"What?"
The slap from Shen Lang was crisp and loud, making Rong Haodong's head spin and his mind go blank.
Rong Haodong could not believe that Shen Lang, this seemingly burly young man, was the boss of Baima Club, nor could he imagine that Shen Lang would be so audacious as to strike him.
In his more than twenty years of life, he had always been the one slapping others. This was the first time he had been publicly slapped across the face.
"Young Master Rong..."
Seeing this, more than a dozen well-dressed young men and women behind Rong Haodong were filled with righteous indignation and surrounded Shen Lang.
"Kid, you dare to touch Young Master Rong. You won't leave here alive today."
Clearly, this was a circle of rich young men, and Rong Haodong was the center of this circle.
"Slap—"
Facing their threats, Shen Lang raised his hand again and slapped Rong Haodong across the face once more: "I did, and twice at that. What about it?"
Shen Lang ignored the furious dozen or so rich young men and women, and said with a smile.
"Damn it, he's going too far. Kill him!"
Seeing that Shen Lang dared to strike Rong Haodong repeatedly, the dozen or so well-dressed youths and ladies roared in anger. Then, like a pack of enraged wolves, they instantly brandished their daggers and charged at Shen Lang.
These people were sumptuously dressed and had distinguished demeanors, clearly not from ordinary families.
However, when they attacked, no one could believe they were children of wealthy families.
Because they were fierce and ruthless, like desperate fugitives who valued neither their lives nor the lives of others. The madness in their eyes told others that they did not value others' lives, and the same applied to themselves.
"Swish—"
As swift as lightning, in less than three seconds, three sharp daggers were suddenly thrust at Shen Lang.
Seeing this, Shen Lang was neither flustered nor hurried. His innate Qi instantly erupted, protecting him all around.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The three sharp daggers struck Shen Lang's protective barrier and instantly snapped.
"How... is this possible?"
Seeing a purple barrier appear around Shen Lang, and that this purple barrier had actually caused the sharp daggers to break into two pieces, the three men's eyes widened.
The remaining youths and ladies were equally incredulous upon seeing this.
It seemed too unbelievable.
However, after a moment of shock, the remaining eight or nine youths and ladies attacked simultaneously. They thrust their daggers towards Shen Lang's vital points: heart, throat, eyes, back, and waist.
But, in the very next second, all the daggers snapped upon striking Shen Lang's surrounding purple barrier, just like before.
"What's going on?"
At this scene, the dozen or so youths and ladies were instantly dumbfounded, their faces filled with terror.
And at this moment, the purple barrier around Shen Lang suddenly vanished.
However, before the dozen or so youths and ladies could feel relieved, they sensed danger.
The purple barrier around Shen Lang had disappeared, but it transformed into terrifying forces that slammed into them.
The dozen or so youths and ladies sensed danger and wanted to dodge, but the speed of these terrifying forces was too fast.
In that flash of lightning, everyone was struck in the chest by these terrifying forces. Instantly, more than a dozen people were sent flying more than ten meters like kites with broken strings, all spitting out a mouthful of blood before crashing heavily to the ground, on the verge of death.
"This..."
Rong Haodong's pupils dilated as he witnessed this scene, completely disbelieving his eyes.
He carefully sized up Shen Lang, and a question rose in his heart: Who the hell was this guy?
However, before Rong Haodong's question could be answered, Shen Lang had already charged at him.
Shen Lang was like a cheetah, his speed terrifyingly fast. Seeing this, Rong Haodong retreated repeatedly, raising his right wrist and shooting two crossbow bolts towards Shen Lang.
"Do mere crossbow bolts intend to hurt someone?"
As the crossbow bolts approached, Shen Lang caught them and crushed them with a forceful shake, mocking Rong Haodong.
However, Rong Haodong had not expected the two crossbow bolts to kill Shen Lang. The crossbow bolts were merely a diversion. Rong Haodong's true intention was to dodge behind She Po.
Rong Haodong had already witnessed Shen Lang's strength and knew he was no match for him. But She Po was different. After all, she was a top expert from Wan She Ku, one of the few old monsters left in this world.
"She Po, save me! Kill this kid!"
Having dodged behind She Po, Rong Haodong shouted.
Hearing Rong Haodong's cry for help, She Po forcefully moved her wrist, forcing Feng Yijian back three steps, and then fiercely protected Rong Haodong.
"Young Master Rong, rest assured. As long as I am here, no one will be able to harm a single hair on your head. Anyone who dares to harm you, I will tear them to shreds."
With that said, She Po's eyes turned cold, and she drew her sword and charged directly at Shen Lang.
She Po's sword was shaped like a cobra, and her swordplay was even more venomous than a cobra's. She instantly closed in on Shen Lang, her single sword transforming into dozens, and those dozens into countless venomous snakes biting towards Shen Lang.
Shen Lang did not expect such a venomous swordplay to exist in this world, and he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
For anyone else, this sword strike from She Po would have meant instant death.
But Shen Lang had been taught by the old man. If it came to martial cultivation, the old man dared to say he was the second-best in the world, and no one would dare claim to be the first.
The old man was proficient in eighteen types of weapons, and with any weapon he picked up, he was the strongest in the world. His swordsmanship, in particular, had reached a terrifying level that no one could comprehend.
The old man's sword had merged with heaven and earth. There was no sword, yet the sword was everywhere, unpredictable and unguardable.
Shen Lang had followed the old man for over ten years and had sparred with him countless times. Although he still could not avoid defeat, if the old man unleashed a thousand sword strikes, Shen Lang was at least confident of dodging one.
One in a thousand probability sounded absurd, but this was Shen Lang's greatest limit.
Because the person he faced was the old man, a monster beyond ordinary comprehension.
She Po's sword strike was exceptionally venomous. For any other person, it would have been impossible to dodge, but unfortunately, she was attacking Shen Lang.
Facing the sword strike that resembled a viper's flicking tongue, Shen Lang rapidly retreated, evading all its sharpness.
"Sword, come—"
Just as She Po was shocked that Shen Lang could evade her strike, Shen Lang shouted. Then, the Han sword in Feng Yijian's hand seemed to be summoned and flew directly towards Shen Lang.
With the Han sword in hand, Shen Lang thrust it forward.
Shen Lang's sword strike was not fast; it was even slow.
If played in a video, the speed of Shen Lang's sword strike would be like playing at eight times slow motion, allowing Feng Yijian and Yang Ce to see every detail of Shen Lang's movement.
However, with this strike, She Po's terrifying sword momentum was instantly dissolved, and all her sharp sword energy vanished.
"What..."
She Po never expected that after evading her strike, Shen Lang would counterattack so quickly. Her mind was instantly thrown into chaos.
However, in that fleeting moment of She Po's panic, Shen Lang's sword seemed to be playing at tens of times speed, flashing like lightning towards She Po.
Facing this terrifying sword strike, She Po quickly retreated.
But compared to the speed of this strike, her speed was too slow.
As soon as She Po had the thought of retreating, the sword had already pierced her sword-wielding wrist.
With her wrist pierced, She Po's snake sword fell to the ground with a clatter, followed by a cry of pain.
"She Po..."
Seeing that She Po's wrist had been pierced by Shen Lang's sword, Rong Haodong's face turned pale with disbelief, and he cried out.