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

Chapter 346 The Decline of the Tang Clan (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Just as the little beggar and Ding'an were about to go to "Yigong Pavilion" for their appointment.

Ren Shaoyang, on the other hand, was going to use six sword blades to fight against the "Six Senses of the Tang Clan" led by Old Madam Tang.

These "Six Senses of the Tang Clan" are usually inconspicuous and are actually six Tang Clan assassins who have been guarding Wuqing underground for many years.

Later, Xiao Qiushui, at the peak of his martial arts prowess, stormed into the Tang Clan and fought a life-or-death battle with Old Madam Tang.

The six senses of the Tang Clan rushed forward, each restraining one of Xiao Qiushui's limbs, trapping her in the Tang Clan dungeon.

Xiao Qiushui was unable to break free and was trapped for a full ten years! (P.S.: Not eating, drinking, defecating, or urinating for ten years—what else could Xiao Qiushui be but a deity?)

Of course, a large part of the reason why Xiao Qiushui was unable to escape was that the traps set by Wuqing were too powerful.

Actually, there's an even bigger reason.

That is the Tang Clan's Six Senses Trapping Formation, which is very likely an adaptation of the "Six Harmonies Azure Dragon Formation" from back then by Wuqing!

After all, this was a formation created by Wei Qingqing herself, and the Four Constables had personally experienced it during the battle at Sweet Mountain!

As Ren Shaoyang watched, sword blades flew around him, growing endlessly. The azure sword body was corroded by black, turning completely black, without a trace of light.

At this moment, the sky was dark and the moon had not yet risen.

Ren Shaoyang's white clothes were striking, but the surrounding black sword blades blended in with the light, covering the sky and the earth.

He placed one hand on his hip and looked at the crowd: "All of you, come at me together."

Tang Kan, the eldest of the Six Senses of the Tang Clan, spat and said, "You think you're worthy of Old Madam Tang's help?" He stepped forward.

Grandma Tang stopped him, saying, "This man is ruthless, and that Dragon-Capturing Sword is the most exquisite sword in the world. We must not be careless!" Turning to Ren Shaoyang, she slowly said, "Tang Liexiang of the Tang Clan, I'd like to learn from the White-Clad Divine Sword!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at her, nodded, and said, "Where is your weapon?"

With a flick of her sleeves, two white shadows flew out from the cuffs: "Here they are."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Silk?"

With a flick of her wrists, the silk threads suddenly gathered and transformed into two gleaming white longswords.

She picked up the silkworm silk sword, clashed them together, producing a metallic sound, and laughed, "One of the three treasures of the Tang Clan, it's called the 'Silkworm Flower Sword'."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said loudly, "That's creative." He turned to look at Tangmen Liushi, "What about yours?"

Tang Kan: "I am the master."

Tang Ting: "I am the sword."

Tang Wen: "I am fist."

Tang Gan: "I am a leg."

Tang She: "I am a chess piece."

Tang Si: "I am poison."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Your martial arts setup is exactly the same as the 'Six Harmonies Azure Dragon' back then."

Tang stepped forward, and the others followed suit, protecting Old Madam Tang.

He sneered, "We're not those useless 'Six Harmonies Azure Dragon' gang! And Old Madam Tang is no match for Yuan Shisanxian!"

Ren Shaoyang remained silent, only glancing at him sideways.

bass!
Two dark figures flashed by in the night.

Tang's face turned pale quickly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Before anyone could react, Old Mrs. Tang shouted, "Take him back!"

"puff!"

Tang coughed up blood, his eyes rolled back, but he couldn't look away.

The remaining people gasped and quickly pulled him away, preventing him from being "stared" to death.

The energy emanating from Ren Shaoyang's eyes was "Sword Aura." However, enhanced by "Mixed Sword Qi," it was invisible and shadowless in the darkness, yet its sharpness was fully revealed, and its power was greatly increased.

If Tang Kan hadn't possessed profound internal strength, and if the others hadn't rescued him so quickly, his eyeballs would have exploded if he'd only looked at him once more!

"What a madman, daring to launch a sneak attack!"

With a sharp shout, Old Mrs. Tang waved her sleeves, and two white figures, swift as lightning, attacked through the air.

At the same time, the five members of the Tang Clan's Six Senses breathed out loudly, held hands, and leaped into the air.

His entire body was enveloped in true energy, and in the darkness, he seemed like a beam of wisdom that crashed straight towards Ren Shaoyang.

The five people flew in, their true energy surging and shining brightly. This light also activated the "Silkworm Flower Sword," illuminating the entire area with a bright white glow.

In an instant, it was as if a ray of wisdom had fallen directly to the earth, with astonishing force.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up as he made a sword incantation with his hands.

