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

Chapter 344 Sweeping Through the Tang Clan
May I come in?
This person is surprisingly polite!
Grandma Tang was a little stunned, then chuckled and said, "Distinguished guest, please come in!"

"Okay, thank you," the man said with a smile.

With a creak, the moon door was pushed open by two fair and beautiful hands.

A young man in white robes walked in with a graceful air, his features exquisite and his face smiling.

The visitor was none other than Ren Shaoyang, who was looking for trouble with the Tang Clan.

Ren Jianshen!
He glanced at the crowd who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, then looked at the somber-faced Old Madam Tang and said loudly, "Ren greets Old Madam Tang."

Grandma Tang stared at Ren Shaoyang for a long time, then suddenly said, "Mr. Ren, is that the 'White-Clad Sword God' from thirty years ago?"

These words were quite unexpected, leaving the Tang Clan disciples present astonished, wondering why she brought this up.

But then she continued, "According to my husband, the 'White-Clad Sword God' has always directly offended the source, which is why those in power are wary of him." She then gave Ren Shaoyang another deep look, "Indeed, his reputation is well-deserved."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "Grandma Tang, you understand me quite well?"

"You can't be ignorant," sighed Grandma Tang. "The greatest assassin of all time, who killed Cai Jing first and then Wanyan Jue, who wouldn't be afraid?"

She rambled on and on, deliberately delaying the time. Ren Shaoyang knew this perfectly well and smiled, "Since you know my style, please don't disappoint me."

Grandma Tang smiled and said, "How can I not disappoint Sword Master Ren?"

"Spring is in full bloom, and the peach blossoms are fragrant." Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly. "I will take your life and bury you in this garden full of spring."

"This is a romantic thing, don't disappoint me."

Grandma Tang glanced at Ren Shaoyang again, her expression complex and unreadable. The aloof, white-robed man opposite her looked so much like him.

"Insanity!"

However, Tang Cibei could no longer restrain himself. Seeing Ren Shaoyang insulting Old Madam Tang, he immediately shouted and threw an axe.

The Tang Clan has two unique skills created by Old Madam Tang: "Splashed Ink Freehand Brushwork" and "Leaving Blank Space for Small Poems".

Tang Cibei used the "Ink-Splashing Divine Axe"!
Similarly, dozens of Tang Clan experts behind them also fired small arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," hundreds of small arrows flew away.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was enveloped in arrows, as if a sudden downpour had struck.

However, no matter how heavy the rain was, it could not conceal the terrifying power of Tang Cibei's flying axe.

Faced with this scene, Ren Shaoyang remained unmoved, only his sleeves fluttering.

"boom!"

A tremendous force erupted forth, formless and intangible, stirring up a raging storm out of nowhere.

The rain of arrows and the flying axes mixed in with them suddenly stopped, then frantically gathered together, spinning and rotating, and in a short time transformed into a giant wooden ball, floating in the air and spinning wildly.

"How can it be?!"

Tang Cibei stared in horror, his eyes wide with rage, while the members of the Tang Clan screamed in terror.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Grandma Tang suddenly screamed, then jumped out of the crowd, raised her arms, and shielded everyone behind her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Just then, with a "whoosh," the wooden ball flew into the air, accompanied by a strong and fierce gust of wind.

Old Mrs. Tang said angrily, "Fine! Don't blame me for using all my tricks!" Without moving her body, she suddenly swung her hand out with a palm strike.

But instead of striking with her palm, she struck with a "flower".

This is a "flower" hidden weapon, because the hidden weapon is a flower.

A real flower, stunningly beautiful, with five petals, delicate and vibrant.

Normally, a flower like this would wither and fall if the wind blew it away.

However, with the support of Old Lady Tang's extremely powerful internal energy, it became harder than metal and sharper than divine weapons.

It drifted away as the wooden ball hurtled through the air.

boom!
Sparks flew as the wooden ball collided with the flower.

In an instant, a rain of fire erupted between the two, falling endlessly.

