Chapter 246: Heart and Intent Penetrated

Guan Ba was a master just below the Innate level, only half a step away from becoming an Innate Expert—what if he had entered the Innate realm? At this moment Bai Lang was also considered a skilled fighter on the Great Yan rankings. Thus he failed to dodge Bai Lang's Tornado, being swept up by the whirlwind, his whole body covered in wounds torn by wind blades, and fell to the ground unable to move. The raging storm wasn't just aimed at flesh and skin; the White Tiger's force, turned into wind, also blew into the body, rampaging through the meridians like a chaotic blade cutting.

Now Guan Ba had gathered all his Internal Force inside, enduring the knife‑like pain as he expelled the foreign true qi that had seeped into his body and was cutting everywhere; as for the wounds all over his surface—people like him, martial artists with abundant qi and blood, could usually stop bleeding from mere skin wounds quickly. However, the Tornado unleashed by the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist was not so simple; it was a surge of the White Tiger's vicious qi lodged in the wound, causing blood to keep flowing and the wound to refuse to heal.

Bai Lang kicked aside the unfortunate soul lying on the road, his whole body spraying blood, and stood directly above Guan Bai, looking down. "Yo! Isn't this the Golden Blade Sect's 'give‑up‑life‑for‑righteousness' or 'righteousness‑thin‑as‑clouds' Guan Ba, sir? Everyone, look—this is a true hero!" Bai Lang squatted in front of Guan Ba, utterly unafraid that this guy might suddenly jump up and strike him—Bai Lang's Downward Strike Tornado had already been building up; if Guan Ba made any move, it would come down instantly.

Moreover, Bai Lang's body was still entwined with retaliatory wind blades and the recoil of the Golden Bell Cover; if Guan Ba struck him, his own trouble would only grow. "I've wanted to kill you, kid, for a long time." Bai Lang looked at Guan Ba before him, gave a vicious grin, and said, "If I don't kill you, kid, my spirit won't be at ease!" He reached out a hand to toy with Guan Ba's skull, "I... considering the Six and a Half Hall..." Guan Ba sprayed blood all over—his effort to expel Bai Lan's foreign true force had completely failed; as his meridians were severed, that Internal Force turned into a blade and burst out from inside to outside.

This was already a serious injury, but Bai Lang didn't let Guan Ba suffer any longer; as he mentioned the Six and a Half Hall, he reached out, grabbed Guan Ba's skull and pulled, taking part of the vertebral column with the head straight off. "If you hadn't fled in cowardice, Guan Ba, you might still have put up a fight—maybe you could have escaped?" Bai Lang commented on Guan Ba's death; this cowardly rat‑like lot, unless they never left their den in the first place, now that they've shown their tracks, there's no hope for them.

At that very moment, the killing intent on the street suddenly dissipated; it seemed Bai Lang hadn't made a mistake after all—this really was Guan Ba's operation to seize territory or some gangland vendetta. Now that the on‑scene leader, Guan Ba, was dead, the operation naturally ceased. "There won't be any leniency, but the Six and a Half Hall most likely learned that it was I who killed Guan Ba, so any follow‑up actions should be cancelled altogether."

Engaging an Innate Expert without preparation or cause, the ordinary gang core members would surely suffer heavy casualties. Everyone comes out to make a living; nobody wants things to turn out like this.

In the blink of an eye, aside from the Six and a Half Hall people still lying on the second floor, bleeding and groaning, the crowds on the main street below had thinned, slipping away silently and without a sound. Bai Lang, relying on memory, recalled that some women and men who had been out shopping, as well as street beggars doing business, had vanished. "The Six and a Half Hall and the Golden Wind Fine Rain Pavilion are fighting fiercely in this city; one could say the marketplaces have largely been infiltrated cleanly by these two major gangs and some others."

Bai Lang didn't bother checking the rankings or going to the Guardian Minister's Residence for news; he simply picked up Guan Ba's head and walked off. The tip of the vertebral column dragged on the ground, a line of blood dripping steadily toward the city's outskirts.

Arriving at the forest grave where the little girl was buried, Bai Lang thrust the head before the tomb and said, "This counts as fulfilling the oath I made long ago." He chuckled; although he had never specially learned the girl's name, back when he saw that situation he truly vowed to kill the few who had acted that day. Now that he'd slain Guan Ba, one could say others also had a chance. Will the Six and a Half Hall seek revenge? According to their motto they should, but whether they can actually pull it off is uncertain.

It's still the same saying: people come out to make a living and seek development. The living Guan Ba, who held territory and was filial, was one of the Six and a Half Hall's own; the dead Guan Ba was just Guan Ba. Bai Lang's view of gangs is like this—maybe the Six and a Half Hall especially values brotherhood? If so, Bai Lang wouldn't mind killing a few more Innate Experts, after all, martial skill is gauged through combat and killing to know whether one's training is good or not.

Bai Lang's luck was good today; after killing someone he felt great, so he hummed a tune back to the Mountain God Temple, washed his hands, and then, riding his good mood, began to practice his art. When in a good mood, this cultivation feels especially effective—"I really feel my martial arts have made great progress today!" Bai Lang thought triumphantly, Yu Yu? Yu Yu he doesn't care about; anyway, he's back. And if Yu Yu stirs up trouble, what can Bai Lang, his brother, do about it?

Shaking off the pleasant mood from the Adventure Hall, Bai Lang suddenly felt his whole body loosen, the sense of great progress in his martial arts becoming more real. The breathing method for qi currently had no further clues; how to combine it, Bai Lang hadn't figured out yet—he felt this breathing method together with the training method was very useful for tempering the flesh. One should know that this world might possibly have the Eight Nine Primordial Skill and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill—he had seen them in the Adventure Hall's exchange list, with exchange points as astronomical as the numbers themselves.

A body trained like that could truly be said to be indestructible, even stronger than the Buddhist Sect's Golden Body. As for such a body, Bai Lang felt he was still far off, but if we talk about bodily strength—the upper limit gained from this breathing method's training is certainly not low. "A Saiyan who trains to destroy stars in a single blow does it this way—after all, the mere Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist might not even be able to contend with such a monster." Bai Lang muttered.

Such a monster would die of viral heart disease, and Bai Lang feels the internal energy he cultivates might not be susceptible to various illnesses—or rather, any disease that could infect him would certainly come with a "rule." In this world where martial arts flourish, there could be divine buddhas of great power; there must be this kind of "martial art," and the legend of the Plague Department Proper God exists as well. The legends of the Heavenly Court and the Western Buddhist Pure Land have always been passed down, saying that these immortals and buddhas are still in this world......

Never having manifested holiness, that's all it is; however, cultivating martial arts to a certain degree is actually not much different from the immortal arts—of course, this is what Ma Ru Long said. Thinking of this, Bai Lang made up his mind: "Tomorrow I will definitely inquire about their whereabouts; if they're dead, I'll help them get revenge!"