Chapter 415: Total Annihilation

Bai Lang's claw formation turned into a bronze bell, seizing the old woman underground, and then Bai Lang struck downward with his other hand. This palm shone brilliantly and majestically, imbued with pure Yang demon‑slaying power and the intent of the Great Sun to dispel evil. The palm slammed onto the ground, stirring not even a speck of dust.

Yet a mournful wail rose from below, then abruptly cut off—black smoke and shadows flickered up from the earth, but within the column‑like palm force that Bai Lang had laid down, they shrieked and were turned to ash......

Using the Yang‑harmonizing power of the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill, Bai Lang reduced the old woman to nothing—no corpse or bone remained. Such divine skill might be impressive for ordinary people, but for those who practice demonic arts it becomes a true fire of demon‑cleansing, the Yang‑harmonizing qi pouring down to turn body and soul into ash, denying any rebirth. If the old woman wielded overwhelming demonic flame it would be understandable, but since her martial skill is inferior to Bai Lang's, she is simply overcome by elemental counter‑strength.

After slaying the old woman, Bai Lang, with the momentum of having killed two Innate Experts, faced the old man wielding a flaming staff. The old man kept grimacing, and Bai Lang knew his aura had already withered beyond recognition, likely awaiting death. Would Bai Lang spare him? Certainly not.

Bai Lang transformed like a raging tiger, lunging with a punch that snapped like a tiger's jaws, while the old man swung his great staff in a sweeping strike that conjured a volcanic‑like illusion. Yet the old man's aura was merely show; his inner strength was rotten, shattered by Bai Lang's blow, and a single punch reduced the old man to a mush.

With the punch's force infused, the old man's entire body erupted in uncontrolled fire, his seven orifices spewing flames, his bones cracking and shattering; the struck area could not withstand the impact, leaving a huge void, ending his existence.

Two more death sites appeared on this Gobi Beach—places where Innate Experts fall are often like this; the playboy slain by Bai Lang will likely create a misty realm of shifting ice and fire here, while the old man can generate a scorching flame field, and the old woman's soul and body were purified by the palm, dying cleanly without any environmental contamination.

But the spoils turned to ash; at least Bai Lang obtained something from the old man—a bag after searching the corpse. Bai Lang noticed the bag's opening bore strange sigils that could absorb Innate true qi. "This must be the legendary storage bag?" its mouth is bound by the holder's true qi in a special way—essentially a key.

Forceful breakthrough isn't impossible, but if that happens the contents are lost and the bag is essentially ruined; unless someone redraws the sigils to seal it anew, it's just an ordinary small leather pouch. Bai Lang tossed it aside, exhaled, and said, "Fine, keep it for now; we'll find a place that can open it later."

There must be a place that can open this bag; every oasis should have a shady shop that cracks stolen goods, even an Innate Expert's storage bag… it can be opened as long as there's no rush. Now Bai Lang finally has time to tend his wounds; despite the pain he still practices his punches to circulate qi.

External martial arts work like this; you must move a bit to circulate internal force. Bai Lang's movements are not swift, rather sluggish, yet as he moves golden light seeps from his body, his skin looking as if coated in oil. This golden oily sheen spreads over him, and wherever it meets a wound it clings, gradually gnawing away the icy debris or flame in the wound.

When it reaches the blackened spots, the golden oil flares like fire meeting gasoline, booming and spreading instantly. Ice shards are squeezed out of Bai Lang's wounds, clattering onto the ground, and flames tinged with burning blood are forced out, landing and flickering weakly.

Bai Lang inhales and exhales, his muscles bulging, as the golden oil light presses firmly, eventually covering his whole body. The illusion of the Golden Bell Shield materializes, encasing him, and three distant, resonant bell tones chime. The remaining wounds on Bai Lang spew ice shards and flame, striking the interior of the golden bell. All the hidden dark energy that had seeped into his body was fully expelled.

Next, the Golden Bell Shield's internal force forcibly compresses all wounds, sealing them with muscle, but unfortunately Bai Lang has no Golden Healing Medicine, and cannot apply any for the moment. He picks up a lump of gold‑silver alloy melted by flame on the ground, along with an intact medicine bottle. He glances at them but ultimately does not take the medicine—after a night's rest, who knows if Happy King will add something.

That person is no longer trustworthy; Bai Lang is relieved he didn't swallow the thing outright, otherwise he might have been poisoned and killed by those three. Now his wounds are under control—what's left to wait for? He'll go back and kill that bastard. Bai Lang does have a short temper; if Happy King Chai Chunmen doesn't die, his thoughts won't be satisfied.

He also wonders why that bastard wants to kill him. If he needed to silence a mouth, why not do it right here in the oasis? It must be that among the other three, some are merely helpers like Bai Lang. He isn't confident he can take down at least two of them at once…

Then why not rush back and kill? Should he wait for the guy to finish with others and rest? The thought makes Bai Lang immediately employ Lightness Skill to sprint—being an external martial arts master, once he expels the infiltrating true qi, his robust physique instantly regains most of his combat power.

While sprinting, Bai Lang's sturdy body continues to recover, drawing the primal qi of heaven and earth to circulate his internal force, constantly repairing himself. "Fortunately it's not far," he mutters, the oasis in sight, and this time he won't meekly pay the city's toll. He darts straight past the cavalry, ignoring the clamor of pursuers behind him.

Even if they launch signal rockets, Bai Lang remains undaunted; how many Innate Experts can this oasis host? The ones who step forward to protect the oasis are the useful ones, and if there are enough of them, Happy King likely doesn't need to recruit outsiders.

Bai Lang charged straight into the oasis, his light steps already leaping over the street crowd; ahead lay the lakeside pavilions and towers occupied by Happy King. Where is this person? With a simple qi‑sensing, Bai Lang's Divine Sense already pinpointed the Innate Expert inside.

Indeed there is only one, but it isn't Happy King; it's a fellow who looks like a horse‑riding bandit. He also assists in alchemy, his build similar to Bai Lang's, wielding a long, large curved blade. He sensed Bai Lang's approach and now bursts out of a pavilion like a tornado.