Chapter 456: Chapter 443: Do You Submit, or Not?
Shen Lang turned his gaze to Yan Qi. Although Yan Qi was a bit of a blockhead, he wasn’t much of a liar.
Yan Qi said in a deep, booming voice, "He went to the lake to peek at the Xiu Hua Sect disciples bathing..."
"Serves him right." Shen Lang tossed out the words and walked toward the lawn where a crowd had gathered.
"...Actually, it was a misunderstanding. He was there first, and the people from the Xiu Hua Sect came later." It took a long while for Yan Qi to get the second half of the sentence out as he watched Shen Lang stride away.
Tian Hao had been waiting here for over ten days, just for Shen Lang to return and get justice for him. Now, Yan Qi had ruined it all with a single poorly timed sentence.
"Ah! You motherfucker, would it kill you not to pause for breath in the middle of a sentence?! Would it kill you to say it all at once?! Why did you have to split one sentence into two! Ah... How the hell did I get so unlucky?" Tian Hao was so angry he felt like he could spit blood.
He really was unlucky. Ever since Shen Lang had arrived on Songdu Peak, he had spent most of his time wrapped in bandages.
First, he was beaten by Shen Lang. Just as the bandages were on, he ran into Nalan Ziyun.
After getting thrashed by Nalan Ziyun, he was brought back only to face a furious Bai Feifei who had come looking for a fight.
Okay, after all that fighting, he could finally rest, right? But then Chen Tianci, that damned fatty, came charging up Songdu Peak...
Things had finally calmed down, only for him to get caught by the people from the Xiu Hua Sect and beaten into this state.
If he had actually been caught peeping on them bathing, he would have had nothing to say for himself.
The key was, this time *he* had gone to bathe, and the people from the Xiu Hua Sect came *after*. Who the hell was peeping on whom?
And now, he was lucky that Shen Lang hadn’t beaten him up again...
Getting Shen Lang to stand up for him now was absolutely impossible.
Tian Hao looked at the still-clueless Yan Qi and felt like dying.
Having a brother like this was a curse, not a blessing.
Unfortunately, he was only just now realizing it...
"Everyone, quiet down. I have something to say." Shen Lang clapped his hands twice. "From today onward, I will be the Commander of this group. I will lead everyone into the Yumu Cave Blessed Land. For the time being, I will be guiding your Cultivation..."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" A tall and upright young man with thick brows and large eyes interrupted Shen Lang and stepped forward.
"Do you think you can just become the Commander because you say so? Have you asked me, Yang Tianyu of the Mahayana Sect?"
"Guide our Cultivation? What gives you the right?"
The originally harmonious and peaceful atmosphere in the valley changed in an instant.
The people from the Profound Dao Sect spontaneously gathered behind Shen Lang, their gazes on Yang Tianyu extremely hostile.
The members of the Mahayana Sect, their expressions stern, also gathered behind Yang Tianyu, looking defiantly at Shen Lang.
Meanwhile, the people from the Xiu Hua Sect, White Rainbow Sect, and Evil Wind Valley seemed not to have expected this. They watched the scene unfold with strange expressions.
’Yang Tianyu of the Mahayana Sect?’ Shen Lang frowned slightly and glanced at the young man.
In the past few months, Shen Lang had rarely appeared here. Even when he came to the forbidden land, it was always to the other side where War Wolf was.
Moreover, because of the control exerted by the Elder Ancestors of these sects, even the people from the Profound Dao Sect had mostly only heard legends about Shen Lang. Aside from those who had witnessed him sweep through Shao Hufeng, the vast majority had no real understanding of his strength.
The most powerful member of the Xiu Hua Sect was Eldest Sister Jun Qiluo, who was at the Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Heaven. She had long since witnessed Shen Lang’s prowess and had even guessed many of his secrets through various channels.
Zhang Cheng and the others from the White Rainbow Sect were all at the Spirit Martial Realm Seventh Heaven. They had been brutally beaten by Shen Lang before and had seen his ruthless methods firsthand.
