Chapter 256

The swordsman's fingers were twisted together, it looked like they hadn't finished counting, but Bai Lang, carrying two swords stuck in his body, charging like this felt as grim as a mortally wounded tiger's desperate charge; the swordsman also let out a loud shout and slashed with his blade. That slash was truly peerless and splendid, like a dream, like an illusion.

The blade light was like a bubble, reflecting Bai Lang within it; the reflected Bai Lang wore a smile, while the blade lightly slid over and chopped off his skull. Logically Bai Lang should have sunk into such a dream, and even if he weren't beheaded, he should at least have suffered serious injury.

However, what this slash exchanged for was only a roar, the tiger's roar and a grim, ferocious strike. This strike was essentially like taking an enemy commander's head from among ten thousand troops with a great iron spear—Bai Lang was originally a mighty figure who could overturn armies and slay generals, breaking formations alone on horseback more than ten times; the killing aura of this White Tiger formation had long been honed to extreme ferocity, so naturally this strike was also like the impact of tens of thousands of horses.

The beautiful dream shattered, the blade light cracked, and the swordsman's precious blade in his hand likewise turned into countless fragments under this strike; of course Bai Lang's hand bones were also broken, and he ferociously bent his arm, using his elbow tip as a spear tip to continue charging fiercely.

While charging, the White Tiger phantom reappeared, Bai Lang drenched in blood was enveloped by a pallid light aura, ahead forming a cone that drew out a long comet's tail, truly like a comet emitting a life-or-death strike. "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!"—this strike carried such true intent.

Unstoppable, the swordsman clearly knew this, and the middle-aged man also understood that his Ninefold Heaven Palace could not block this strike. Because Bai Lang not only brought forth the light aura's deadly strike, but even the wind behind him formed a horizontal, fierce Tornado blade; anyone who tried to block would surely be swept away by Bai Lang's wave.

Thus they made way, and as a result Bai Lang roared again, blood gushing from his whole body, his power rose once more and he directly transformed into a blood wind Tornado flying out. "No need to chase..." the middle-aged man said upon seeing this situation, "We'll talk later."

After all this, they were all injured, though none were serious wounds; the middle-aged man walked to Gao Shun's headless corpse soaking in the water, merely reached out and touched it, pulling out a shining object, after which the four of them disappeared.

Bai Lang's blood Tornado swept out dozens of li; after the blood light faded, he also plunged headfirst to the ground. Upon hitting the ground, he quickly jumped up, immediately assumed a stance and began circulating energy to expel the foreign true qi from his body. His training was originally an external-to-internal movement practice, so when expelling others' internal force he also had to move.

This movement instantly caused the wounds to burst open; fortunately, expelling foreign true qi naturally also tended to rupture the wounds, and then this blood spurted out all at once, which was a bit frightening. "Damn, this blood is bubbling out, my blood is about to drain. Damn it, why do I feel my head getting dizzy? My vision is darkening... Uh-oh, could it be that I'm about to pass out?"

Bai Lang shouted loudly to refresh himself, and as he continued to evolve each move and style, his Internal Force flowing through his body detected considerable stagnation. "Fortunately, these are just flesh wounds; the foreign true qi couldn't break through my body's Golden Bell Cover White Tiger Power, so my meridians and dantian qi sea are fine, this is easy to handle. Clear the meridians and expel these true qi, and the injury will improve greatly."

Expelling this true qi wasn't difficult either; for the sharp true qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist it posed no difficulty, just a bit painful, with blood continuing to flow a little more. This expulsion was like stabbing oneself—no real difference... After Bai Lang finished a set of fist techniques, his whole body went limp. The foreign true qi flowed out together with his blood; he now urgently needs to replenish blood.

The wound was no longer bleeding; after expelling the foreign true qi he circulated his Internal Force to directly seal the wound, going back to find some golden sore medicine and apply it would basically be fine, but the excessive blood loss made him dizzy, vision blurred, and mouth dry. At that moment, Bai Lang noticed the Yu Yu on his neck had absorbed much of the blood he had lost, and it immediately came to life, flicking its tail...

"Shit!" Bai Lang only managed to utter that word before his whole body staggered and collapsed inward...

Bai Lang, who had plunged headfirst onto the ground, immediately fainted—because he fell badly, he seemed to have fallen from empty space; it appears the Yu Yu didn't place him on the same level.

Bai Lang slowly woke up, discovering the roof above him was a broken thatch roof, while his mouth was somewhat moist. Yet he reeked and was filthy, "Damn! Which bastard dared to piss on my body?! Want to die?" Bai Lang cursed aloud, circulating his true qi and finding himself quite weak. "Insufficient central qi, I need to eat some meat quickly!" this guy thought, his face full of hostility.

He propped up his body, his joints all over crackling; Bai Lang examined himself and found most wounds had scabbed, and even the deep bone-exposed wounds had begun to grow, unless there was vigorous movement they probably wouldn't reopen. Bai Lang looked around, distant memories surged in his mind—"I feel the situation before me is quite familiar, as if when I transmigrated and became a beggar it was just like this."

This place leaked wind everywhere, bare walls; the thatch on the roof was actually only half intact, and the spot where he lay was filthy, likely he had been thrown here as a corpse or trash. Bai Lang felt his body and, as expected, anything that looked valuable was gone, but the Yu Yu remained—because it was pressed beneath him.

"Damn my storage jade pendant! Whoever took it, I'll surely chop them to death!" Bai Lang strode out with dragon's tread and tiger's step, not needing to use the door since this place was open on all sides. Walking out he saw a river, the water still fairly clear; Bai Lang jumped in and gave himself a good wash, although he still stank, at least it was bearable.

He had only a pair of pants on, still that kind of tattered four-corner shorts; lifting his leg might expose him. The person who dragged him here not only took his jade pendant, but also stripped off his long pants and shoes. Although Bai Lang looked disheveled, he still possessed an aura. Standing on the riverbank he gazed ahead; before him lay a great city, and not far from where he was were continuous rows of houses that were hardly any better than his own.

"Looks like a slum. Probably ancient times." Bai Lang glanced; he saw no chaotic power lines like spiderwebs, and these houses were all earthen-walled thatch huts, immediately realizing this must be ancient. It seems this time the Yu Yu brought him across into an ancient world, just not knowing which era.

"No matter the era, pants must be worn; Bai Lang can't go wandering the martial world like this. "The heavenly and earthly qi here isn't particularly rich either; my martial arts probably can't be fully exerted. At least this internal-projection illusion can't be formed. Forget about summoning a fierce wind affecting tens of li." Although Bai Lang was weak, he waved his hand, "I can't even release the Southern Dipper Tornado, only able to emit an empty palm strike and close-range wind blades."