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

Chapter 394 Duan Lang's Death
As Ren Shaoyang descended the mountain, it was nearly evening, and a light rain began to fall, gently washing away the dust and impurities of life.

They traveled north and arrived at the Yuelai Inn in Tianyin City.

The waiter remembered him well and quickly stepped forward to greet him: "Sir, you've arrived?"

"Ha, bring on the drinks and food, I'm starving!"

"Alright!" The waiter nodded and bowed, then paused and asked, "Don't you need an extra one?"

"Hmm?" Ren Shaoyang looked at him.

The waiter said with a smile, "If that gentleman in the red robe who is with you comes later, we can take good care of him."

"no need."

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, his tone as usual, "He's not coming."

"Ah, oh!"

The waiter was quick-witted and understood what Shao Yang meant in a moment. Without saying anything more, he nodded and bowed and left.

Ren Shaoyang sat in the lobby, poured himself some tea, and gulped down a whole pot before he was finally quenched his thirst.

He thought to himself, "That's strange. Why aren't Ding'an and the little beggar here? Could something have happened to the white donkey?" Then he thought again, "Impossible. Ding'an is incredibly lucky. He's the kind of guy who can take advantage of even a passing manure cart. He's fine."

"The Little Beggar's Demon Blade is mysterious and hidden better than anyone else. Moreover, she is most adept at bewitching people's hearts, so there's no way she could have any problems."

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "The most likely explanation is that something happened to the white donkeys. Lingyun Cave's eyes turned cold. "Once this matter is settled, I will go find the fire unicorn. If the white donkeys really met with misfortune, I will chop that beast into mincemeat!"

A bruised and battered fire unicorn: (﹏)
At this moment, the waiter brought out the wine and dishes.

Ren Shaoyang immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily, when suddenly he heard shouts and the neighing of horses outside the door, and hundreds of bandits rushed in like a whirlwind.

This group of men, armed with knives and guns, looked like tigers and wolves. As soon as they entered the inn, they ran around and searched everywhere.

All that could be heard was the inn filled with cries and screams, and in an instant, chaos reigned.

Seeing the menacing crowd and their relentless search, Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "These people dare to cause such trouble in Tianyin City; they must have received Xiong Ba's permission."

Seeing several more people galloping towards them, he immediately called out, "Gentlemen, please wait! May I ask who you are arresting?"

Seeing his white robe and wide sleeves, looking dashing and handsome, the henchmen laughed and cursed, "Little rabbit, dressed so neatly, are you going to find your grandpa? Tell me, have you seen Duan Lang?"

“Duan Lang.” Ren Shaoyang nodded. “It really is his.”

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the men swarmed around, jumped off their horses, and grabbed him, shouting, "You little rascal, you really do know! Tell me where he is!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, gathered his strength, and with a flick of his wrist, his robe flew off his body and lightly enveloped the group.

Suddenly, everything went black before their eyes. Robes covered their heads, and with a hiss, their heads jumped up, spraying blood onto the roof.

The white-clad figure, after circling around, returned to Shao Yang.

"Ah~!"

"Killing, killing!"

The inn's inhabitants were terrified and fled like headless flies.

From the rooftop came a shout: "This man must be an accomplice of Duan Lang, kill him without mercy!" Then he shouted to everyone, and soon dozens of people arrived, each drawing their weapons and hacking at him.

Ren Shaoyang didn't even look around. He rolled up his sleeves, shattering all the swords and knives. He tilted his head back and drank the wine in the wine pot dry. He casually threw a silver ingot on the table and strode towards the door.

The clanging sound was incessant, and wherever it passed, swords and knives fell to the ground. The martial arts heroes retreated like a receding tide, those who stood in its way immediately fell, none daring to confront its sharp edge.

The innkeeper and waiter peeked through the table. As the white-robed figure walked by, it seemed as if mountains and seas were splitting apart, with swords, severed limbs, and heads falling one after another. They couldn't help but gasp, as if they had seen a ghost or a god.

The waiter exclaimed, "My goodness! I knew this young master was extraordinary, but I never expected him to be so extravagant!"

The boss also said, "Yes, yes! When he first came, my intuition was that he had a handsome appearance, but his face was a bit thin and his eyes were too frightening. Otherwise, he would be a spitting image of the Prince of Lanling!"

"Who is Prince Lanling?"

"assassin!"

Ren Shaoyang walked away with his hands behind his back, looking dashing in his white robes.

They tried to chase after him but couldn't catch up. They could only watch helplessly as he swaggered through the city and disappeared through the city gate. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After leaving the city, Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with divine light, and his ears suddenly grew larger, as he used his "sharp ears and keen eyes" simultaneously to search the heavens and the earth.

Even if it means turning the world upside down, we must find that idiot Duan Lang.

While terms like "fool," "idiot," and "dumbass" often carry a playful and endearing connotation, "idiot" is undeniably clear-cut and enduring.

"Damn it, Xiong Ba is incompetent!" Ren Shaoyang thought viciously. "With Duan Lang, this scourge, around, he dares to set his sights on me?"

