Chapter 208

The Lightness Skill of Ten Thousand Li Solo Journey is just good at covering long distances; although the water network in Jiangnan is dense, the roads are also well built, and bridges are everywhere on the water network—this is a constraint for large armies advancing, but it has no effect on individuals. Bai Lang ran for two days and already reached the outskirts of Nanjing from Hangzhou; looking at the towering, majestic city wall, this White Junior Protector merely gave a cold smile.

Upon arriving at a place, naturally one stops for food and lodging; Bai Lang, taking advantage of the night, climbed over the wall and directly knocked open the inn's gate, demanding good wine, meat, and an upper room, to have a good night before starting the killing tomorrow. To make himself feel better, Bai Lang even avoided openly revealing his identity; otherwise, if the waiter and the owner went to report it, those officials would flee overnight, which would be completely normal.

Bai Lang had no interest in killing small fry, so he certainly wouldn't specially stop those waiters from reporting to the officials; he'd just have to endure it himself. Not only him, but even the rather exotic Hu Qingtong couldn't show his face. In short, they spent the night like that, and the next morning Bai Lang cheerfully moved his limbs, with his joints all over his body cracking loudly.

"This slaughter should be considered enough to disturb the world, right? I think it's the Upper Appointment of Breaking the Army; this world is fine, but once I return...... the killing aura will erupt, let's see what kind of changes this one can produce." In this life he has already reached the peak, there is no further change to speak of; he can only wait until after he departs and sheds the restraint to then see the transformation into dragon and serpent.

After dressing and finishing breakfast, Bai Lang leisurely went out; now there's no need to hide—no matter what rank of official intends to flee, they definitely won't have time to run. He walked toward the Zongdu Fu, starting to kill from the highest official down—Dutong, Weaving Bureau, Provincial Treasurer, Inspector, Prefect—killing his way down that line, plus there are also the city-wide generals and Dutongs rank by rank, the Eight Banners plus the Green Standard; today he could easily slaughter over a thousand people.

"Action must be swift; this time let's be decisive—enter and kill!", Bai Lang thought to himself. He directly employed Lightness Skill, swooping into the Zongdu Fu in a flash. The guards at the gate couldn't stop him at all. After Bai Lang rushed past, those few soldiers also promptly lay down on the ground and died. The whole gate was blown away by his impact, and the gatekeepers inside were slapped to death against the wall by the blown-open gate.

Bai Lang employed the Lightness Skill that combines Ten Thousand Li Solo Journey and Grass Flying—this is faster, and at the same time he activated the wind-controlling martial art from the Arhat Benevolent King Fist to increase his speed. Naturally, he could not prevent the White Tiger aura of "cloud follows dragon, wind follows tiger" from emanating, bringing forth a sharp vigor.

Limited by this world, Bai Lang cannot whip up a storm and blade radius of several tens of zhang. He can only make the unfortunate souls within three feet of his body feel as if their whole bodies are being slowly sliced by a small knife—though it's only flesh wounds, not necessarily fatal. However, Bai Lang's body itself is a weapon; within that three-foot distance he doesn't mind moving his hands a bit.

The Southern Dipper Holy Fist greatly strengthened Bai Lang's original Tiger Form Fist. When he returns to his original world, Bai Lang is absolutely confident he will cultivate his own Southern Dipper Fist—Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist—which is likely stronger than the Six Holy Fists. "This is truly the Southern Dipper Tiger Shatters the Dragon!" Bai Lang's figure from time to time seems to transform into a gust of wind, suddenly disappearing and then solidifying in another direction. "I feel this is the Ice River; I don't know when Yu Yu will send me to that world—judging by the style of this thing, it's quite possible...... If I kill the Storm Child, wouldn't I become the Storm Child? Hahahaha."

These miscellaneous things let Bai Lang enjoy himself; he now enjoys killing people. Because he changed his policy in time, this surprise attack on Nanjing indeed caught the officials here off guard. Even better, the Dutong at this moment happened to convene the Provincial Treasurer, the Inspector, and the garrisoned generals and Dutongs to discuss how to suppress the rebellions appearing everywhere in the south. Suppressing them completely is unlikely, but at least in the places where grain and funds gather, some order ought to be maintained.

The Qing dynasty really cannot risk losing Jiangnan—if Jiangnan were lost, its finances would basically collapse. Not to mention, the iron-clad estates of the Eight Banners nobles in Capital (Jingcheng) (Capital (Jingcheng) (Jingcheng)) are like pills—this risk forces the Dutong to venture an attempt to see if he can suppress the rising 'rebellion' in Jiangnan.

But after discussing back and forth, they simply could not find a way to deal with the world's top rebel and top warrior. If the Dutong were a wonder, he'd likely exclaim, "This isn't scientific! How can one person achieve this!" Infinite strength, impervious to blades and spears, if he were fortunate enough to live three hundred years, seeing a T800 would make him understand.

Bai Lang is even stronger than a T800—without modern firearms, a T800's killing efficiency can't compare to Bai Lang's; this is you have science, I have divine skill. Bai Lang entered through the gate; in the time it took to sip a few cups of tea, he had already cleared out the front half of the Zongdu Fu's personnel, while those officials meeting in the back were in disarray, and just when they were at a loss, Bai Lang had already charged in.

Since Bai Lang's slogan is "expel the Tartars, restore China," any attempt at appeasement is basically useless nonsense; the quick-witted officials immediately knelt on the ground, shouting, "Expel the Tartars, restore China! Today we will overthrow this Tartar court! Kill the Tartars!" and, as an aside, each sliced off his own queue with a single blow.

The Dutong stared, mouth agape, "This this this! General Geledu, you aren't—you damn well aren't a Manchu! You're a turtle‑like Tartar!" One took the lead, and immediately several others echoed, "Dog Tartar! Sir, I can't stand it any longer! White Junior Protector, we'll kill this Tartar Dutong right now—no need for you to lift a finger!" These martial‑official‑dressed and civil‑official‑dressed fellows punched and stabbed, and in a flash they had the Dutong flat on his face, after which they went on to kill the Jiangning Weaving Bureau...

Bai Lang burst out laughing, "Indeed, those who know the times are outstanding! Good, good, good. Today I'm in high spirits—you few, quickly gather up and finish what you need to do!" Wherever he raised a hand or lifted a foot, the remaining officials who hadn't had time to react all fell dead. Those few officials with decent luck and quick wits instantly tore off their official robes, and somehow produced Ming dynasty official garments to put on—looking at this situation, these fellows must have been prepared all along....

Whether the garrisoned Green Standard or the Eight Banners, they had already been afraid of Bai Lang from earlier reports—this person, according to the rumors, is eight chi tall with an eight‑chi waist, a figure like the Lord Guan, and daily he must eat the flesh and blood of Manchus, "it's said he eats at least one prefect each day." And the rumor of his invulnerability to blades and spears had spread so widely that everyone, upon seeing this divine commander arrive, would run; if they couldn't flee, they'd surrender or simply cut themselves off— to avoid being captured and eaten alive.

Bai Lang pressed them to bring along their superiors, and instantly the whole camp and the whole city were in an uproar; strangely, a special morale sprang up...... Everyone eagerly cut off their whips, and also took off the "bravery" character jackets they were wearing, and somehow found battle robes like those on the stage, shouting loudly that they would drive out the barbarians and restore China.