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that Ren Shaoyang would possess such supernatural abilities, capable of contending with the flowers in Old Madam Tang's hand. It was truly unbelievable.

Because this flower has a name.

Its name is "Tang Flower".

"Tang Flower" is one of the three ultimate hidden weapons of the Tang Clan. Originally made of metal, it took decades to create.

However, Old Madam Tang's martial arts skills were extremely high. She could kill 99% of the masters in the martial arts world simply by using her internal energy to drive the real flower. She was invincible!

Unexpectedly, their encounter with Ren Shaoyang ended in failure.

Suddenly, Old Mrs. Tang cried out in alarm, "Little..."

What's small?
Why was the usually dignified and elegant old lady so terrified?
What is she going to say?
Everyone's thoughts froze for a moment as a figure descended from mid-air, a long sword flying like a startled rainbow.

A scream rang out as the first dozen or so people were simultaneously cut in half at the waist, blood gushing forth and corpses scattered all over the courtyard.

Tang Cibei was filled with rage. With a whoosh, an axe flew out from his right sleeve. But that wasn't all. With another whoosh, a small arrow exploded from his right foot.

The ax roared angrily.

The arrow hissed sharply.

He has mastered the Tang Clan's secret techniques of "splashed ink freehand brushwork" and "leaving blank space for small poems".

Such powerful hidden weapons are difficult for even the eight Heavenly Kings of the Power Gang, the two Divine Lords of the Yangtze River Waterway, or the Seven Elders to withstand head-on; they can only dodge them.

However, to sum it up, he was facing Ren Jianshen.

A swordsman no less skilled than Guan Qi back in the day!
Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his figure changed, and he vanished like smoke in a flash.

Seize it!

The throwing axe and the small arrow were stuck in the ground.

bass!
A deep blue sword blade flew out, appearing suddenly before Tang Cibei like a cold star.

Tang Cibei was shocked and quickly drew out a small axe to parry the attack.

With a thud, Tang Cibei felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if stabbed by needles or knives, and let out a muffled groan.

With a whoosh, the blade reversed direction and drew an arc again.

Tang Cibei took the call again, but his chest was already aching terribly.

Ren Shaoyang didn't stop and rushed towards him. More than ten people next to him suddenly fell over, their necks split open, and blood gushed out.

It was clear that he was killed by him with an extremely fast sword strike during the attack.

Seeing Ren Shaoyang leap several feet away, seemingly floating in the air like a phantom, Tang Cibei hurriedly shouted to the Tang Clan disciples, "Take the old lady away! Quickly go to the dungeon to fetch the old master!"

The Tang Clan disciples had not expected Ren Shaoyang to have such unpredictable methods. Half of their brothers were killed or injured in an instant. In a panic, they hurriedly hugged Old Madam Tang and ran towards the backyard.

Ren Shaoyang flashed over and slashed down with his sword.

Tang Cibei raised his axe to block the attack, and with a loud thud, a spurt of blood shot from his chest. He had been struck in the heart by the "Sword Gu" and immediately collapsed to the ground. His disciples tried to help him, but Ren Shaoyang remained motionless, like a mountain, and casually flicked his wrist.

Tang Cibei's body suddenly flew up, crashing down like a catapult.

The Tang Clan disciples were unable to dodge in time and their brains splattered everywhere from the impact.

Ren Shaoyang moved swiftly through the crowd, like a streak of light cutting through waves, heading straight for Old Mrs. Tang.

With a series of swift sword strikes, Tang Cibei and others were severed at the waist, their blood splattering on the ground like ink.

Amidst the swirling sword light reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun, blood splattered, and severed limbs fell one after another.

Suddenly.

The courtyard was quiet.

It was as if the hurricane had suddenly disappeared, or as if we had stumbled into the eye of the hurricane.

This brief moment of tranquility.

The calm before the storm.

Old Mrs. Tang shielded the remaining dozen or so disciples, who were trembling like quails, behind her.

As the white-robed figure approached, she raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "His reputation is well-deserved."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "You shouldn't have provoked me."

