Chapter 342: Big Eater King

Bai Lang finished speaking, then with a small leap turned into an invisible gale. When he reappeared, he was already close to Xiang Yutian, and his first claw grabbed Xiang Yutian—but this old monster didn't dodge or evade, just lifted his head to look at the sky. 'Huh?' Bai Lang, with his claw firmly gripping, casually tore, blood light bursting; he also felt something was wrong. 'Old man, you also want to play the Golden Cicada Shell Escape trick? Borrow my hand to achieve corpse liberation?'

Although he thought so, Bai Lang likewise didn't hold back: 'If you can achieve corpse liberation down there, that's your luck, old man.' Bai Lang then followed up with a series of claw and leg strikes, blood spraying everywhere. Each strike was accompanied by Tornado blades, until the final strike where Bai Lang grabbed Xiang Yutian and lifted him up, the Tornado directly engulfing him. When Bai Lang spread his hands and threw the old man to the ground, he was already a skeleton, which upon hitting the ground turned directly to ash.

'"Actually, behind it is just an empty shell... well, just a stinking skin bag. Breaking the void can't even hold onto this stinking skin bag.' Bai Lang muttered, and the Yu Yu on his chest leapt up, directly bringing him with a splash to pierce the world's barrier.

'"Back...' Bai Lang felt a completely unreal sensation; the years he spent in the Tang Dynasty world felt like another lifetime. Women and children... he scratched his chin, realizing he didn't really miss them? It seemed some sense of isolation had erased much of his feelings in that regard. Bai Lang let out a long sigh, 'Perhaps this is some kind of protection mechanism? Otherwise, unless it's a monk refining the heart in the red dust, otherwise switching to a non-Daoist cultivator would have driven them mad long ago.'

'"The bald thief can prove the Dao with this vast red-dust dream, and if one is a Daoist, one can also cultivate Supreme Forgetting of Emotions, but Bai Lang cannot—if he cultivated that demonic Dao, perhaps he could indulge and release his intentions? Great sorrow, great joy? Bai Lang doesn't know whether his thief companion military advisor can cultivate this path, but that demon monk is surely a master of this way—what's the demon monk's background? Bai Lang roughly has an idea; this demon monk is probably him transformed into the Free Heavenly Demon.'

Bai Lang didn't want to think much for a moment; his mind was a blank, only the rolling true qi circulating inside his body, and in an instant it transformed into seven ferocious birds and beasts, like living spirits circling around him—far more lively and powerful than anything formed in the Tang Dynasty world. 'How boring!' Bai Lang didn't know how to describe his mood, and finally just cursed, feeling empty.

The fire of ignorance's agitation burned in Bai Lang's chest; he took a long inhale then exhaled, and the super breathing technique that was impossible to move in the Tang Dynasty world was now mastered. The qi rolling inside drove the force of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, pulling along the Internal Force of the Golden Bell Shield straight into the Dantian Qi Sea. This qi outside was just a light breeze, but inside Bai Lang's body it was like the Yangtze River, directly rolling the White Tiger Fist and Golden Bell Shield, blazing fiercely in the Dantian Qi Sea.

Bai Lang let out a muffled grunt; the seven fierce beasts formed from his tattoo circled him, roaring and dancing, their seven attributes flaring and rushing into his body. Externally, a clear white tiger with bristling fur and tendons appeared, its muscles bulging under the skin, letting out a furious roar. Meanwhile, Bai Lang's whole body felt like it was on fire; having trained the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield to this extent, he was already immune to water and fire, but now fire rose from his Dantian, burning wildly inside him.

Yang and Yin fire burned in his meridians, fusing Bai Lang's essence, energy, and spirit into one; this guy's veins bulged all over, especially on his forehead and arms, spurting blood with a 'puchi' sound. 'Damn! Training until my veins burst with blood—I must be a comic book character!' Bai Lang gritted his teeth and said this, his words muffled mainly to cheer himself up—using the comic book idea to numb himself, otherwise the excruciating pain of his muscles twisting inside out wouldn't be a joke.

If he could move, Bai Lang would now want to roll on the ground crying for his parents; with the grating sound, his muscles twisted and even began to wring his own bones—like wringing a towel, the muscles forcibly twisted tendons and bones. Bai Lang loudly cursed his mother, but even the faintest sound couldn't scare away an ant...... sweat poured down his body like a river, forming a puddle on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Bai Lang's figure quickly became thin, his belly protruding a bit—his body lost a lot of water while his organs couldn't keep up with the dehydration, that's how it is. The pain kept rising, and Bai Lang couldn't just faint outright. Once he passed a threshold, all his twisted muscles suddenly snapped back with a 'pop', this sense of relief almost sent him to heaven. Meanwhile, his internal true qi dispersed like clouds and mist, then regenerated from his flesh, blood, and bones, coalescing into a single current.

An invisible qi wave centered on Bai Lang burst outward in a ring, dust and debris on the ground floating upward against gravity. 'Starving! Is this so-called Super Saiyan breathing method really not meant to trick people?!' Bai Lang only knew he was about to die of hunger and thirst, the changes in his body momentarily ignored. Unfortunately, the large beasts within a hundred li had mostly been scared off by Bai Lang's White Tiger aura; he didn't care, he tipped his toe, kicked up a gale, and left.

At this moment Bai Lang felt like a fish in water, controlling the wind's flow as a fish does in water; his form flickering in and out, a single flash carried him a hundred zhang away. After chasing for a dozen breaths, Bai Lang had drifted tens of li, finally seeing the stampeding herd. He didn't bother with anything else, just descended from the air, raised his hand, and a Tornado struck down a huge wild boar; upon landing, he spread his claws, the wind blades fluttering and killing several more boars.

He didn't have time to prepare it properly, just tore open the wild boar indiscriminately, biting a mouthful of its bloody, fishy flesh raw and swallowing it. Eating fur and drinking blood, Bai Lang became the savage among savages. He first took big bites, alleviating a bit of his hunger. Only then did he have the leisure to rip off the pigskin, open the pig's belly, and pour out the entrails. 'I remember this technique; I don't know if it still works or not.'

As Bai Lang rubbed his palms together, a spark of fire flared—'Just ordinary fire; this can't be attached with fire force to injure people, being able to scald is already exaggerated. Indeed, it's only good for lighting a fire outdoors.' He recalled the flame palm technique he had seen in the Imperial Guard Mansion. Though called flame palm, it actually harms with fire force; using it to start a fire is not its purpose. Bai Lang's recent training had exhausted his own original qi, blood, and essence, so he indeed needed to eat and drink a lot to replenish.

The meat here all eaten, it could only replenish a little, not enough to cause Bai Lang to drop dead on the spot, but to fully recover—Bai Lang felt he was likely to become a Saiyan big-eater king......