"Your sword is good, I want it."
While Tang Jiutian, Tang Wan'er, and others were shocked by Shen Lang's suppression, Shen Lang showed no fear on his face, smiling at Tang Wuxiang and saying, "Someone told me that my swordsmanship couldn't reach its peak because I lacked a heavy sword. Now I've found it, and it's the one in your hand."
Shen Lang extended his right hand and said, "Hand over the sword in your hand with both hands, and I'll spare your life."
"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, not only Tang Wuxiang was shocked, but even Tang Jiutian and Tang Wan'er were astonished. No one expected Shen Lang to be so arrogant at this moment.
Didn't he know that his sword was broken, rendering him like a fierce tiger without fangs?
Didn't he know that he was already at a disadvantage against Tang Wuxiang's attack?
How could he still be so arrogant, so overbearing, so reckless?
"Kid, you want my sword?"
Tang Wuxiang also didn't expect Shen Lang to be so arrogant even after his sword was broken and he was forced back a dozen steps. He laughed in anger, "I can't give you my sword, but I can fulfill your wish of dying by my sword."
"Oh..."
Shen Lang heard this and smiled, "According to you, you're not giving it to me?"
"Alright, since you're not giving it, then I'll have to take it by force."
With that, Shen Lang twisted his neck, then extended both hands, stretched lazily, and said to Tang Wuxiang, "If this sword comes into my possession, I can compensate for the inadequacy of my drawing sword technique. Therefore, I'm determined to have this sword."
"If you want it, then come and take it."
Tang Wuxiang looked fearless and said, "If you can snatch this sword before you die, it's yours."
"Don't worry, I will fulfill your request."
Having said that, Shen Lang looked at Tang Wuxiang and smiled, "You were born in the Tang Sect, raised in the Tang Sect. Tell me, if you were to die by the Tang Sect's hidden weapons and poisons, how would you feel?"
"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Tang Wuxiang's expression changed, and he said, "What are you trying to say?"
"I heard that your Tang Sect has a hidden weapon launching technique called the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream, but it has been lost for eight hundred years, right?"
Shen Lang smiled, a wild and uncomfortable smile, "Today, let you descendants of the Tang Sect witness the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream, a technique lost by your ancestors."
With that, Shen Lang raised his hands. The next moment, hundreds of Five Poisons Divine Sand and dozens of Dragon Whisker Needles scattered on the ground trembled violently, then flew to Shen Lang's side, circling around him.
"Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream?"
Seeing this, Tang Jiutian was greatly alarmed and couldn't believe it.
The Tang Sect's most powerful hidden weapon technique had been lost for eight hundred years. Tang Jiutian had exhausted all his wisdom but could never replicate it, once feeling lost and dejected.
How could this kid Shen Lang know the Tang Sect's hidden weapon launching technique lost for eight hundred years?
The terror of the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream lay in its ability to launch tens of thousands of hidden weapons simultaneously, while controlling the force and trajectory of each one.
Although Shen Lang was only controlling hundreds of Five Poisons Divine Sand and dozens of Dragon Whisker Needles, this did not mean he had reached his limit. On the contrary, it was only because there were not enough hidden weapons here.
Because Shen Lang's current state was very relaxed, showing no sign of strain, clearly at ease.
"Shen Lang, why do you know our Tang Sect's Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream, lost for eight hundred years? Who exactly are you?"
Tang Jiutian's calm expression began to ripple, and he roared at Shen Lang.
"Learned it in my dreams, any problem?"
Shen Lang looked at Tang Jiutian and smiled, "Sect Master Tang, do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."
As he spoke, Shen Lang looked at Tang Wan'er, who was beautiful, fair-skinned, and elegant beside Tang Jiutian, and smiled, "I heard the Tang Sect has three sons and one daughter. I've met Tang Zixuan and Tang Qubing, two dissolute brats, not worth mentioning. As for Tang Beiming, I heard he's a prodigy, but he's rarely in the Tang Sect."
"The one beside you is your daughter, Tang Wan'er, right?"
"I heard that Tang Wan'er, as the eldest daughter of the Tang Sect, is beautiful and elegant, skilled in all arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, like a fairy from a painting. Seeing her today, she is indeed quite stunning."
"How about this, I have a proposal. Sect Master Tang, please consider it. Of course, it's not really a proposal, just a favor you can do for me. It's like this, I want to marry your daughter Tang Wan'er, and I want to be your son-in-law."
Shen Lang smiled, "I'll exchange the lost Tang Sect's Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream for this heavy sword and as a betrothal gift for marrying your daughter. What do you say?"
"You bastard—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Tang Wan'er was shocked. She never imagined that this bumpkin Shen Lang would take a liking to her and reveal his intentions so openly.
To be honest, at this moment, Tang Wan'er was very worried. She was truly afraid that Tang Jiutian would marry her to Shen Lang for the sake of the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream.
As the saying goes, Tang Jiutian valued family affection, but if it was beneficial to the Tang Sect, he would sacrifice family affection.
He was a very complex person, whose thoughts even his children could never fully understand.
Therefore, even as his own daughter, Tang Wan'er sometimes felt like she was walking on thin ice around Tang Jiutian, being extremely cautious.
"Sect Master, we cannot marry the eldest daughter to him."
Besides Tang Wan'er, there was another person whose emotions fluctuated the most, and that was Tang Wuxiang in the field.
Seeing Tang Jiutian hesitating, Tang Wuxiang hurriedly said, "This brat has mastered the Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream technique, but I can defeat him and then extract the secret manual through torture."
With that, without waiting for Tang Jiutian to speak, Tang Wuxiang let out a roar and swung his sword towards Shen Lang.
"Sect Master Tang, you can take your time to consider my words. Now, let me show you the Tang Sect's Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers Stream, lost for eight hundred years."
Facing Tang Wuxiang, who leaped forward and swung his sword down, Shen Lang showed no fear on his face.
The next second, Shen Lang waved his hands, and hundreds of Five Poisons Divine Sand and dozens of Dragon Whisker Needles shot out.
"What?"
Tang Wuxiang's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block.
However, as Tang Wuxiang's sword was raised, the Five Poisons Divine Sand, which had been directly attacking him, suddenly bypassed his front and attacked him from behind.
It was too fast, this process was practically in the blink of an eye. Tang Wuxiang could not react at all. Hundreds of Five Poisons Divine Sand and dozens of Dragon Whisker Needles struck Tang Wuxiang's back in an instant, causing him to fall heavily to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his life was extinguished.