Chapter 727 - 772: 1 vs. Many, Fight, Fight, Fight

When Qin Yun from the Blood Wing Demon Sect and Feng Xihai from the White Bone Hall each revealed an Imperial Artifact, the entire area burst into an uproar...

In the blink of an eye, these two Demonic Dao Sects, once sworn enemies, had formed an alliance over Shen Lang.

It seemed Demonic Cultivators would truly stop at nothing for profit and survival!

Seeing the Imperial Artifacts in the hands of Qin Yun and his new ally, the expressions of Zu Wei and the others on his side grew grim...

If Zu Wei and the other King Martial Realm Fifth Heaven powerhouses had managed to hold off one of the two factions, everyone would have still bet on Shen Lang to win, even against an Imperial Artifact.

After all, even the incredibly powerful Rock Demon Lord had been helpless against him, defeated by his bare fists!

But Shen Lang had told them not to interfere...

Feng Buping moved to Zu Wei’s side and sent a transmission with his Divine Thought. "Senior, the two Demonic Dao Sects have teamed up. What should we do? Are we really going to let Xiaolang face so many experts alone? They have two Imperial Artifacts!"

Before Zu Wei could reply, Dongfang Jian strode over, shouting, "Son of a bitch, these old bastards are shameless! Not only are they ganging up on someone younger, but they’re using their numbers to bully him. Attacking now, right when they think Xiaolang is weak from his fight with the Rock Demon Lord... Aren’t they afraid of becoming a complete joke?"

As he spoke, the members of the White Bone Hall and the Blood Wing Demon Sect fanned out, encircling Shen Lang.

None of these experts from the White Bone Hall or Blood Wing Demon Sect could have possibly handled the Rock Demon Lord in a one-on-one fight.

The gap in power between each of them and the Rock Demon Lord was simply insurmountable.

But they were, after all, a group of old veterans who had reached the King Martial Realm Fifth or even Sixth Heaven.

With the addition of the Imperial Artifacts in Feng Xihai’s and Qin Yun’s hands, Shen Lang’s situation looked dire.

Zu Wei’s brow furrowed. He glanced at Feng Buping and said, "Feng Xihai was right. The power Young Master Lang has displayed so far, besides some powerful Cultivation Techniques, relies mainly on his tyrannical physique. That much was perfectly clear during his great battle with the Rock Demon Lord."

"But relying on Physical Strength alone won’t be enough to handle so many experts... even the strongest man can be overwhelmed by numbers."

Just then, Gong Lanyan, the Elder Ancestor of the Xiu Hua Sect, also came over. "With the Immortal Celestial Saber in hand, he shouldn’t, strictly speaking, need to fear the Imperial Artifacts they wield," she said. "However, Xiaolang’s apparent Cultivation is only at the King Martial Realm First Heaven. That’s nowhere near enough power to activate the Immortal Celestial Saber, and I doubt his Physical Strength can be of much use for that purpose. If things look bad... should we go up and tie down a few of them?"

"No. Young Master Lang said he doesn’t want anyone to interfere. If we rush in, we’ll only disrupt his plan," Zu Wei refused flatly.

An angry expression appeared on Gong Lanyan’s face. "Then what do we do? No matter how strong Xiaolang is, how can he possibly handle so many people at once? He just broke through to the King Martial Realm a few days ago!"

The experts from the Imperial Dragon Sect, the Flower Sect, and others exchanged glances, their expressions turning grim.

Gong Lanyan’s concerns were shared by everyone else.

Everyone present was at the King Martial Realm or higher; they were all seasoned veterans who had seen their fair share of battles.

How could they fail to grasp the current situation?

The path of Martial Arts in this world was primarily focused on Cultivation Methods, using magic to forge the body.

The path to becoming a Saint of the Flesh was considered almost impossible to traverse.

This was why Shen Lang, when he was mistakenly thought to possess the Celestial Vein Sacred Body, was instead treated like trash.

