Chapter 325

Bai Lang, as a general, shouted, and the men and horses scattered; the soldiers before him were directly frightened limp. Don't look at these people who treat humans as military provisions, appearing extremely ferocious, but they are also the most timid; smash their shells and they shrink faster than anyone. Bai Lang's eyes are sharp; he even saw someone scared to death. This person immediately burst out laughing, almost saying the famous line, "I haven't even used force, how did he just fall down?"

Such talk would be overly shameful, but Bai Lang can express it another way—by waving his weapon to create a larger, more terrifying slaughter. He thrusts his Zao Yang spear forward, directly lifting the armored cavalry before him— the key is he thrusts it into the horse's chest, creating a huge cavity of flesh and blood, then pierces the cavalry; lifting them like that essentially means lifting both man and horse together.

This weight is more than a thousand catties; Bai Lang lifts it, then his Internal Force surges everywhere, violently shattering the corpses of man and horse, blasting outward. This display of terrifying power directly causes the horse troops that were about to charge to scatter. Like a collapsing ant swarm, the Garuda army before him flees in panic; those left behind will be sent flying by Bai Lang, as if hitting eggs with a stick. "Trash!" Bai Lang shouted.

Among the Garuda army there are commanders of various ranks, but Bai Lang currently sees hardly any, and they seem hardly noteworthy. So the enemy's shame—going to strip his clothes—can't be played. Killing these nameless low-ranking officers would indeed be beneath Bai Lang's status. However, the Garuda beast army is not deserving of mercy; Bai Lang's slaughter grows ever wilder. Advancing drenched in blood, not a single inch of his skin is broken; the eighteen riders following him, after dismounting, have already shifted from the spear-and-arrow formation into almost a straight line.

Before the fleeing Zhu Can army, these cavalrymen need only swing their Pu Dao in hand to hack down those who run slowly or look displeasing, and doing so from behind poses no danger whatsoever. Among the thousands of Zhu Can troops, not one dares to turn back and counterattack; amid Bai Lang's repeated tiger roars, they merely fear their parents gave them two fewer legs, and trampling each other to death may even outnumber those slain by those cavalrymen.

Bai Lang can no longer cut down anyone, unless he wants to break away from his subordinates, abandon the large cart carrying Wei Zhenzhen, and force a breakthrough. He might have done so before, but now he finds it rather entertaining to watch these folks trample each other—most importantly, the world's suppression of him has become quite severe. Bai Lang is reluctant to exert force lightly; he now doesn't even want to provoke the illusory White Tiger's shadow, fearing another three-part suppression.

Bai Lang's daily activities are fine for now, but once he uses true qi martial arts, his whole body tenses as if a thousand-catty weight presses down. Thus he now relies mainly on muscle to cut down foes, then adds the White Tiger's killing aura to his roar for intimidation. Even so, his tiger-like valor is not weak. He walks with the cavalry thus; behind him the cart is pulled by two horses at an unhurried pace, and further back nineteen warhorses follow slowly.

A relatively splendidly dressed general of the Zhu Can army appears before him; Bai Lang rejoices, "You all just keep coming slowly—I'll go first and chop off his head for some profit!" He then gathers his breath—then releases it, relying solely on his bodily strength to sprint. Bai Lang's short-distance dash might not lose to a galloping horse; upon seeing Bai Lang charge, the opponent simply turns his horse's head to flee, while loudly shouting for his personal guards to hold the line.

Bai Lang strides forward, his long legs pumping swiftly. Before he even arrives, the Zao Yang spear arrives. Indeed Bai Lang throws the long spear from his hand, lest the big fish escape; he first aims at the general on horseback and hurls the Zao Yang spear. Under divine power's aid, the spear turns into a meteor; one sees it graze two personal guards, then those two spurt blood, their bodies as if a large chunk had been "eaten" away, yet the spear's speed does not diminish, directly pinning the general together with man and horse.

The general's armor is like papier-mâché; the spear goes in back and comes out the front chest, leaving a huge hole. His body bends directly downward, collapsing onto the spear's shaft, while the spearhead smashes the horse's head to pieces; the warhorse staggers a few steps then topples sideways. Those personal guards and nearby soldiers stare blankly at all this—the Zao Yang spear came too fast, a flash of light and it was there; they didn't even have time to react.

Then their general died—no one could survive such a situation. Everyone stood stunned, and before they could react, a ferocious beast had already rushed in. This time Bai Lang used hands and feet together, felling opponents like a great blade and axe; the power of his legs is unmatched, even mounted personal guards are split apart by his legs, man and horse. His legs seem to flash with blade light; his kicks are wide and sweeping, his posture extremely fierce.

"Amazing death's end," Bai Lang's legs alternate kicks, each strike bringing a wheel of blood light; those people huddled together cannot escape, and Bai Lang's combo is not stationary—his feet also slide, steps and kicks unified. When his final upward arcing light-wheel kick combines with the downward chopping leg-light blade wheel, only dozens of shattered corpses lie before him, and he now stands amid the fallen dead men and horses.

Bai Lang draws the long spear with his left hand, and with his right casually snatches a head; the loosened hair tie fits perfectly around his waist, and he returns thus carrying the head. Slaughtering through the Zhu Can army took less than an hour; on this killing spree Bai Lang has slain only this one who looks like a general. Moreover, his target was precisely Zhu Can's right wing; Bai Lang has effectively pierced Zhu Can's right wing of over ten thousand men from rear to front. The right wing's officers he has slain in large numbers; if a future battle comes, Zhu Can may find it hard to command his entire right wing.

The army's morale and organization have been thrown into utter chaos by Bai Lang, and his waist already bears three heads, while each of the eighteen riders also has several heads hanging from their waists—these are those who looked like officers in their armor, beheaded after being killed. A river appears before them; Bai Lang is also quite troubled because there is no boat to cross. The river isn't very wide—about twenty-plus zhang—and the current doesn't seem urgent, but the depth may be as deep as a person; if it were only Bai Lang and the eighteen riders, it would be fine, but with Wei Zhenzhen's cart there's no way.

Abandoning the cart isn't impossible, but there's still some silver and gold and other things on it. Fortunately there's a boat on the river, its flag still that of the Flying Horse Ranch. Wei Zhenzhen dares not even look at Bai Lang and the heads hanging from his subordinates' waists; she forces herself to step out, then takes out a small flag and waves it. Seeing this, the boat begins to draw near; the sailors on board, nocking arrows, are highly vigilant, but when someone aboard spots Wei Zhenzhen and shouts a few times, they lower their bows, take out planks, and prepare to let Bai Lang's party board.