Chapter 760: That Person

After that, Bai Lang directly employed Lightness Skill, as fleeting as a cloud crane, and the next instant he was already before the second target he had located—a person who had long spewed hateful remarks about the country and even caused incidents, who, when struck down, wept like rain and swore never to do it again, yet once released immediately fell back into old habits, even more severe. Now in front of this man also stood a tall, robust Han, "***** is that you?" Bai Lang's interrogative was actually a statement.

That guy at this moment was eating with his fox‑friend scoundrels, naturally also chatting at length about some topic. After Bai Lang finished speaking, without waiting for his reply he seized his skull, just a twist of the wrist, opened the Heavenly Spirit Cover to expose fresh brain tissue, then with a splat it fell into the broth... Bai Lang laughed heartily, casually slaying the few people he had been talking with earlier, "Yo? Looking at your face and demeanor, you're not from my country, are you? ABC?"

Bai Lang said it like that, but how could he ever hold an ugly‑nation ABC in any esteem? Of course, after speaking he simply smashed the victim's upper body and was done. As for whether this person was a member of some consulate, or might cause a diplomatic dispute, that was not at all within Bai Lang's considerations. Bai Lang's mobility is extremely high; in a day and a night he killed over twenty people, then he returned to his rented dwelling and sat down leisurely.

Catch him? Not catch him? All a hassle. But there's no need to worry about that, because lingering near the island may have angered a certain immortal; several ships of the Seventh Fleet and many military aircraft that took off from Guam and Okinawa were pressed directly into the deep sea by an unknown force, and not a single person escaped. This was reported by nearby Self‑Defense Force vessels; perhaps it was just a minor East Asian flare, and that power did not strike them.

"Next time, who knows," Bai Lang also understood this; his martial arts are divine and bright, and with a telepathic connection he can know many things—otherwise how could he locate those guys hiding behind IDs? Bai Lang never checked police files. Of course he could sense the fluctuations of Heaven and Earth's Qi and knew that Zhou Xianda had acted, "Summon heavenly thunder to strike? And raise a massive wave at the same time, a one‑shot kill. That's ruthless."

The two supernatural beings intervened, and their move was a trump card—Bai Lang only killed a few people, even if there were ugly‑nation diplomats, they might not be official, which is relatively easy to handle, but Qianshan Zhenren wiped out tens of thousands of ugly‑nation troops in one go, which is a huge matter. The relevant authorities held an all‑night meeting to discuss a solution—first, capturing the two is absolutely impossible, and even mentioning that holding them accountable would enrage the entire populace aware of the situation; simply who could capture them is an unsolvable problem.

Bai Lang could only shrug; the power displayed by Qianshan Zhenren is not something that sheer numbers can solve, not even nuclear weapons would likely affect this immortal—he at least controls spatial ability, and according to spacetime theory probably also temporal ability; a mere nuclear warhead is just a ball to him? Moreover, both supernatural beings are on our side, especially Bai Lang, whose stance is the most traditional "patriot" type, now labeled "pink" by the masses, so why worry about protests from the ugly‑nation crowd?

Qianshan Zhenren also did not strike anyone from the motherland; in his words and expression he even regarded the so‑called white and black people as beasts, not humans. Unfortunately, after that they could no longer set foot on Penglai Island, and naturally never again encountered Qianshan Zhenren. So now capture Bai Lang as well; if he has killed a few people, first suppress him before reporting publicly, handle it quietly. Fortunately, after Bai Lang's one‑shot slaughter he immediately fell silent, and the relevant departments also began a nationwide crackdown on certain remarks.

Being taken by the law and locked up is still better than dying at Bai Shaobao's hands; the state is "saving" people—though that bunch of trash mostly doesn't appreciate it, they simply don't believe, and when death comes they won't even have time to weep. Bai Lang is also a stone‑hearted fellow; his battlefields have seen killings of well over ten thousand, and those handling the aftermath said this person is definitely not the Bai Lang recorded in this world's annals, but a pure killing demon.

The person who this time made contact with Bai Lang was a man he had once seen on some programs and reports; this man is wealthy but also quite old, already in his sixties. He invests in film and television, and can be called a "martial‑arts enthusiast patron." He came up wanting to fund a movie, hoping Bai Lang would be the lead, and also wanted to learn a few genuine martial arts—after all, he truly is a wuxia novel fan.

Bai Lang, of course, understood his desire: "You want to see and learn some martial arts, that's true, but more earnestly you're asking whether there's an immortal elixir—any soul‑returning pill would do." As for innate breakthrough, this man truly hadn't considered it—after all, it's family matters; such a clever person, as long as they're not blinded by profit, can clearly see that ordinary money holds no allure for the martial‑arts master before him.

If you want something, take it yourself; what use is money?

The man spoke sweetly, but Bai Lang was no longer interested in filming anything; however, for the sake of the Postal Empire's face he was willing to grant his wish. "Come, come, breaking the room isn't good, so step out with me." The two walked out, "I'll ruin a car for you; you won't mind, will you?" Bai Lang said, looking at the car parked outside, and the man's head bobbed like a tambourine, "Go ahead and smash!"

Bai Lang flashed a toothy grin, "Alright! But you have to smash it yourself!" With that, he brushed his hand outward. The man felt a warmth spread over his body, as if the strange sensation described in a book seeped from his shoulder, then circulated through his entire breath, never before having felt the twelve primary channels and the extraordinary eight vessels so clearly. This warm current roamed the eight directions and four extremes; each time it passed an acupoint, a meridian swelled a bit, turning the trickle of warmth in an instant into a surging tide.

"Nine‑bends of the Yellow River, ten thousand miles of sand, waves scour, wind whirls from the horizon!" Bai Lang chanted, his finger lifting slightly. The man, feeling something, raised his arm and struck a distant palm toward the car. "This palm is the Nine‑bends of the Yellow River." The palm force roared out like an angry tide; the car before him began to warp and fold before it could even be swept away, the force denting it wherever it touched, turning the vehicle into scrap metal as if by a massive wave, yet it did not move an inch.

"This palm is like a swirling massive wave, force released with no remainder. How's that, wish fulfilled, huh? Hahaha." The man looked at his own palm, both shocked and delighted, his extreme yearning evident. "Just a trifle; compared to the Northern Wind Path palm techniques, it's still a bit lacking."