Swish, brush, brush!
Six sword blades shot out, like octopus tentacles, twisting and stabbing incessantly.

The Tang Clan members and Qin Long closed in on each other, like two great comets streaking across the sky.

The two sides made slight contact.

It emitted a soft buzzing sound, and then suddenly burst forth with light!

A deafening roar, like the thunder of a bronze bell, filled the air.

The next moment, the immense force struck, and Ren Shaoyang and the Tang Clan members were sent flying backward.

However, just as he reached mid-air, Ren Shaoyang's voice echoed leisurely, like the tip of a whip, and suddenly burst out with a loud bang, appearing in front of Old Madam Tang!
Grandma Tang was startled as she watched six sword blades arc towards her. She immediately lightly touched the ground with her toes, gracefully retreated, twisted her body in mid-air, and swept away the silken threads.

With a flick of the blade, and a few hissing sounds, the two strands of silk were severed by the divine sword.

Grandma Tang remained expressionless. With her fingers spread apart, she flicked her wrists, and the remaining silk threads suddenly bent, bypassing the six swords, and stabbed towards Ren Shaoyang with a hiss.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, and before the silk thread could penetrate deeper, it was severed by his sword.

Although the Silkworm Flower Sword is one of the three treasures of the Tang Clan, it has been imbued with the "Splashed Ink Freehand Divine Skill" by Old Madam Tang, making it capable of cutting through gold and jade.

But when it encounters the "Divine Sword" that captures the dragon, it is like ice and snow melting away in an instant, just as ice and snow melt away in fire.

It can only be said that even the most exquisite treasures have their differences!
The two exchanged blows, and Old Mrs. Tang was slightly at a disadvantage. Ren Shaoyang looked at the silkworm silk scattered on the ground and said calmly, "Your swordsmanship is lacking."

Grandma Tang smiled slightly and said, "Then let's look at this!" She pursed her lips and let out a long whistle, then swept her sleeves, "Silkworm Spring Rain!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

Then, the silk threads on the ground shot up into the sky, piercing through the air, swish, swish, swish, like a spring night's drizzle, shooting towards them in clusters!

The silkworm silk sometimes straight, sometimes curved, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard as steel wire, sometimes soft as flowing water, with endless variations.

In the darkness of night, the silver light flashed and disappeared, and the rustling sound was like falling rain, truly deserving of the name "spring rain".

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, and one of his six sword blades split off, sweeping away the flower and stirring up a gust of wind. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and people could hardly see him. The fine threads that passed by were broken into pieces and scattered in all directions.

The remaining five swords suddenly extended to meet the incoming "Tang Clan Six Senses".

Ren Shaoyang stood rooted to the spot, a constant rustling sound emanating from his body, sparks flickering and swirling around him.

Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Tang's expression was solemn, and her movements became faster and faster. Her hands flew up and down, and the silk threads danced like lightning. Her feet moved in a dance-like manner, and her footwork was mysterious and unpredictable.

Ren Shaoyang could tell that she possessed an extremely exquisite technique in her every move. The direction of her palm wind forced his sword strike into a slight opening, and silkworm threads slipped in through the gap, sharp as steel needles and dense as thorns.

If it weren't for the relentless, lightning-fast strikes of his "Flowing Wine Sword," she would surely have been riddled with holes. The next moment, Ren Shaoyang and the Tang Clan members shouted, their attacks growing even faster, transforming into seven shadowy figures, ghostly and elusive, appearing and disappearing into the night.

In a moment, seven figures unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, disappearing into a cloud of smoke woven from soft silk.

A moment later, the white figure revealed six streaks of black light, and suddenly hundreds of swords appeared.

The two sides have been separated and reunited many times, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang, amidst the high speed and with his clothes fluttering, faced the various forces coming at him and sighed softly: "You are still lacking in experience compared to yourselves a few years from now."

A few years later?
Cooking temperature?
What nonsense are you spouting!

The six members of the Tang Clan clenched their fists and rushed forward.

Although they were unarmed, they had transformed into six different weapons, shouting incessantly, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, deafening and awe-inspiring.

They stood in one direction according to the six directions, with their hands facing inward and their feet facing outward, forming a circle with their feet neither pointing inward nor outward.

But then one could hear the clamor of footsteps and the shifting formations. With the Three Powers as the framework and the Five Elements as the details, the six senses and energies of the Tang Clan were intertwined, shining brightly in the night sky.

The encirclement tightened further and further.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "Interesting."

With a flick of his sword, a vast expanse of sword energy appeared, forming six dark spheres that obscured the stars and moon, churning and rolling, compressing the white light condensed from the six senses of the Tang Clan to a mere two feet in diameter.

At this moment, the strongest formation in this world met the strongest divine weapon in another world. They clashed head-on, sparks flying everywhere.

