Chapter 67

"Actually you should be poisoning your sword." Bai Lang then smiled again, his whole body's Internal Force burst forth, and after shaking open the two long swords he reached to grab the leading assassin's chest. "Looking at your two moves, they seem quite similar to Mister Qin's; are you from the Flower Mountain Sect?"

At this moment, the leading assassin wielding the Serpent-Flame Sword had already swung out a strange sword light, aiming to counter-cut Bai Lang's claw—his previous dragging sword, among ordinary martial arts masters, would already be enough to cleave half of an opponent's body, but against Bai Lang it left only a bloodstain, so even if he went all out to chop off one of Bai Lang's hands, it would still be good.

The Serpent-Flame Sword's technique seems not focused on heavy chopping; this style has always emphasized thrusts, hooks, and slashes, because the serpent-shaped blade can create larger, more complex wounds in this situation. Bai Lang didn't even look at his sword path; his attention was solely on this person's wrist—no matter how myriad the transformations of a poisonous snake, it ultimately returns to the snake's head.

Bai Lang grabbed the sword blade, and feeling the force, he suddenly exerted power; his Internal Force collided with the man, shaking him off. Next, the assassin would have to let go—otherwise Bai Lang's Internal Force might injure his whole arm. The sword-snatching took only a blink; after seizing the sword, Bai Lang merely shook it, then plunged it into the ground up to the hilt.

At this moment two gleaming Hidden Weapons flew toward Bai Lang's eyes, but his left hand was already shielding his face, so this Hidden Weapon, like a little snake, was blocked by his left hand. The exchange was as quick as a rabbit's start and a falcon's dive; all three assassins came away empty-handed, while Bai Lang's seizure of the sword and block of the Hidden Weapon fully demonstrated the formidable power of his Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield cultivation.

After this round of attacks, Bai Lang counterattacked.

He slightly bent his waist, his body instantly extended; in the space of an inch, his advance and retreat were as fast as electricity—this is the reaction speed of a feline creature. He did not attack the leading assassin—although this person was currently the only one without a weapon, his internal skill was also quite profound, and a clash of fists and palms probably wouldn't take him down that quickly.

Because Bai Lang saw that this person's fist and foot technique was rather strange, his arms like two snakes, so Bai Lang dodged him and first engaged the assassin wielding a sword. This bout of fighting took only a few breaths; the sequence of assassination, sword seizure, and blocking together took two or three breaths, after which Bai Lang's counterattack was literally in the blink of an eye.

That sword-wielding youth had an honest appearance, truly a fine example of "a good person forced into banditry"; Bai Lang's pounce left him no time to react—he initially thrust out a sword, only to be repelled by Bai Lang's recoil, having just struggled to calm his shaken Internal Force, he never expected a huge beast to lunge at him from ahead.

Thus he made no proper response at all, merely raising his sword slightly in his hand, but then a punch slammed into his chest and abdomen; his back shot up a notch with a "thud", while his whole body shrank half a head... The youth collapsed silently onto the ground, and Bai Lang, using the recoil from that punch, sprang back to pounce at the other sword-wielding assassin.

He was very confident in himself; this punch landing was like a great iron stake hammering into the chest and abdomen—the youth's body was essentially "broken off" in the middle, only without tearing the flesh to fully separate. Bai Lang's exerted force was not a simple explosive hardness but a contained, unreleased blunt force, so this guy didn't simply explode into two halves from the point of impact, splattering his own flesh across the rear fan-shaped area—there's no helping it, Bai Lang still needs to sleep later...

The recoil force made Bai Lang's movements even more swift; he lashed out with his left hand to block and parry the assassin leader's serpent-shaped fist attack, saying, "This arm, driven by Internal Force circulation, is truly as hard to grasp as a snake, yet the force is actually limited; encountering a skill like the Golden Bell Shield renders it almost useless." In fact, this serpentine force is quite nefarious, seeping into skin and meridians to break them apart segment by segment, but when faced with the unified Golden Bell Shield, it can only have its fangs broken on the outside.

The swordsman assassin on the other side could be considered handsome, with a rather arrogant demeanor, and his swordsmanship was stronger than that of the dead man just now; thus he reacted in time, immediately flourishing a sword bloom, intending to block this white-tiger-like fierce military commander before him, so his junior martial uncle would have time to rescue him or make another response—this person didn't even have a chance to consider his fellow disciples' situation, because everything happened too fast, and that earlier sword being blocked by the commander's palm also stripped away all his courage.

This is truly impervious to blades and spears; those soldiers don't know, but he is aware that his long sword is infused with the Internal Force he cultivated his whole life—this thrust would likely pierce even a stalwart warrior wearing fish-scale armor, yet in the hands of this arrogant, domineering commander who looks fit to die, even wearing just a robe and bare legs, he couldn't even break the skin...

What use is this sword bloom? He had just thought of this, and instantly everything went dark...... Bai Lang completely ignored his sword bloom; with his right hand he tore through the bloom, and a single claw ripped apart this handsome man. "Damn! One inattentive and now I have to clean up again!" Bai Lang cursed; this claw directly from the forehead tore open the assassin's entire facial bones together with half his skull and the ribs of his chest, blood and fluids gurgling all over the ground—just like a tiger's paw striking and tearing.

When he was preparing again to finish off the last assassin, that assassin had already fled—no need to say, Lightness Skill is truly excellent, and human resolve is truly strong; seeing that he couldn't block Bai Lang's second pounce aimed at his martial nephew, he immediately slipped away, and that single move's time gap made it seem Bai Lang couldn't catch him.

Bai Lang also didn't want to pursue; he was presently disheveled and barefoot, besides, he had no intention of exterminating everyone—if this person hadn't run, he wouldn't mind killing him or capturing him to send to Qin Wujiu, but now that he's fled, Bai Lang didn't think about chasing. "This time I'll have to wash up again..." Bai Lang sighed, looking at his bloodstained robes and his right claw dripping with blood.

Qin Wujiu arrived the next morning, because Bai Lang had set off fireworks—this was what Qin Wujiu had stuffed into Bai Lang's possession for emergency contact. "Mister Qin, is this your 'martial nephew'? Would you like to collect their corpses?" The two bodies had already been hauled outside the tent and dumped there by nightfall. Qin Wujiu had also seen them, sighing, "Ah, it's a grandnephew-disciple, not a nephew-disciple. This one might be the disciple of my eldest martial nephew, while this one....... his face has been torn off by you, he died truly miserably; I really can't tell which of my grandnephew-disciples he is. Moreover, Commander Bai, I'm already no longer a person of the Flower Mountain Sect..."

Although he said that, Qin Wujiu still found two pieces of white cloth to wrap them up; there are no coffins nearby, so this is all he could do for now. And Bai Lang produced the Serpent-Flame Sword and the tiny-snake-like Hidden Weapon, saying, "This is...... the youngest disciple of the sect master elder brother's weapon. The Flower Mountain Sect doesn't have this sword technique or Hidden Weapon; he learned it elsewhere."