Those martial arts practitioners headed straight for the Yuelai Inn, their purpose clear: it was obviously Duan Lang's strategy of using one wolf to devour another, and to sow discord among Ren Jianshen.

Ren Shaoyang quickly understood the reason and immediately flew into a rage.

Who is he?
He is a petty "white-robed sword god" who always benefits from others and never suffers losses.
Ren Shaoyang's eyes fixed on him, shining brightly: "Found you!" He flashed and disappeared from the spot.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, we arrived at a small road thirty miles away.

Ren Shaoyang revealed himself and looked up to see towering peaks in front of him, with a valley in the middle. The valley was low-lying and uneven, with a very treacherous terrain.

Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but want to burst out laughing, but he quickly covered his mouth, thinking to himself, "Don't laugh, don't laugh! We can't repeat Prime Minister Cao's mistake!"

Ren Shaoyang knew that this place was dangerous, resembling a sandwich with cheese, and was the perfect place to set fire to the camp.

"It seems that Duan Lang had already planned his escape route long ago."

With that thought in mind, he swayed and used the "Concealing Shadow and Hiding Form" supernatural power, merging into all things in heaven and earth, like a transparent reflection, seemingly there and not there, and quickly fled into the valley.

Before they had gone deep into the valley, they suddenly heard a battle cry coming from the peaks to the south, like thunder in the sky, and the valley echoed with the sound of the mountains.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly rose up and stood atop a crooked tree, his wide sleeves fluttering as he looked down.

The shouts of battle were close at hand, and flames billowed, shooting straight into the sky.

Then Duan Lang, wielding the Fire Kirin Sword, set fire to the dry grass all around. The fire roared up, awe-inspiring and earth-shaking.

As the fire grew larger and larger, the hundreds of martial arts practitioners in the valley were suffering from the intense heat and looked disheveled. They frantically tried to escape, but could not find a way out.

For a time, shouts and pleas for mercy filled the air.

"Humph!"

Duan Lang snorted coldly and then laughed loudly, "Dare to chase after me? I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"

Amidst the agonizing screams of the crowd and the sizzling sound of roasting meat.

Duan Lang raised his sword and roared, "From today onwards, no one will be allowed to raise their voice at me! I, Duan Lang, will restore the prestige of the Duan family!"

"Hmph, what audacity!"

A cold laugh rang out, followed by the thunderous sound of horses' hooves. Suddenly, more than a dozen dark figures appeared from the three forks in the road, surrounding him in the blink of an eye.

Duan Lang's expression was serious as he coldly asked, "Who are you?"

The leader was a short boy who clapped his hands and laughed loudly, shouting, "We have been living in seclusion for many years, and we would not have come out today if it weren't for Chief Xiong's request!"

A man who looked like a skeleton opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, don't waste words with him, just kill him!"

The man was suddenly filled with rage. He slapped his chest, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled up like a ball, transforming into a huge fat man over ten feet tall!
"Xilulu!"

The horse beneath him could not bear the weight, and with a crack, its bones broke and its tendons snapped, causing it to fall to the ground.

The fat man stomped his foot on the ground with a loud thud and then threw a powerful punch!
Duan Lang quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the thunderous punch.

Everyone was horrified at the sight.

"Huh? This kid's footwork is pretty good!"

"That's impressive!"

"Food Immortal is too arrogant!"

Food is the key to immortality?
Upon hearing this, Duan Lang retreated repeatedly, shouting, "Are you the Twelve Fiends of Tianchi?!"

"Hmph, Duan Lang, since you know it's us, why don't you just surrender?"

The diminutive Child Emperor chuckled. "What a joke!" Duan Lang held his sword horizontally across his chest. "You think you can kill me so easily?"

"I knew it." Tong Huang sighed. "We were just following orders. The grievances should be settled, and the debts should be paid for. Don't come looking for us after you die!"

Duan Lang chuckled coldly, and with a sudden slash of light from his Fire Kirin Sword, he shouted, "Come on!"

He suddenly became enraged, fearless of death, and his crimson sword, crackling with flames, fought fiercely with the Twelve Fiends of Tianchi.

The valley was filled with murderous intent, and sword light and true energy rose and fell.

After more than a hundred moves of this back and forth, Duan Lang finally suffered from insufficient internal energy. Blood gushed from his body, his muscles and bones ached, and his sword strikes became slower and slower.

The paper swordsman chuckled and brandished a paper sword, flicking it backhand.

when!
The sword shot into the sky and landed several feet away.

"Fire Scale Sword!"

Duan Lang shouted, but before he could react, Shi Wei Xian's massive body moved and crashed into him like a chariot!

"Ah~!!!"

The broken wave flew out like a withered leaf, crashing heavily into the dust.

"Hmph, this kid's martial arts are not bad, kill him!" Tong Huang ordered.

"Yes!"

The remaining Tianchi assassins closed in on him.

Just then, seeing that his death was imminent, Duan Lang hurriedly jumped over, knelt in front of everyone, and pleaded, "Everyone, please spare my life! I am willing to offer the Fire Kirin Sword, just to beg for my life!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly intrigued.

“Pah pah pah pah~!”

Eleven slaps rang out in succession, and the Tianchi assassins all covered their faces and cried out in pain.

