Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 189 Poisonous Hand Qian Luo
Although the old man was seriously injured, he had profound internal strength and superb crutch skills. With a sweep, the power of his waist was transmitted to the crutch, and the end of the crutch immediately weighed more than a thousand pounds.

With a loud "whoosh," the iron crutch arrived with a fierce gust of wind, its momentum wild and unrestrained, yet skillful and swift—truly formidable!
"Are you looking for death?"

Ren Shaoyang flicked his hand, and blue light pulsed from his palm.

The old man was caught off guard by this turn of events. He suddenly saw a blue light before his eyes, and countless lights and shadows shot towards him. A familiar fear gripped his heart, and he couldn't help but tremble.

No, I just escaped from Lang Fanyun, and I still have more than a dozen sword wounds on my chest from his casual act. How could I possibly run into a swordsman who is almost as good as him on the street?

The old man screamed in terror, frantically retaliating with his iron crutch. But the moment the sword light made contact, his hand went numb, and the crutch nearly slipped from his grasp. He exclaimed inwardly, "Something's wrong! This person's strength is even greater than Lang Fanyun's!"

A series of crisp, shattering sounds, like jade breaking and gold being shattered, rang out.

The iron crutch had been cut into countless iron ingots, the cut surfaces smooth, each piece reflecting the bright moonlight, scattered in all directions.

The old man shuddered violently, blood gushing from his chest like ink spilled from a fountain. He slid off his horse as if he had no bones left in his body and collapsed to the ground.

"Old Ge!"

The young man with the severed hand who had been watching the show behind him suddenly changed his expression and charged forward with dozens of black riders behind him.

"Ouch!"

Fat Tiger roared and charged forward with Red Sleeve.

The young man with the missing hand was startled: "Wait, where did this striped tiger come from? I didn't even see it!"

Just as the two sides were about to make contact, a voice was heard from afar.

"stop!"

As he spoke, a person slowly emerged from the opposite ravine.

Although it was dark at this moment, the moonlight was bright and clear. In the distance, Yuezhou City was brightly lit and bustling with people. On the distant river, a melodious boat song drifted gently.

A gust of wind swept by, causing the man's black robe to cling tightly to his body, outlining his robust physique.

This man had a thin and pale face, and his high, slightly hooked nose was very eye-catching. As he walked, even the waves of Dongting Lake were swept up in a strange ripple.

He took a step forward and suddenly appeared, blocking the path of the one-handed youth and the others.

The one-armed youth and the black-clad knight shouted simultaneously, "Lord of the City!"

The hook-nosed man waved his hand slightly, glanced at the old man lying on the ground, his gaze sharpened slightly, and he slowly said, "Help Old Ge up and treat his injuries."

"Yes!" Several knights in black clasped their hands in a fist and bowed, and hurriedly went to help the old man.

After giving his instructions, the man with the hooked nose turned around, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and slowly scanned Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu.

Instantly, a vast and overwhelming aura pressed down upon us.

After a long pause, he looked at Ding'an, who had emerged from the carriage, and slowly said, "My name is Qian Luo. My subordinates acted without thinking. I apologize to you all." He then cupped his hands in apology.

The visitor was none other than the powerful and influential master of Qianluo Mountain City, known as "Poison Hand" Qianluo, who commanded respect throughout the Yellow River basin.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him and smiled, "I accept your apology."

"what?"

"What an arrogant brat, how dare he be so rude!"

The young man with the severed hand flew into a rage, and the many black riders behind him also rose up in indignation.

Although Qian Luo looks to be in his thirties, he has been famous for a long time and is probably no less than sixty years old.

Even before Lang Fanyun rose to prominence, he was already the most renowned master on the "Black List," hailed as an invincible underworld giant. His "Qianluo Mountain City" boasted an extremely powerful force, dominating the north and being one of the three major underworld sects in the martial arts world.

Although they now led Ge Ba, known as "Heartbreaker," and Xie Qianpan, known as "Throat-Sealing Blade," along with nearly a hundred elite subordinates to launch a surprise attack on Nujiao Island, they were instead utterly defeated by Lang Fanyun alone, and fled in disarray (laughs).

But he is still one of the strongest masters in the world!

How dare this man in white robes on the donkey cart be so arrogant?
Qian Luo was also seething with anger. He stared at Ren Shaoyang with icy eyes, like a pair of snake eyes, and continued, "However, even if my subordinates make some mistakes, it should be my responsibility to punish them. Your actions are too harsh, aren't they?"

"Easy to say."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, jumped off the donkey cart, pointed his long sword diagonally, and strolled towards Qianluo.

Qian Luo's expression changed slightly. He was surrounded by dozens of elite subordinates who were on high alert, intentionally or unintentionally protecting him. Logically speaking, he should have felt extremely safe.

But when the white-robed figure with a sword came towards him, Qianluo felt a strange aura fill the heavens and earth. For a moment, the stars in the sky seemed to brighten up and form a net with the earth beneath his feet, which then collapsed with a crash!

Qian Luo's expression changed further, his gray-brown eyes fixed on Ren Shaoyang's feet, keenly noticing that every step Ren Shaoyang took was remarkably the same distance, without the slightest difference.

broken!

This person is a master!
Ren Shaoyang stopped in front of him, one hand on his hip, and sneered, "Mountain Master Qian, do you want me to give you an explanation?"

Qian Luo slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, a half-smile on his face, and said, "If there is no explanation, I'm afraid I won't be able to convince the public."

