Chapter 417: Chapter 418: Eagle Hero

The whole oasis was in chaos; everyone saw the sandstorm, and of course they knew what it meant. Almost everyone was scrambling to get out quickly, the Innate Expert was deployed, and if one couldn't be controlled, who knows how many would die in this oasis; even if the underground water vein were damaged, the entire oasis could be doomed. In the desert, more than one oasis has met such a fate.

Of course, now this oasis is ruined; the underground water vein will release pressure elsewhere, forming a new oasis—though that won't happen for decades… For now, it's best not to suffer the fate of trapped fish. Yet as everyone fled wildly, the clouds dispersed and the wind vanished, and the sandstorm suddenly dissipated—though sand pelted everyone's heads and faces, the sandstorm was completely gone.

Only at the center of the sandstorm, one could vaguely see a huge golden bell standing, and outside the bell seemed a white tiger roaring at the sky; everyone felt a chill in their hearts, but upon closer inspection there was nothing.

Everyone slowed their steps, wanting to watch the situation a bit longer, but soon many decisively chose to leave—yet now they had time to tidy up before departing. As for those who might take the chance to commit misdeeds—could the oasis's guard force still keep order? After all, their own homes were still in the oasis, and they were uneasy; why hasn't Happy King Chai Chunmen appeared yet?

When Bai Lang's Internal Force circulated, he felt a slight hunger. "Hmm, after two fights and losing at least a bowl of blood, I need something to eat and replenish." So he hurried to the undestroyed pavilions and towers to find food. Bai Lang stuffed food into his mouth while waiting for Chai Chunmen to return. "Arrived!" Bai Lang sensed a soaring aura, as fierce as the scorching sun over the desert.

"This aura! Hmph..." Comparing it with the alchemy days, Bai Lang knew this fellow was stronger, and not just a little. Bai Lang's battle spirit was high; he had slain four people, all Innate Experts, and even four together couldn't surpass this Happy King, right? So there's hope! Since Bai Lang cultivates Tiger Form True Meaning, his killing intent is by no means weak.

The fellow was too lazy to stage a sudden ambush, and he didn't hide his aura with any secret technique, so he simply let his true Qi flow, and a massive white tiger illusion materialized, fierce and terrifying. The opposing aura paused briefly, then the scorching sun intensified, speed increasing by several percent, rushing straight at Bai Lang. At that moment Bai Lang glanced at the fleeing people in the distance behind him, thought it over, and used Lightness Skill to actively meet the charge.

If so, he and Chai Chunmen would meet on the Gobi, and Bai Lang didn't want their fight to ruin the oasis, especially with so many people around. It was said early on that Bai Lang is actually a good person.

Bai Lang raised a solitary plume of smoke, thrusting straight at the sun‑like man. After taking the pill, Chai Chunmen's martial skill surged dramatically; his every movement seemed like the great sun of heaven descending to earth. Though not enough to scorch the heavens, it still carried a terrifying high‑temperature, arid feeling. He was already near the level of Internal Landscape outward release, naturally forming a drought domain around his body—if the Internal Landscape were fully released, it might reach the level of a drought demon? A barren expanse stretching for thousands of miles.

Chai Chunmen, with divine spirit and ample Qi, even smiled at Bai Lang, "Indeed, you are the Bai Lang famed as the Sky‑supporting White Jade Pillar; among the Innate Experts, you must rank within the top ten, perhaps tomorrow you'll enter the Internal Landscape realm." Bai Lang looked at the handsome middle‑aged man, his gaze lingering on his warm hand, "Likewise, aren't you only a step away? Given the situation, it wouldn't be surprising if the next moment you become an Internal Landscape master."

"Hahaha, how could I compare to you? My pursuit is merely a death‑or‑escape, while you've already slain four, haven't you?" Chai Chunmen's smile was rather eerie. "Very well…" he said, and struck. It was light, like the blazing sun, and within the rays were his true Qi and martial‑path true meaning; Bai Lang's hands instantly blocked, yet his body was still bombarded from all sides.

The attack even assaulted Bai Lang's soul through his vision; his Internal Landscape already had a nascent form, and the raging white tiger's roar was also scorched by that light. Blood‑tears streamed from Bai Lang's eyes; he closed them, relying solely on Divine Sense through his ears, and lunged forward. Taking such hits was untenable; the Happy King's power far exceeded that of the curved‑blade man, and in that brief moment, the light passing through his Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill had already left Bai Lang's skin dry and cracked.

Although Bai Lang's eyes were temporarily blinded, it didn't affect him—Bai Lang's claw tore forward, striking heavily against the Happy King's palm. "Fine martial art!" Bai Lang praised. The Happy King's power was like a rolling torrent of heat; the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill melted a "hole," and if that heat flow entered his body it would scorch everything, turning flesh, bone, and meridians into dry ash.

Could Bai Lang let him have his way? Instantly, the momentum of Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist surged at full force; the razor‑sharp golden killing aura shattered the heat flow, then he summoned a black Bi wind to counterattack. Yet the opponent's palm burst, instantly separating Bai Lang from Chai Chunmen; Bai Lang's heel halted, disregarding the recoil and surged forward again, injury irrelevant. Bai Lang launched a ferocious assault, his claw‑style palm technique unfolding, immediately unleashing howling gale and raging Bi wind.

The ground was brutally eroded and broken over three feet by the all‑consuming black Bi wind, and the raging cyclone spread dozens of miles, whipping up a massive sandstorm. Yet even this could not stop the scorching sun—Chai Chunmen's martial art was overwhelmingly domineering, forcing back Bai Lang's gale and Bi wind, preventing them from entering within three feet, and his true Qi and martial‑path true meaning could not penetrate Bai Lang's vicinity.

Bai Lang's combat still did not gain the upper hand—don't be fooled by the Happy King's gentle, woman‑like hands, he is a Gobi‑born eagle‑hero, and his limb techniques are flawless. Yet under that sun‑like true Qi, the Happy King's martial art is ever‑changing, each aspect exquisitely refined. Still, he could not dominate Bai Lang's seemingly wild and rough style; the two were evenly matched.

Bai Lang's physical strength gave the Happy King a pounding headache, but the Happy King's scorching, molten true Qi and martial‑path true meaning also made Bai Lang, whose Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill was nearly ineffective, feel greatly troubled. "I think there's no need for us to end up both wounded. How about this, Lord Bai Lang: I'm willing to compensate you for my earlier actions; we can part ways here, what do you say?" the Happy King said.