Old Mrs. Tang's face darkened, she snorted coldly, and shouted, "How was I supposed to know you would be so vicious?"

As soon as he spoke, the people behind him all showed expressions of grief and indignation.

Yes.

Who would be tested and then immediately be sent to wipe out the entire family?

What's the difference between this and playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) where if you play three cards and the opponent immediately plays a royal flush?

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "I don't know in this life, but I'll be careful in the next." With that, he slightly bent his arm, ready to draw his sword.

"Wait a minute!"

Grandma Tang raised her hand and said, "You cannot draw your sword!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "Why?"

Grandma Tang said slowly, "Because you've been hit by the 'Joyful Wind'!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and said, "Back then, even Wei Qingqing couldn't resist the 'Exhilarating Wind'?"

“That’s right!” Old Mrs. Tang flicked her sleeve and smiled slightly. “Look around.”

Ren Shaoyang, sword in hand, surveyed the surroundings with disdain.

As dusk fell, the sunlight streaming down had unknowingly draped itself in a layer of subtle, dazzling brilliance.

At this moment, there were no birdsong, no insect chirping, and even the peach blossoms on the tree had withered.

Similarly, as soon as Old Madam Tang finished speaking, the Tang Clan disciples behind her trembled, a hint of fear showing in their eyes.

"What a delightful breeze!"
This is a unique and deadly poison that has never been seen in the martial arts world in the past century.

As long as there is wind, poison can be administered.

This poison is transmitted by wind, dissolves in water, hides in fire, kills instantly upon entering the throat, and explodes upon contact with heat.

Back then, when Wei Qingqing was being hunted down by Zhang Hou of Huaiyin, it was because the "Exhilarating Wind" was too terrifying, forcing him into a desperate situation, which aroused his will to resist and thus made him an unparalleled grandmaster.

Now, the "Kuai Zai Feng" has been reborn.

Ren Shaoyang remained standing in place, his body surging with black energy, his form as solid as a rock.

But the remaining Tang Clan disciples couldn't take it anymore.

With a series of thuds, the people around Old Lady Tang all lay down on their backs, their faces turning seven-colored, dying with smiles on their faces.

His death was truly "quick and easy".

Old Mrs. Tang's face was ashen. After a long silence, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "Even the refreshing wind couldn't poison you?"

Ren Shaoyang honestly said, "Originally, my 'Great Vajra Divine Power' was most afraid of poison."

"It seems you've had a remarkable encounter," Old Mrs. Tang sighed.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "Not much, not much." He held up his thumb and forefinger, making a gesture of a universe at his fingertips, "Just a little bit of progress."

Is this even a tiny bit?

Old Mrs. Tang raised her eyebrows sharply, about to refute, when suddenly she heard six long howls.

"Look!"

"listen!"

"smell!"

"feel!"

"tongue!"

"think!"

Swish swish swish swish swish~!

Six old men suddenly appeared beside Grandma Tang. They were all white-haired, with dim eyesight, toothless, and hunched over.

But Ren Shaoyang's expression changed for the first time, and he said, word by word, "The Six Senses of the Tang Clan?"

"That's right! We are the Six Senses of the Tang Clan!"

The group of old men said in unison.

They moved in perfect unison, as if by one person, with a thunderous roar.

It even caused the "exhilarating wind" to scatter in all directions.

"Interesting, interesting."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, revealing what was in his palm.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the swordsman's palm was illuminated, where an iron cone lay.

"What is this?" Old Mrs. Tang opened her mouth wide, staring at the bright blue iron cone, her breathing becoming rapid.

This iron cone exudes an indescribable murderous aura, as if it were stained with the blood of thousands of people!

"Today, I, Ren, will use my 'divine sword' to capture the dragon and witness just how powerful the Tang Clan's Six Senses, led by Old Madam Tang, truly are!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and tightened his grip on his palm.

In an instant, a blue light shot out, followed by a second and a third.
In the blink of an eye, six sword blades appeared, surrounding him and spinning freely, like a peacock spreading its tail.

(End of this chapter)