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, and the sword, reflecting the moonlight, appeared even more blue and shimmering, truly mystical. He laughed loudly, "What explanation do you want?"

Qian Luo stared intently at the Dragon-Capturing Sword in his hand and said coldly, "Your Excellency also possesses remarkable skills. I am a person who appreciates talent. Why don't you come to my mountain city, drink and make merry, and turn hostility into friendship?"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "Another 'turn swords into plowshares'? It sounds disgusting."

Qian Luo's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Back then in Jingzhou, some people said that a lot of people died."

“That’s right,” Hongxiu nodded. “Luoyang is one too.” Ding’an chuckled. “Wudang is one too.”

White donkey: "Hold on!"

Listening to them talking nonsense, even the donkey was braying.

Qian Luo's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Sir, I respected you as someone important and originally intended to treat you sincerely. Now, it's just that you didn't know what was good for you."

"Bullshit!" Ding An spat. "What haven't we 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' seen? You, a mere little mountain city lord, dare to threaten us?"

Qian Luo snorted coldly and said loudly, "This brat is not worth discussing things with!"

"Um," Hongxiu suddenly raised her hand and said, "Grandpa, you're quite badly injured right now. If you really fight us, won't you be at a disadvantage?"

"You think I'd suffer a loss?" Qian Luo's eyes widened, and he laughed loudly, "I'm just being polite to you because I admire your talent. I've been famous for thirty years, and I learned internal strength before I even learned to walk. How can you compare to me?"

Hongxiu added, "Then please don't say we're bullying an old person!"

Qian Luo laughed again, looking up at the sky: "Little girl, based on what you just said, I, Qian, will let you go."

"Really?" Hongxiu stuck out her tongue and laughed. "Then I should thank the old man for sparing my life, right?"

Qian Luo's smile faded, and he turned to look at the white-robed man, saying indifferently, "Unfortunately, of the three, I can only let go of that lovely girl."

Ren Shaoyang gently stroked the sword blade and smiled, "Alright, let's see how you 'won't let me go'."

Another gust of wind swept in, and suddenly the sound of metal clanging rang out!

"Come die!"

Suddenly, a long spear appeared in Qianluo's hand behind his back, shooting out diagonally towards Ren Shaoyang's lower abdomen.

This thrust, though delayed, arrived first, graceful and fluid, incorporating techniques of entangling, sliding, and lifting within a single move, like a dragon breaking through the mist, its tail moving and its head swaying, displaying a rich and varied style.

The crowd behind him cheered loudly as they saw his powerful and unyielding movements during the attack.

Just as the Qianluo spear swept through the air with the force of thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang burst into laughter: "Excellent spear and staff! Truly living up to your reputation!"

A sharp "whoosh" rang out.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared on the shore of Dongting Lake.

Ta-da!

The sounds of swords and spears clashing and striking each other rang out rapidly and in a chaotic, almost continuous din, making the eardrums of the men in black ache.

Suddenly, a harmonious note rang out, rising abruptly to a high pitch, like an angry arrow shooting into the sky.

"when!!!"

Those far away covered their ears, while those nearby felt as if they had been punched in the chest, and they all coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The sound suddenly fell silent.

Two figures stood side by side, silent and still.

The moon casts a lonely shadow, the lake ripples, and the sound of the tide rising and falling only serves to highlight the silence on both sides.

Ren Shaoyang, holding the sword's edge, suddenly smiled and said, "The rivers and lakes are vast and the waters are deep; life is like a fleeting dream, with no clear direction." He raised his sharp eyebrows and gazed at the motionless Qian Luo. "Mountain Master Qian, did you foresee that today you would not only break your invincible body, but suffer two consecutive defeats?"

Qianluo didn't reply. Blood spurted from his mouth, shoulder, chest, arms, and thighs, but he ignored it and stared blankly at the cracks in the spear in his hand.

The people behind him were also shocked and could hardly believe it. They all thought, "We thought Lang Fanyun was invincible, but we didn't expect that someone is no less powerful than him. Who is this person?"

After pondering for a long time, Qian Luo suddenly said, "Life is like a fleeting river, with no idea where east or west lies. Where are you headed, sir?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "Regardless of north or south, the road ahead is the right one!"

Qian Luo was startled and looked up sharply. Under the soft moonlight, he saw a white figure standing tall and graceful, with an air of divine elegance.

"Your Excellency is so reckless; are you not afraid of the Eight Sects Alliance, the experts on the Black List?" He paused, then continued, "Even Lang Fanyun and Pang Ban?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The world is vast; if we encounter each other, why should we avoid their sharp edge?"

Qian Luo's voice changed, and he cupped his hands and asked, "What is your honorable surname, sir?"

"My name is Ren Shaoyang."

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, turned and walked towards the donkey cart, replying in a calm tone, "Mountain Master Qian, you are quite respectful to us. Of course, this magnanimity also saved you. Don't block the way!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the donkey cart came speeding over.

Whoops!

None of the men in black dared to speak, and they dispersed to both sides like waves parting.

The donkey cart sped away.

The girl riding the tiger followed behind, smiling sweetly at Qian Luo: "Grandpa, go back and take good care of your injuries. Once you're healed, your martial arts will improve greatly!" With that, the tiger roared and chased after the donkey cart.

Everyone present watched the donkey cart and the tiger disappear into the distance, their faces paling and speechless.

After a long silence, Qianluo coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Feeling much better, he sighed, "Damn it, how did these three things suddenly appear in the martial arts world?"

(End of this chapter)