There were hardly any Cultivation Techniques left in the world for strengthening the physical body, and all kinds of Magical Treasure Secret Artifacts were forged for Martial Artists who followed Cultivation Methods.

Whether they were Profound Artifacts or Imperial Artifacts, the Spirit Array Maps inscribed within them were all designed to work with the Spiritual Power inside a Martial Artist.

There were almost no Magical Treasure Secret Artifacts forged to channel Physical Strength.

Feng Xihai and Qin Yun were both at the King Martial Realm Sixth Heaven. With their Cultivation, the power they could unleash from their Imperial Artifacts would far surpass anything Shen Lang could muster.

And if Shen Lang tried to power the Immortal Celestial Saber with Physical Strength alone, it would be incredibly difficult to unleash its true might!

Given the circumstances...

The Immortal Celestial Saber’s power would be severely limited;

Shen Lang had just exhausted himself in a massive battle against the Rock Demon Lord and might even be injured;

And now, the White Bone Hall and the Blood Wing Demon Sect had allied, bringing not only two Imperial Artifacts but also a total of seventeen experts to bear against him!

No matter how powerful Shen Lang was, he couldn’t possibly fight them all at once!

The situation was extremely disadvantageous for Shen Lang.

This was why Feng Xihai and Qin Yun dared to be so arrogant, even after witnessing Shen Lang’s power, watching him battle the Rock Demon Lord, and even seeing him slay Ji Chongfeng of the White Bone Hall with a single strike!

Zu Wei’s eyes darted about as the memory of his first meeting with Shen Lang surfaced in his mind.

He would never forget what had happened at the edge of the Earth Rift.

The Supreme Yin Qi—so potent that it could corrode thousands of Demon Beasts and that even the Grand Array laid down by the Elder Ancestors of the Imperial Dragon Sect could barely contain—had been completely devoured by a black-hole-like vortex Shen Lang had conjured!

That unbelievable feat was far more astounding than his fight with the Rock Demon Lord.

At this thought, Zu Wei’s eyes lit up. "Young Master Lang is utterly dominant toward his enemies, but he is no arrogant fool. On the contrary, he has always been cautious and meticulous, always planning his moves in advance!"

"Since he’s daring to do this, prepared to challenge more than ten experts all by himself, it must mean he has absolute confidence!"

"You all should know him better than I do. Don’t you have even that much faith in him?"

Feng Buping and the others looked embarrassed, lowering their heads with awkward expressions.

’It’s not that we lack confidence,’ they thought, ’it’s just that the group of experts Shen Lang is facing is absurdly powerful.’

If this group swarmed someone, even a foe as mighty as the Rock Demon Lord would likely be hacked to pieces!

Just then...

CLANG! Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, Shen Lang once again sheathed the Immortal Celestial Saber!

Just a moment ago, Gong Lanyan and the others had been worried that Shen Lang’s Physical Strength wouldn’t be enough to unleash the full power of the Immortal Celestial Saber...

And now he had just gone and put it away!

Dongfang Jian pointed at Shen Lang, a strangled sound catching in his throat, unable to speak a single word.

The experts from the various sects behind him drew in a sharp breath, their eyes bulging.

’My god,’ one thought, ’even though none of them can compare to the Rock Demon Lord individually, a swarm of ants can kill an elephant! In a situation like this, the Immortal Celestial Saber is far more destructive than his fists. Why would he...’

’Young Master Lang is too arrogant, he’s arrogance personified... Sigh, if my Lanling Sect could produce a genius like him, it would be... simply incredible...’

’Something feels off. You all think he’s at a disadvantage... but look at his aura. It’s as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple! I’m afraid he has an even greater trump card he hasn’t revealed!’

The crowd was both horrified and thrilled, every one of them staring with wide eyes, afraid to miss a single spectacular moment.

Just then, Feng Xihai of the White Bone Hall roared, "Arrogant, ignorant brat! Since you’re looking for death, don’t blame us for being ruthless! Die!"

The moment his voice fell, the Great Seal in Feng Xihai’s hand shot into the air, swelling to the size of a small mountain as it crashed down toward Shen Lang!

