Chapter 336: Body Liberation

These battles also made Bai Lang's blood grow hotter, the pressure on his body increasing, his joints cracking loudly—this was the world rejecting him—who let him carry a piece of demon realm on his body? As the demon realm spread like cancer, the world's backlash grew fiercer. Still, his tattoos bore some of the burden, though the gains and losses were hard to say. Bai Lang now fought blood-soaked in the yellow sand, his clothes naturally torn to shreds.

He remained bare-chested, the sky full of yellow sand unable to stifle the beasts' roars, monkeys' cries, birds' songs, plus Bai Lang's own tiger roar, even Bi Xuan let out a long whistle. When yellow sand swirled around Bai Lang, those strange beasts and vicious birds revealed their shapes amid the sand. Bai Lang also noticed this, for his tattoo, formed by his innate true qi and White Tiger's killing qi, made the invisible visible as the sand swirled up—this first startled Bi Xuan.

Not everyone could calmly watch the seven ferocious birds and beasts appearing and disappearing in the yellow sand, and Bai Lang muttered, 'Mummy...' Indeed, the scene resembled the movie Mummy—seven savage beasts lifelike, they spontaneously lunged at Bi Xuan. Anything pierced by his spear splashed into flying yellow sand, then soon recondensed.

Bai Lang wondered where the tattoo's spiritual essence came from—perhaps a gift from that demonic monster monk? Maybe he and the thief‑military advisor get along well? Is that the kind of 'good friend' you'd love to kill? In this world, as Bai Lang roared, the seven beasts fused; a huge tiger emerged from the dust, the yellow sand coalescing, occasionally blown apart by wind but quickly gathering again.

The tiger stood about three or four zhang tall, already a full‑blown monster. Once formed, the tiger instantly whipped the sky‑full yellow sand into a gale, completely under its control—every grain of sand became a razor‑sharp blade; Bai Lang was unaffected, using the wind to launch himself and the sand‑tiger at Bi Xuan. Bi Xuan's essence, energy, and spirit rose steadily, his whole body blazing like a great sun, scorching hot as if he might self‑immolate.

'Shatter the Void?' Bai Lang felt Bi Xuan's aura shift as he charged—this guy seemed to be sublimating entirely. 'Shatter your ass, ghost!' Endless light flashed before Bai Lang—Bi Xuan's perfect spear thrust. Bai Lang gritted his teeth, heedless, and as he moved his body the spear pierced him. Seizing that brief moment when Bi Xuan was fixed, Bai Lang unleashed his own attack.

The first strike grabbed Bi Xuan and pulled him, then, like flowing clouds and water, Bai Lang's other hand ignored his injury and unleashed a swinging punch at Bi Xuan's chest and abdomen. At that moment the sand‑tiger grew to about Bai Lang's size, its claws and fangs mirroring his moves. The sand cut like blades across Bi Xuan's sturdy torso; he roared, discarded his spear, and met Bai Lang with fists and feet wreathed in blazing yang true qi.

Bai Lang did not dodge, he took Bi Xuan's blows head‑on; the spear lodged in his body, propelled by Internal Force, shot from his back like a bolt from a bed‑mounted crossbow, flying over a hundred zhang before spending its force and embedding in the ground. His wounds burst open under Bi Xuan's Internal Force blows, spraying blood—a tragically magnificent sight. Bi Xuan fared no better: Bai Lang's tiger claws ripped open his flesh, a punch shattering his bones...

Bi Xuan's Internal Force also had rebound; flame‑like true qi scorched Bai Lang's fists, feet, and whole body, curling his beard and hair from the heat, his wounds turning charred black—yet the striking limbs showed no burns. Naturally, if this world truly possessed a surface‑burning divine skill, Bi Xuan would be the first to scorch himself, so his blazing yang true qi is hot only a few inches from the skin, its circulation also insulating heat.

Bi Xuan's chest and shoulders were torn open, several ribs broken, while Bai Lang's assault continued—next came an iron elbow driven forward, and Bi Xuan raised his knee to smash, landing a huge bruise on Bai Lang's side abdomen. Bai Lang felt a dull pain, thinking, 'Damn, my organs might be ruptured!' He cursed silently; even with true qi shielding his viscera, the world's oppression made it hard for him to fully block Bi Xuan's blows.

That elbow certainly broke Bi Xuan's collarbone and jolted him; Bai Lang's next strike was his right leg cutting out like a blade, kicking Bi Xuan's chest and abdomen, after which he seemed to become a tiger roaring in the yellow sand, his claws sweeping an arc of light. A fierce wind surged up from the ground, blowing the dust outward and scraping off a layer of the earth.

The sky was a dusky yellow; Bai Lang stood on the ground, panting, his body riddled with pierced and slit wounds—some cauterized, still others bleeding—yet he remained ramrod straight. Before him Bi Xuan was an empty shell, his body split from navel to left shoulder, innards spilling everywhere. 'This old brat actually ran away?'

As Bai Lang delivered the final blow, he sensed the Martial Sovereign's 'divine' spike instantly, aided by the force of his strike—the White Tiger's killing qi then departed…… Was this Shatter the Void or Body Liberation? Either way, at the moment Bai Lang killed Bi Xuan, the man must have entered some strange state—hard to say what will come later, but one thing is certain: Bi Xuan won't be coming back.

Whether Shatter the Void or Body Liberation, Bai Lang now held a corpse—or a rotting skin bag. The yellow sand had not yet settled; as he exhaled, a puff of dust rose. He tended to his wounds: as his true qi circulated, he first sealed his internal injuries, then the bleeding ones—the cauterized wounds were irrelevant; further care would wait until he left, then clean and apply medicine.

The Golden Bell Shield was surely intact—not smashed, merely compressed—thanks to this world. Bai Lang's injuries were far less severe than they looked; if he picked up a weapon to kill, his combat ability would hardly have dropped. He still needed to move quickly, fortunately this carriage crafted by Lu MiaozI was essentially a small fortress; without a bed‑mounted crossbow, it'd be hard to pierce its panels.

Moreover, the carriage could move without horses; to Bai Lang it was essentially a bicycle—just hide inside and pedal to go...