Chapter 287

Bai Lang's impact was like Xu Chu Xu Zhongkang, but no one like Ma Chao Ma Mengqi stood opposite; Bai Lang roared and charged into the blade-and-shield formation before him, yet not a single person could block his impact. At this point Bai Lang had already stripped off his upper garments, his robe sleeves hanging down to his waist, and he casually tore off the arrow‑studded apron; Bai Lang's body was white as snow‑flakes, plus his pitch‑black exploding beard and drooping brows—he might laugh at himself in the mirror, but to others he looked like a ferocious white tiger lunging forward.

Bai Lang now had no time to ponder whether to get a tattoo—this snow‑flake‑like flesh of his would be wasted without ink. That's a matter for later; for now, let him charge with the white tiger's killing intent and slaughter to his heart's content. Bai Lang swept his palm sideways, fingers splayed like a big palm, his five fingers like five blades, directly tracing a blood‑red arc. As his palms tore left and right, the blade‑and‑shield soldiers who hadn't had time to flee, together with their shields, had to bring along the swords in their hands and the armor on their bodies—all were sliced open and scattered by Bai Lang's claws, flesh and blood flying......

This is the ferocity of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist—though it lacks the soaring, pristine, beautiful elegance of the Southern Dipper Waterfowl Fist, its cutting fierceness is second to none, adding the words 'hard and fierce' to the Waterfowl Fist's grace. Originally it is a tiger's great claw smashing and sweeping; power is the main factor while the claw's sharpness is merely an embellishment. Yet those blade‑and‑shield soldiers never got to feel the mighty blow that would mash them into pulp; they were simply cut down......

"Like tofu, truly not satisfying!" Bai Lang cursed, and as his body leapt he had already passed the blade‑and‑shield formation—his whole body was a weapon; whenever his shoulders or elbows touched an enemy, a tremendous force pierced through, a graze meant injury, a blow meant death. The blade‑and‑shield soldiers also tried desperately to hack or stab at his unarmored flesh, but Bai Lang never dodged or avoided, letting them do as they pleased.

He was merely slaughtering, and when swords and blades hacked at him not even a red mark appeared—it was like chopping old ox hide, and the blade would even bounce back. Those who wielded blades with Internal Force even had to face the recoil of their own Internal Force, and that recoil was stronger than the burst of Internal Force itself, even carrying an intent of extreme sharpness. Thus the martial arts experts hidden among the blade‑and‑shield soldiers suffered; the recoil of the Golden Bell Cover directly inflicted heavy damage on them, and in the next instant Bai Lang easily took their heads.

Pulling out heads was too inefficient; better to sweep the palm and chop off their heads like a great axe. Bai Lang was a human weapon, cutting down everything in his path with nothing able to stop him. The county troops had also advanced, wielding spears taller than a person, and they launched the spear art's Ultimate Secret—Linked Chains, a technique Bai Lang had taught. It was simple: just thrust, but when the qi mechanism chained, the more allies there were and the tighter the formation, the faster the thrust became, and under the qi‑linked chain reaction they would keep thrusting at speeds surpassing their own.

This should be said to be Bai Lang activating a Warrior's Technique, for some of his martial arts are undoubtedly Warrior's Techniques—from a shout to flying mounts, to now the chaining. Even earlier he had pulled out the trick of howling 'Fusluoda', blowing away a bunch of people and killing many of them. But in the end, it's merely the spontaneous application of his innate true qi under the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist—within it lie endless mysteries, and the great master truly gave him a martial art that can be used for a lifetime.

In the world of Tang Dynasty Twin Dragons, the Warrior's Technique burst forth, and that was damn awesome...... Also, how would Bai Lang know the true identity of the great master? He is now a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from such a master. The old fiends of the blessed realms in the real world, as long as they cannot cross that River of the Other Shore, are no different from petty tricks before the true gods and buddhas. And as for the level of the great master who can contend with the Old Buddha Tathagata, there's no need to say more......

Such a master's gift of the Southern Dipper Holy Fist...... is enough for Bai Lang to benefit for a lifetime; if he wishes to cross that River of the Other Shore, he will still have to seek his own strength within it.

Bai Lang's slaughter gave the Pei Renji army great courage, and Pei Renji likewise repeatedly ordered the whole army to press forward. In fact Bai Lang had already completely routed the vanguard of Wagang Stronghold, though he hadn't killed many—those he slew were less than a tenth of Wagang's vanguard—but seeing Bai Lang's external power so brutal that blades and spears could not penetrate, and his strength inexhaustible, killing people in such a ferocious manner, the enemy's courage was utterly broken; even before Bai Lang arrived they would scatter in panic.

They were the righteous army of Wagang Stronghold, not the army of the Great Sui; to put it bluntly, they were just bandits, the sort who loot homes and have no great cause to die for. Thus their bandit nature showed, and right now they just fled—Li Mi couldn't even rein in these people's carts; if today Li Mi had the momentum to sweep the world and become emperor, perhaps they wouldn't flee, but now in the contest for the realm no one stands out supremely, so don't blame everyone for not caring about your Mount Pu duke.

Looking down from above, Wagang Stronghold's vanguard collapsed like an avalanche, the source being Bai Lang's continual charge and slaughter. His hands slick with blood stroked his beard as he laughed loudly, and the enemy's rout grew ever faster. The vanguard crashed into the middle army; as Pei Renji's army swiftly closed in, the middle army also began to flee, Luokou City opened its gates, and the fleeing troops rushed straight inside. But Li Mi's banner did not enter the city; instead it began to retreat, yielding the area of Luokou City.

Bai Lang still didn't know which bastard had shot him with an arrow, but it didn't matter because he saw the man who had once tried to surround and beat him, and who had also directed the crossbowmen ahead. In fact this person was Li Mi's son Li Tianfan, though Bai Lang wasn't unaware of that. "Ha!" Bai Lang charged straight at him; this man also had guards nearby, but they looked as weak as grass chickens, their limbs powerless, appearing to tremble.

When Bai Lang charged forward, his aura was like a fierce tiger, and in appearance he resembled a blood‑drenched white tiger. Whether Li Tianfan or the guards, they were all struggling to circulate their qi—whether fighting or fleeing, at least they tried to get their true qi moving. But the whole world seemed filled with a grim killing intent; this killing intent kept turning, continually scattering their gathered true qi and spiritual sensitivity, and in their anxiety even their true qi could go awry.

So don't talk about Lightness Skill—just move your own muscles and run.

Riding a horse would be best, but when Bai Lang charged forward his war horse also lost control, collapsing belly‑to‑the‑ground like a tiger pouncing on its back. Li Tianfan also wanted to shout that he was Li Mi's son, that capturing him would be useful, so don't kill him. He wanted to yell, but found his throat tight, unable to make a sound, his voice stuck at his tongue and he could not utter a word; meanwhile the man‑eating tiger streaked with blood stood before him, that face with its exploding beard and drooping brows, fierce and grim, already showed the grin of having seized its prey.