The leader of the Evil Wind Valley group was not the strongest in terms of Cultivation, but he was an old acquaintance of Shen Lang’s: Young Valley Master Yi Hongchen. He knew the most about Shen Lang.
None of them said a word, but each watched Yang Tianyu with a faint, knowing smirk.
This Yang Tianyu was arrogant and domineering, and he never submitted to anyone.
Even when he yielded to Jun Qiluo, it wasn’t because she was stronger than him, but simply because he had a crush on her.
Ever since they had arrived, the disciples of the various sects had privately discussed Shen Lang. As the leader of the Mahayana Sect disciples, Yang Tianyu had always been the most unconvinced by and displeased with him.
During this time, he had sneered at Shen Lang behind his back countless times.
If not for the forbearance of the Profound Dao Sect disciples, and the fact that the two sects had been allies for many years, a fight would have likely broken out long ago.
Now that Shen Lang had finally reappeared, how could Yang Tianyu possibly let such an opportunity slip by?
This was a chance to suppress Shen Lang and a chance for him to make a name for himself!
That was why he had directly interrupted Shen Lang and rushed out.
Seeing he had captured everyone’s attention, Yang Tianyu snorted smugly. "You wet-behind-the-ears punk, you open your mouth and want to be Commander? Do you have any idea what that title means?"
"Do you really think that just because you beat Tang Yiyi of the Xiu Hua Sect, you can beat everyone else? Sorry, but my Cultivation is at the Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Heaven, a level higher than Tang Yiyi! I say *I* should be the Commander. You have a problem with that?"
"And you want to guide our Cultivation? What skills do you possibly have to dare say such a thing? You’re ignorant, fearless, and you’re courting death!"
As soon as he said this, the Mahayana Sect disciples behind him burst into derisive laughter, building his momentum.
Shen Lang glanced at the group of Mahayana Sect members behind Yang Tianyu and couldn’t help but laugh.
’These sects are pretty good at controlling the flow of information.’
’Months have passed, and someone still dares to come looking for trouble with me.’
"Then what do you propose?" Shen Lang asked patiently.
Yang Tianyu sneered. "Propose? Is the position of Commander something a little brat who hasn’t even finished puberty can handle? Even if I let you have it, do you think you could keep it? When I was out making a name for myself, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"
These words were incredibly rude, and a volley of curses immediately erupted from the Profound Dao Sect’s side.
The dashing Cai Chaoqun stepped forward and said coldly, "Yang Tianyu, stop fucking calling yourself ’Laozi’ all the time. With your pathetic skills, you’re not even fit to carry my junior brother’s shoes!"
It was no wonder Cai Chaoqun spoke like this. He was a disciple of the North Netherworld Extreme Heaven Sect, entrusted with the mission of finding the next Sect Leader.
It was precisely because the Beast Hide had shown a strange reaction that he had discovered Shen Lang and handed the Beast Hide over to him.
Afterward, Shen Lang had indeed unlocked the Beast Hide’s secret. Now, Shen Lang possessed the Thunder Sword, something any disciple of the North Netherworld Extreme Heaven Sect could sense.
To him, Shen Lang, who wielded the Thunder Sword, now held a status in his mind that surpassed even the Elder Ancestor of the Profound Dao Sect.
Seeing Yang Tianyu spouting arrogant nonsense, how could he possibly hold back?
He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to go out and teach Yang Tianyu a lesson.
Before Yang Tianyu could speak, the slender Xiao Gushu also stepped out. "I’ve known you for so many years, but I never knew you were so good at running your mouth, Yang Tianyu... But let me give you a piece of advice: my junior brother’s temperament is ’I won’t bother anyone who doesn’t bother me, but if someone messes with him, he’ll make them regret it’!"
"If you insist on running that filthy mouth of yours and end up crippled, don’t blame us for not warning you beforehand!"
"Bullshit!" Yang Tianyu roared in fury. "Xiao Gushu, you’ve always been a loser to me! What right do you have to lecture me? Crippled? I’d like to see who here is qualified to cripple me!"
"He’s from your Profound Dao Sect, so of course you’d speak up for him. But if you think he can be the Commander, you can dream on!"
