons and nephews of the Hezhuo faction to heaven; why are the actions so slow, only just now driving the horses to leave? No wonder their hearts are still unyielding, still trying to gather their troops." At this moment the Junying was already in chaos, most soldiers had fled recklessly.

If the peasant army of those days had done this, it wouldn't have turned out like this. After Bai Lang burst into the camp, how many did he kill? Two hundred? He counted and estimated at most a few hundred; this army of tens of thousands scattered in an instant? "It's not even as good as a bandit raid," Bai Lang sighed.

Activating his Lightness Skill for a thousand‑mile solo run, Bai Lang heard several people following behind him, including his female slave, of course the head of the stronghold and that one‑armed Daoist, as well as a few he could not identify—after all, this is an old book, and Bai Lang can only recall the main events; some people he no longer remembers.

The Hezhuo soldiers he met on the road, Bai Lang casually sent them to see the master; now, unarmed, he is even sharper—his palm like a giant axe, his punch like a siege spear, the killing motion slays in one go… anyone who sees a sweeping palm that leaves two or three unlucky victims with ragged, uneven severed pieces would think the person is being torn apart.

"The Southern Dipper Holy Fist isn't hard enough; otherwise the severed edges would be cleaner and the tearing effect less strong," Bai Lang knows this himself, but he is quite satisfied with the siege‑spear‑like fist and flat palm, just as Xin En of the Southern Dipper Vulture Fist can easily pierce a human body with his hand; Bai Lang can do the same, though the cuts are not as cleanly neat.

"Each has its strengths, each has its strengths," Bai Lang, while acting, still briefly examined the effect of his martial art, and the heads with him and the female slave were already stunned; if they weren't seasoned veterans, they'd probably have vomited in disgust.

Where Bai Lang passed, only shattered corpses remained; he walked over blood and bones, mercilessly slaughtering the Hezhuo soldiers before him. These people went mad with terror, doing everything possible to stay far from Bai Lang—perhaps they will never become soldiers again; these unlucky souls will remember this dreadful scene for the rest of their lives.

How many did Bai Lang kill along the way? Probably just over a hundred; add the hundred‑plus who just broke the formation, and the two or three hundred killed on the battlefield the previous day, and this still amounts to less than half of the Hezhuo faction's entire army. Yet in fact he has turned the Hezhuo faction into a sandcastle, now collapsing in a noisy mess.

No one dares to stop Bai Lang; everyone now knows how high his martial skill is, and those with a direct stake are only a Huo Qingtong and half of the head of the stronghold. Huo Qingtong truly cannot think of a way to stop Bai Lang, even though she has been renowned for cleverness since childhood; faced with the man before her, she is powerless.

What kind of person is Bai Lang? Huo Qingtong claims to know him best—she concludes, from close contact, that he is a ruthless man who would kill your whole family if you kill his. The other person involved is the head of the stronghold; he has no confidence at all regarding the lives of the father and elder brother who saved Princess Xiangxiang, yet he bears no real burden.

In the end they're just a few barbarian tribes wanting to carve up land; hanging their heads outside the Chang'an Gate is their best fate—at least that's how the head of the stronghold was taught since childhood. Moreover, he has plenty of reasons to persuade himself to persuade Princess Xiangxiang—"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that his martial skill is too high for me to manage."

Regarding Bai Lang's martial skill, the head of the stronghold has long lost confidence—if he still has some faith in the techniques, he has none at all in Internal Force. The cross‑training skill Bai Lang cultivates is beyond his imagination—many so‑called invulnerable divine arts exist in the jianghu, but most are scams sold by itinerant merchants of strength pills. Shaolin Temple also has a Vajra‑impervious divine art, yet it has limits; a few chops or sword cuts can be survived, but stabbing with a sword usually creates a bloody hole—though if the tendons and bones are well‑tempered, even that sword cannot pierce deeply.

As for someone like Bai Lang, whose cross‑training skill lets him emerge from a battlefield of swords, spears, and arrows without a hair's worth of damage, even a cavalry charge would pass harmlessly… perhaps it's better to look at the stories in Journey to the West—Sun Wukong has a copper head and iron arms, and is also impervious to swords and spears.

Bai Lang has already seen the large and small Hezhuo ahead; this time he will not only kill those individuals but also all the various heads and scripture readers within the Hezhuo faction, completely cutting off any possibility of the Hezhuo existing as a whole—whether they can live happily after fragmenting? Ah, according to history they never could survive anyway.

These people have close‑guard warriors under them; they threw themselves at Bai Lang, disregarding life and death, to slow his advance, while the leaders fled on horseback—having seen Bai Lang's ferocity, they have no confidence of gaining any benefit before him.

Huo Qingtong leapt up—but she hasn't decided what to do; the head of the stronghold doesn't mind the guards, since he has already hidden Princess Xiangxiang. If this "father‑in‑law" and "big brother‑in‑law" die, it is no loss to him, perhaps even a good thing.

Facing those willing‑to‑die warriors, Bai Lang shows his respect by tearing them apart. Dealing with them requires no Golden Bell Shield technique; Bai Lang's evasion alone easily dodges their attacks. He simply extends an arm, grabs one, and a squeeze kills them.

Where Bai Lang's hand pinches, there becomes bone fragments and rotten flesh; he could do this even before achieving his Innate stage, and now it is effortless. Killing these people poses no challenge at all; even learning from Tao Baibai to kill with his tongue would be no problem for Bai Lang. He just isn't that bored yet.

"Are you about to draw a sword at me?" Bai Lang looked curiously at his female slave, and, given their many close contacts, kindly reminded her. The woman then dropped the sword from her hand, and Bai Lang ignored her, activated his Lightness Skill for a thousand‑mile solo run, and easily chased after her.

A thunder‑like tiger roar rang between heaven and earth, Bai Lang's aura burst outward, the horses' legs went soft and they toppled, the riders crashing in a mess. As they wailed, flipped and looked up, they saw Bai Lang standing before them.