Chapter 445

This time, he didn't intend to hold back; he wanted to end the fight quickly and finish this guy off.

Immediately, Su Hang raised his right arm, his wrist vibrating slightly, and met the palm with his long spear.

"Boom!"

As the two palms collided, a victorious smile appeared on the white-clothed man’s face. In his eyes, Su Hang had no power to counterattack at all; with his internal energy, how could he possibly contend with him?

However, a moment later, the smile on the white-clothed man’s face stiffened.

He felt a massive shockwave strike along his palm; his proud protective true energy disintegrated instantly, and that powerful force conducted through his arm.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed, and the white-clothed man let out a miserable howl, being blasted straight down to the ground.

He crashed heavily into the ground, kicking up a sky full of dust. The white-clothed man’s body twitched; clearly, he had suffered deep injuries.

"Senior Brother..." Several black-robed disciples nearby rushed over to help the white-clothed man up, only to find his right hand dangling at his side; it was clearly broken.

"Trash!"

The white-clothed man cursed under his breath, his face gloomy. "Kid, I admit I underestimated you, but that’s all. Killing you is still easy."

"Heh!"

Su Hang scoffed with disdain, sneering, "Who lives and who dies—it’s a bit too early to draw conclusions now."

"Still daring to be stubborn!"

The white-clothed man laughed out of extreme anger. "Fine, I’ll play with you and let you see what a gap in strength really is."

"Senior Brother, let’s attack together!" The other black-robed men suggested to the white-clothed man one after another.

"Hmph!" The white-clothed man snorted. "No need. A mere ant—why would I need my junior brothers' help? Dealing with him alone is enough."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The black-robed men respectfully stepped back a few paces, while each of them looked at Su Hang with mockery, as if Su Hang were about to become a corpse.

"Prepare to die!"

A figure darted in front of Su Hang, waving his long sword directly at Su Hang’s throat.

Su Hang frowned tightly. This white-clothed man was indeed much stronger than the previous two, especially that long sword, which radiated a chilling aura that made one’s hair stand on end.

He blocked horizontally with his spear. With a "ding," the spear and the sword tip collided, and a massive force traveled from the spear shaft.

Such great strength! Su Hang was secretly shocked; this person could actually match his own strength.

"Kid, come again."

The white-clothed man roared, his long sword dancing in dense shadows like raindrops, each strike so fast it was staggering, instantly drowning Su Hang.

Su Hang was quick-witted and fast-handed, spinning his spear into a windmill to block most of the attacks; the occasional one that slipped through was dodged by him one by one.

Although he was at a disadvantage, Su Hang showed no signs of defeat. Conversely, the white-clothed man grew more anxious the longer they fought, sweat breaking out on his forehead, and a trace of agitation rising in his heart.

This sense of humiliation drove him absolutely mad.

"Swish!"

The white-clothed man suddenly abandoned his long sword, opened his hand, and a pitch-black sphere appeared in his palm, which he then crushed.

Immediately, a thick, fishy stench drifted through the air.

This stench seemed to be corrosive; if a single drop touched one, it would quickly penetrate into the skin. Su Hang immediately circulated the internal energy of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to block the invasion of this toxin.

However, just at this moment, the white-clothed man grinned hideously, lunged forward, and slapped his palm onto Su Hang’s chest.

"Pfft!"

Su Hang spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward, spraying a large mist of blood in the air. After landing, he remained motionless.

"Hahaha!"

The white-clothed man looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter filled with hideousness and cruelty.

The surrounding disciples also laughed along. They hadn't expected that the arrogant kid from just a moment ago wouldn't even be able to withstand a single exchange before being killed instantly; this was truly satisfying.

"Zero nine three"

However, this laughter soon came to an abrupt halt. The group stood there blankly, the expressions on their faces frozen, their gazes gathered on the young man lying on the ground unconscious.

"Cough, cough..."

A moment later, the young man lying on the ground coughed violently. Amidst the coughing, a clump of blood foam was spat out, and immediately after, Su Hang sat up.

"How is this possible?"

The faces of the white-clothed man and the others were filled with astonishment. How could an ordinary person withstand his attack? This simply overturned their common sense.

"Cough, cough..."

Su Hang coughed a few more times, a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at these people, Su Hang curled his lips; he knew his plan had succeeded.

"I said, if I could kill your Demonic Sect’s Five Elements Banners, I could kill you just the same!" Su Hang said in an icy tone.

"How is this possible?" The white-clothed man stared with wide eyes, looking at Su Hang as if he had seen a ghost.

"There is nothing impossible!"

Su Hang shook his head. "No matter what kind of enemy it is, I can cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Hang lifted his long spear and blasted out a move: "Dragon Subduing Regret."

The long spear left his hand, tracing an arc straight toward the white-clothed man’s chest.

The white-clothed man’s pupils shrank. He felt that the spear was locking onto him, giving him a sense of pressure that he couldn't escape. He did not doubt that if he were pierced by this spear, he would either die or be crippled.

"Swish..."

At the critical moment, the long sword in the white-clothed man’s hand spun a sword flower to block his chest. Su Hang’s "Dragon Subduing Regret" slammed fiercely against the sword blade.

"Clang!"

Metal rang out. The white-clothed man’s hand went numb, and he nearly lost his grip on the precious sword, stumbling back several steps.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out. The white-clothed man looked at Su Hang in surprise. His precious sword was an ancient weapon; to think it was shattered by that kid’s punch—it was simply unbelievable...

What kind of freak was this kid? How could he be so strong?

Was this guy not afraid of pain?

"Third Brother, what are you doing?" At this moment, a man wearing yellow robes walked up.

"Fourth Brother!"

Seeing that person, the white-clothed man quickly composed himself, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, tucked his sword into his waist, and bowed respectfully to the man. "I wasn't doing anything, just wanted to test this kid’s Wu Gong. Heh heh, it seems this kid is quite capable."

"Oh, is that so?" The yellow-robed man raised an eyebrow.

The white-clothed man nodded in agreement.

The yellow-robed man scanned Su Hang, then turned his head to the people beside him. "Tie this kid up and bring him back!"

"Yes, Second Senior Brother!"

The group of black-robed men agreed immediately, swarming forward and surrounding Su Hang from different sides.

"Hmph, I advise you all not to touch me, otherwise you will surely die a very ugly death!" Su Hang snorted coldly.

"Haha!"

Upon hearing this, the several black-robed men burst into uproarious laughter.