Old Mrs. Tang's eyes darted around, and she suddenly took a step forward, arriving at the side of the void. Hundreds of fine threads, like a gentle rain, rained down on him from all directions.

Ren Shaoyang shouted: "Black-level Floating Pagoda!"

With a flick of his left palm, black evil energy surged forth, and six sword blades intertwined in mid-air, yin and yang interacting and resonating with each other. True energy coalesced into a ball, whistling and spinning, its sound like wind and thunder.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and sand and dust flew everywhere.

The wind and sand swirled around Ren Shaoyang, like a raging dragon rising, interspersed with dark sword light, crisscrossing and intertwining, like black lightning bolts darting about.

"Watch out! Uh!"

Tang Si's shouts abruptly stopped.

A small, scarlet mouth appeared between his eyebrows. His body swayed, and with a thud, he fell backward.

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that Ren Shaoyang would use such domineering skills to not only break the Silkworm Flower Sword but also kill Tang Si.

"Damn it!"

The sound of swords clashing echoed through the valley.

A soft laugh startled everyone, and then the sandstorm raged, and the shadows of swords loomed large.

Like a colossal monster, it surged and expanded, its mouth gaping wide, swallowing up the six senses of the Tang Clan one by one.

Seeing this strange sight, Old Mrs. Tang stared in disbelief and cried out in a shrill voice, "Stop!" She swung her hands violently, and arrows shot out of the air, raining down on the cloud of smoke.

The hidden arrows shot into the smoke and dust, clanging and tinkling as if they had struck many rocks.

"The Tang Clan is finished!"

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed, and Ren Shaoyang appeared outside the smoke and dust, reaching out his hand abruptly.

Grandma Tang instantly turned her head to avoid it, and a sharp pain shot through the outside of her neck. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her throat would have been ripped open.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled softly, slowly disappearing into the smoke and dust, and then the black light rose again.

"Puff puff!"

The sounds of flesh being pierced echoed one after another, accompanied by incessant screams, chilling the heart to the bone.

Blood splattered, splashing outwards in tiny specks.

The blossoms falling on Old Mrs. Tang's white palace dress were like peach blossoms in spring, dazzling and breathtaking.

Suddenly, the smoke and dust dissipated.

A figure stood there.

Old Mrs. Tang stared intently, her heart pounding with fear.

"Tick-tock tick-tock~"

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, pooling into a pool of blood.

Ren Shaoyang stood tall and imposing, surveying the surroundings with disdain, beneath his feet lay the "Six Senses of the Tang Clan," each with a different death.

The six men had sword wounds appearing on their foreheads, eyes, temples, chests, mouths, and ears in that order.

It was clearly Ren Jianshen who assassinated them one by one according to their names during the high-speed battle.

now.

His expression remained indifferent, inspiring awe and giving the impression that he was not human, but a vengeful ghost or god of death.

Looking at the tragically deceased "Six Senses of the Tang Clan," Old Mrs. Tang felt a sudden sense of powerlessness. Looking around, the once bustling and prosperous Tang Clan was now a place littered with corpses and ruins.

In an instant, wrinkles appeared on Old Mrs. Tang's face, and she looked old. With a thud, she knelt down on the ground.

He said in a daze, "Kill me, kill me!"

"it is good."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, picked up his sword, and strode away.

You're asking for death, I'll grant your wish.

This is the compassion of me, Ren Shaoyang!

Just then, two clear "zhengzheng" sounds were heard, followed by a long string vibrato, which suddenly rose high and lingered for a long time before falling back down.

Ren Shaoyang frowned.

Grandma Tang suddenly looked up: "Ya Yu!"

Rumble!
A strong wind swept through the courtyard, scattering peach blossoms across the ground and breaking several branches from the peach tree.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and the sky and earth changed color.

Then a large hole appeared in the ground, and Old Mrs. Tang fell through it.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was in a mess, with only the dark, gaping sinkhole in the middle visible between heaven and earth.

Ren Shaoyang stared intently at the sinkhole, his face expressionless.

Just then, a voice, not young but still cold and sharp, came from the sinkhole.

"White-robed Sword God, if you don't mind, please come to the dungeon for a chat."

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "Is it the Heartless Master?"

The voice chuckled: "It's been a long time since anyone called me ruthless."

He sighed deeply, "Old friends are like fallen leaves in the wind, only drifting away. Now that my days are numbered, to see old friends fills my heart with boundless joy. I have prepared some wine, let us enjoy ourselves together!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Good. I didn't get to see you back in Tianshan, but I'm happy to see you at Tangmen!"

A white shadow flashed and plunged into the sinkhole.
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P.S.: Two chapters, 8k words each. Originally, it was going to be split into three chapters, but I'm posting it as two chapters.

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