Chapter 275

Bai Lang had no weapon in his hand; standing on the ground, compared to Wang Bocang who relied on horsepower to charge and kill, in visual effect that was far inferior. But how could Wang Bocang dare to look down on him? Bai Lang's single palm split open several bodies, which he had seen; leaving aside other things, just this palm's sharp intent, like cutting gold and jade, made Wang Bocang terrified—this is probably not incorporating blade intent into the palm, using the palm as a blade—in his mind, perhaps the Tian Dao is roughly like that?

It's quite normal; if one hasn't seen the abilities of Tian Dao Song Que, just looking at destructive power Bai Lang seems not lacking at all—your Tian Dao with one blade kills one person, while Bai Lang's palm blade kills several people; in comparison, your Tian Dao's killing power is probably not as good as Bai Lang's... Bai Lang also thinks so...

Your Tian Dao is so awesome, can it still kill people twice? In terms of battlefield killing efficiency, it's probably not as good as Bai Lang. In short, Wang Bocang hasn't seen an Innate Expert; how could he think that Tian Dao Song Que is only about one or two times stronger than himself? How high is that? He can't even imagine it. Wang Bocang felt this move was spiritually complete and full of vigor; it was truly the most perfect move of his life. The double-headed soft spear, front and back like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, would directly pin this Bai Lang to the spear tip.

And Bai Lang also moved his body, leaping up directly from the ground; his two claws front and back like a giant tiger extending its claws to strike. The first claw shattered the double-headed soft spear; the spear tip of fine iron actually drew a line of sparks on Bai Lang's palm. Wang Bocang watched wide-eyed as this strike was split open by the tiger claw; he truly exerted all his abilities and even made a breakthrough—in this absolutely impossible situation he could still change his move using Internal Force—causing the spear tip to twist and flick, thrusting toward Bai Lang's face.

This was already Wang Bocang squeezing out all his abilities, a strike surpassing himself; speaking solely of this strike, not to mention that even the proud disciples from several holy lands of martial arts would end up regretting it. This move's transformation was as fast as thunder and lightning, unmatched in speed; yet Wang Bocang could actually see it clearly, as if in slow motion—Bai Lang before him bared his teeth in a smile, then slightly tilted and lowered his head, and the spear tip merely grazed his forehead, sending sparks flying all the way...

"Blade and spear cannot penetrate..." kept turning over in Wang Bocang's mind; but the spear tip of his second strike had likewise already been thrust out. This spear, tricky and weird, was originally aimed at Bai Lang's throat; but at this moment it could only be bitten by Bai Lang in one gulp, the corner of his mouth lifting as if smiling—just like a big cat lifting the corner of its mouth. When his teeth closed, the spear tip was directly bitten off.

Bai Lang's left claw in front had already grabbed the middle section of the soft spear—which was originally meant for blocking—but it couldn't withstand this force at all; Bai Lang grabbed Wang Bocang's shoulder in one grasp, and under the claw's force the underlying bone and flesh were crushed into a mass of tofu-like residue, even the fish-scale armor on Wang Bocang's body was twisted and shattered by the grab. Before Wang Bocang could cry out in pain, Bai Lang's right claw seized his head.

Five claws directly pierced through the steel helmet and seized Wang Bocang's head; Bai Lang didn't just crush the head outright but exerted force to pull, using his own leaping upward momentum, and the force transmitted through the head to the neck... like the sound of pulling out a cork. Wang Bocang's head, together with his helmet and a section of his spine, were pulled out of his body; the headless corpse, still on horseback, continued running a few steps before slantingly falling off the horse.

When Bai Lang landed, his right hand grabbed a head; the spinal bone dripped blood, drop by drop, and the bone almost dragged along the ground. Such a brutal posture not only frightened away the troops of the Tile Hill Stronghold, but even the few Sui cavalry following him were startled, stunned. Bai Lang tossed the head aside, saying, "Next, bring it back for me to claim merit! Tile Hill Stronghold's General Wang Bocang... " Bai Lang, with tiger eyes, looked ahead at the fleeing Tile Hill army.

"I just don't know where Xu Shiji is; logically this ambush shouldn't be his doing, right? Even if we don't kill Xu Maogong, this Duke of Ying, at least we should find Shan Xiongxin? Better to be killed by me than by Li Er." Bai Lang looked around but found no one; it seems Tile Hill will lose again this time. "Right! Li Mi!" Bai Lang suddenly realized; the forces ahead circling around are none other than Li Mi's great army—perfect, let's go take Li Mi's head!

Bai Lang directly killed toward the front, while Zhang Xutuo had already broken out of the encirclement; but the soldiers still trapped inside were crying, "General, don't you want us anymore?" So Zhang Xutuo turned back to fight again, breaking into the heavy encirclement once more to rescue his troops—in history he did this four times, finally dying from exhaustion after suicide.

However, this time when he killed his way in, he only saw one side of the Tile Hill Stronghold's rebel troops collapsing like mountains crumbling and earth splitting; the entire formation directly collapsed, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Bai Lang directly used his hands in a continuous series of grabs, stabs, chops, and slashes, truly like a weapon of hell. What he grabbed turned straight into tofu-like residue, then he casually flung it away; flying out, it could still smash a person or two. As for stabbing, it's one hole per stab; as for chopping and slashing, it's roughly like a bronze hammer and steel blade.

In any case, finally Bai Lang kicked apart several armored elite soldiers with an airborne flying kick, then landed before Zhang Xutuo. After landing he saw Zhang Xutuo, eyes wide open, looking at him, and the surrounding Sui troops; "Yo, Zhang Envoy. The enemy forces here have already been routed by me, right? Have you seen Li Mi this scoundrel? Have the other rebel chieftains of the Tile Hill Stronghold been seen?" Bai Lang felt a bit embarrassed, so he spoke up to ask.

Zhang Xutuo shook his head, "I still saw the banners of Li Mi and Zhai Rang ahead earlier, but now I haven't seen them. Right, mount up quickly." Having said that, Zhang Xutuo was about to yield his warhorse. Bai Lang laughed, "No need for that; my warhorse is still here, but if it gets wounded in a charge I'd lose money." Anyway, even if I run in heavy armor I'm not slower than a warhorse." Bai Lang rubbed his hands together, his joints click-clacking, and all that blood and such were shaken off from his claws in the slight vibrations.

Afterwards Bai Lang charged into the defeated soldiers retreating from Wagang Village; if Li Mi were there, he would most likely be mixed among the fleeing troops. This battle can be said that Wagang Village first lost then won but ultimately still lost, while the Sui army first won then lost but ultimately won, and the casualties were certainly not small. After being ambushed and surrounded, the Sui army was quickly divided, surrounded, and routed; of the ten thousand plus soldiers, after turning defeat into victory, those who could regroup were likely less than half.

As for Wagang Village, this time the losses are at least ten to twenty thousand, with perhaps three to four thousand actually dead on the battlefield, the rest having scattered. Bai Lang crushed the ambush troops, then from the side broke through and completely shattered one flank of Wagang Village's elite troops; the officers he has killed already number in the dozens, even including Wang Bardang, a die-hard follower of Li Mi. And now Bai Lang is still killing, he wonders whether he can obtain Li Mi's head.

And Li Mi, the Duke of Pusan, in the distance watched that figure rising and falling, turning like a fierce tiger in the midst of the army formation, hearing the continuous roars coming from afar, he angrily struck the ground with the whip in his hand. "Who is this person!" Around him were a group of pallid-faced officers, among whom there was even a beautiful woman—she gazed at that relentless slaughtering figure in the distance, her lips also murmuring......