As the square Great Seal descended, it generated a veritable storm in the surrounding space!

Like a great ship sinking, it stirred the air into a frightening vortex!

An unparalleled, tyrannical pressure enveloped Shen Lang, threatening to smash him to dust in an instant!

"Attack!"

On the other side, Qin Yun of the Blood Wing Demon Sect roared. At almost the exact same moment Feng Xihai made his move, the long hook in his hand flared with a brilliant light as he swung it toward Shen Lang’s waist!

A seemingly unremarkable, hook-shaped ray of light flashed past. It was even faster than the Great Seal, appearing before Shen Lang in an instant!

Meanwhile, the seventeen or so surrounding experts simultaneously sealed off every escape route. The Spirit Light of their Profound Artifacts flared as they stood ready to strike, determined not to give Shen Lang any opening.

"Watch out!" Gong Lanyan shrieked from afar, seeing Shen Lang standing there, perfectly composed and motionless.

However...

Shen Lang still didn’t make a move!

SHIIIIING!

The blade of light, which seemed sharp enough to slice through space itself, slashed through Shen Lang’s waist, instantly cutting him in half!

Before anyone could cry out in alarm, the blood-red Great Seal had already slammed down. BOOM! It smashed a fifty-meter-wide crater into the ground!

Billowing clouds of dust and smoke shot into the sky!

The color instantly drained from the faces of Feng Buping and his companions!

"That’s not right!" Zu Wei exclaimed. "Look!"

Although Zu Wei said to "look," everyone was actually using their Divine Thought to perceive the scene.

Within the scope of their Divine Thought, a figure materialized out of thin air right in front of Feng Xihai!

An unscathed Shen Lang was spinning rapidly in mid-air, his legs twisting into a spiral as he kicked toward Feng Xihai like a power drill!

’Damn it, that was just an afterimage? How is that possible? How did he deceive the Divine Thought of so many of us?’

Feng Xihai’s mind raced. Shocked, he shot backward, his left hand forming a Hand Seal to recall his Bone Blood Seal while his right fist, carrying a wave of Powerful Qi, shot out toward Shen Lang’s descending feet!

At the same time, one expert from the White Bone Hall and another from the Blood Wing Demon Sect rushed in from either side, their Sword and Saber glinting as they slashed down through the air at Shen Lang.

"You’re courting death!"

As his body drilled toward Feng Xihai, Shen Lang let out a soft shout and flicked his fingers toward his flanks.

HISS! HISS!

With two soft sounds, two small yet uncanny blasts of Finger Wind shot out toward the two men who had attacked first.

Why would those two pay any mind to an attack of that level?

Instead of retreating, they pressed forward, their Sword and Saber hacking toward the blasts of Finger Wind with even greater speed!

But while the Finger Wind looked insignificant, its speed was astonishing. The moment their blades fell, the blasts of wind were already upon them!

’How is this possible!’

Shocked, the two men abruptly pulled back their weapons, holding them vertically like shields with one hand on the hilt and the other on the flat of the blade!

PFFT! PFFT!

The two unremarkable blasts of Finger Wind instantly pierced through their blades and slammed into their chests!

PTOO! PTOO!

At almost the same instant, both men coughed up a mouthful of blood as they were sent flying backward, crashing to the ground!

Under the shocked gazes of the onrushing crowd, the two men struggled to their feet, only to immediately sit down cross-legged, apparently trying to expel some kind of poison!

Not only that, a faint, greyish-black mist could be seen clinging tightly to their bodies like a malevolent Demon!

"Netherworld Qi! That Finger Wind was made of Netherworld Qi! Everyone, be careful!"

Qin Yun of the Blood Wing Demon Sect was worldly and knowledgeable; he recognized it at a glance and hastily roared a warning.

If Qin Yun had kept quiet, things might have been different. But the moment he shouted, the dozen or so charging experts instantly reversed course, scattering in all directions and leaving Feng Xihai to face Shen Lang alone...