The group from the Mahayana Sect behind him immediately started shouting wildly, "Our Senior Brother Tianyu is the only Commander! We won’t accept anyone else!"
"That’s right! The Profound Dao Sect must be fresh out of talent to send a guy like this out to embarrass himself!"
"What’s so great about beating Tang Yiyi? If he’s got the guts, let him fight our Senior Brother Tianyu!"
For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic, with tensions flaring between the Profound Dao Sect and the Mahayana Sect.
Shen Lang looked up at the sky. It was already evening.
He had too little time these days. Just with War Wolf’s side of things, there were many matters that required his personal attention.
The Cultivation of War Wolf’s people, the Body Refining Potion—all matters, big and small, required his direct involvement. How could he possibly be willing to waste his time and energy in a place like this?
He spat on the ground, shot forward in a single bound, and lashed out with a kick!
The kick was very casual, seemingly without any discernible technique or pattern.
But it was as fast as lightning, and its power was Earth-Shattering!
Yang Tianyu only felt his vision darken as a figure appeared before him like a phantom. A Gang Feng howled, and a fierce gust of wind hit him in the face!
’Fuck, how is he so fast?’
The speed gave Yang Tianyu a huge shock. He slammed his foot into the ground, preparing to retreat rapidly.
As an expert at the Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Heaven, his speed was undeniable.
But however fast he was, Shen Lang was faster!
The instant Yang Tianyu’s foot hit the ground, Shen Lang’s foot had already slammed into his abdomen!
The kick was tyrannical and ferocious, as if it held the power of a mountain. It struck Yang Tianyu so hard his vision went black, and with a wretched scream, he was sent flying backward, crashing into a crowd of people.
"You want to fight me? I’ll oblige you!"
Shen Lang was like a wolf among sheep, slapping the Mahayana Sect members one by one until they were dizzy and disoriented.
All hundred or so members of the Mahayana Sect were packed together, shoulder to shoulder. No one could have imagined someone would be so audacious as to charge directly into a crowd and start hitting people.
They were even more shocked that their leader, Yang Tianyu, had been taken down with a single kick!
And then, as if he wasn’t done with them, Shen Lang charged right into the crowd and went on a rampage!
Like a dragon returning to the sea, Shen Lang wove through the gaps in the crowd with effortless grace. He struck like the wind, a single slap for each person, never once missing his mark.
Instantly, a continuous stream of miserable screams echoed through the valley, rising and falling.
In that instant, the members of the surrounding sects were all completely stunned.
Many of them were just following the lead of their own sect’s strongest members, but in truth, the vast majority knew nothing about Shen Lang.
Witnessing Shen Lang—a young man who looked younger than most of them—appear and instantly take down an entire group using what looked like a gangster’s brawling style, everyone’s minds went blank for a moment...
No matter what, those able to cultivate here had all been carefully selected by their respective sects.
They were all, without a doubt, the elites of their generation.
Yang Tianyu might have been strong, but the group behind him wasn’t that much weaker.
A hundred Spirit Martial Realm experts were beaten until they were crying for their parents, left sprawling on the ground with almost no chance to resist. It was like a nightmare!
Most people were still stunned by the scene, unable to process what had happened.
But Jun Qiluo and the others were staring intently at Shen Lang’s movements, his Step Technique.
In the eyes of Jun Qiluo, Cai Chaoqun, and the others, every one of Shen Lang’s movements was unrestrained, frank, and natural... completely free and instinctive!
There were no particularly astonishing techniques, but his strikes were like the wind—impossibly fast and incredibly precise!
Whenever he struck, no one could dodge!
In just a few breaths, the entire group from the Mahayana Sect was on the ground. Not a single one was left standing...
"It’s not that I can’t use my head, but most of the time, I prefer to be more direct."
Shen Lang planted his foot on a Mahayana Sect disciple and stared at the half-kneeling Yang Tianyu. "When dealing with arrogant people, I’ve always liked to use an arrogant approach."
"Still not convinced? It’s simple. I’ll just beat you until you are!"
"Now tell me, are you convinced or not?"
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