Then Tong Huang landed lightly and cursed, "Are you all fucking stupid? You need him to deliver it? Kill him, and the Fire Kirin Sword will be ours too!"

"Hey~! That's right!"

"indeed!"

"The boss is the boss!"

Everyone showed expressions of realization and unanimously agreed.

Duan Lang was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly knelt down and crawled on his knees to Tong Huang, saying, "Senior! Senior, please don't kill me in such a hurry! I... I have information!"

"Oh?" Tong Huang looked at him and smiled, "What information? Tell me."

"Sword God! I have information about the Sword God!"

"Sword God?" Tong Huang's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Is that the 'Sword God' that Sword Saint Dugu mentioned?"

"Yes!"

The Child Emperor was overjoyed and shouted, "Who is he? Is he male or female? How old is he? What martial arts and weapons does he use? Summon all of that!"

Duan Lang dared not conceal anything and hurriedly said, "This person's name is..."

Just then, a clear laugh rang out: "Duan Lang, Duan Lang, you really can't change your ways."

"who?!"

Everyone turned to look, and saw a person drifting leisurely down from a crooked tree in front of them, lonely as snow, with flowing sleeves.

The Twelve Fiends of Tianchi were all startled and suspicious when they suddenly saw a stranger fall from a tree.

Shi Weixian shouted, "Who goes there? How dare you obstruct the World Society from carrying out its business?"

The man in white robes laughed and said, "Just passing by to take a look. The people from the World Society are so stingy."

Duan Lang's expression changed drastically, and he pointed at him, blurting out, "Senior, he...he...he..."

"What about him?!" the Child Emperor said impatiently.

"He is the Sword God!"

"what?!"

The crowd erupted in uproar and took a step back.

Ren Shaoyang smiled lightly, his sword-like eyebrows raised, relaxed and unrestrained: "Go."

Duan Lang was several feet away from him, but he felt as if a thousand horses and a thousand soldiers were pressing towards him. His whole body felt weak and his muscles went numb, so he couldn't help but kneel down and retreat.

The Twelve Fiends of Tianchi also felt the same way, and immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Damn!
The sword flashed, and the world turned white.

The Twelve Fiends of Tianchi felt an incomparably brilliant sword light suddenly fill the entire sky, like a shooting star illuminating the dark earth.

"not good!"

Tong Huang shouted, but before he could finish speaking, Duan Lang suddenly flew into the sky.

This happened without any prior warning, leaving everyone bewildered. No one could clearly see how the white-robed figure made his move, nor how Duan Lang ascended to the heavens.

With a snap, a straight pine tree more than twenty feet away broke in two, its crown flying backward and crashing into the forest.

Just then, Duan Lang screamed and plummeted. Thud! A tree trunk pierced his chest, and he continued his downward trajectory until he crashed to the ground!

Seeing Duan Lang die so tragically, the people in the room felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing this, Tong Huang gave a wink, and Shi Weixian, Zhi Tanhua, and the others suddenly shouted and pounced on Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and saw the three people suddenly fall to the ground. Their weapons were like a dense net, and in the chaos, they managed to chop off both of their feet.

The rest of the group also shouted and rushed forward.

Ren Shaoyang sneered, his left hand shrouded in black mist as he reached out to grab the largest of the gluttonous immortals.

Shi Weixian roared and punched repeatedly to keep him at bay, but Shi Weixian was big and fat, and although he was swinging his fists wildly, a small opening was revealed in his left chest.

Ren Shaoyang reached out and grabbed his breasts, giving them a slight squeeze.

Shiweixian roared wildly, in unbearable pain.

Ren Shaoyang casually threw the object, which then lunged at the others.

Shi Weixian collapsed to the ground, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest. With a hiss, he deflated as if all his energy had left him, instantly transforming into a skeleton before convulsing and dying.

Just then, with a few whooshing sounds, black sword light exploded into rain, sprinkling towards everyone.

The five Tianchi assassins were as if struck by the sword of the storm; before they could even scream, their flesh and blood were reduced to ashes by the surging wind.

Seeing their companion dead, the remaining men lost all courage and fled out of the woods.

With a light flick of his left foot, Ren Shaoyang sent the corpse of Shi Wei Xian, reduced to nothing but bones and skin, flying into the air and crashing into the crowd.

Although the remaining six were timid, they were not weak in martial arts. They turned around and attacked, instantly turning Shi Weixian into mincemeat.

Unexpectedly, the splattered blood contained the strange power of the "Escape Sword," which sprayed out with a whoosh, beating these people into a honeycomb-like shape. They knelt on the ground, reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, barely recognizable as human beings.

Just then, a clang was heard, and the blade swept past like the wind.

Click!

The Fire Kirin Sword shattered into countless pieces, which fell into the blood and mud and fused together.

The Dragon-Capturing Sword swiftly retracted into its sheath, trembling violently.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled wryly: "You really are a jealous person." After saying that, he didn't care anymore.

Just then, the sound of wheels rumbling and crashing came from all directions.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and burst into laughter.

But then, from outside the canyon, a donkey cart came speeding towards them!
(End of this chapter)