Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

If Yang Silang were here, he would definitely recognize this man as the leader of the Yingxiang Society, who occupied Widow She's courtyard and bestowed holy water upon believers.

This area was a grandstand for the wealthy and powerful, and among them were many martial arts practitioners who put up a resistance.

The old man wielded a stick and struck each victim with it, specifically targeting the toughest opponents. The victims' heads exploded like watermelons, a truly brutal act.

Wang Daniu and others helped the two sisters escape off the stage, and then fled with the crowd.

All I could hear was a series of loud bangs on the stage behind me.

It turned out that a martial arts master dressed as a martial artist was fighting fiercely with the white-bearded old man on the stage. He was wielding a single sword and his skin was bronze-colored, so he was clearly a bronze-skinned martial artist as well.

But before long, the old man smashed his single-edged sword with a single blow. The longer the sword, the stronger it was; he was at a great disadvantage in terms of weapon alone.

He hurriedly dodged, but the old man relentlessly pursued him with his staff. In just a few moves, he was struck on the shoulder blade, his bones cracking loudly. His body went limp, and he coughed up blood, clearly beyond saving.

The bandits were greatly encouraged by the brutal death of the warrior, and they swung their knives faster and more swiftly, creating a bloodbath on the stage, cutting down the unfortunate ones who were weak-willed and had difficulty walking.

The people who fled the platform were terrified and quickened their pace.

Sister Yang and Fifth Sister, dressed in a jacket and skirt, couldn't run fast. In desperation, Li Erhu and Xiong Shan each carried one of them on their backs and fled. Hei Zi, waving its half-broken tail, galloped away on all fours, never leaving its side.

"Little Four... Little Four..."

Sister Yang finally caught her breath and looked back.

She had clearly seen from the stage that her fourth brother had been punched and knocked several feet away, his fate unknown. She was filled with worry.

Because on Li Erhu's back, she was a head taller than everyone else.

In the distance, one could see the training ground.

The purple smoke had dissipated, and a group of people lay sprawled on and off the platform where the examination had been held, including several officials. The situation was dire.

The yellow-faced man who had blasted away his underlings, now with an enlarged physique and bluish-black muscles, was engaged in a fierce battle with two military officers, one fat and one thin.

His body was covered in blood, from the combined attack by Long Yi and Deputy General Chai.

The three moved like ghosts, leaving the area around the platform riddled with holes. To be precise, it was Vice General Chai who blocked the earth-shattering attack, while Long Yiyan roamed around, launching surprise attacks.

But the more he fought, the braver he became. His eyes turned bloodshot, and even his hair and skin turned copper-red. He fought to the death against two opponents.

Several hot-blooded martial artists participating in the martial arts exam rushed over to help, but they were sent flying by the devastating blow after only a few moves.

Some unlucky souls were punched through the chest and back by the Heaven-Shattering Strike, while others were captured and torn in two, their deaths gruesome. Several other examinees suffered broken legs and arms, lying weakly on the ground from serious injuries.

Such a horrific situation terrified the remaining candidates, who dared not step forward.

Wang Daniu heard Sister Yang calling out "Xiao Si" but didn't even turn his head.

"Big sister, don't worry about fourth brother, our priority is to escape!"

"As long as the team can survive, Fourth Brother will definitely be there!"

He had a mysterious trust in Yang Silang.

"If we die, how heartbroken will Fourth Brother be? We should focus on saving our own lives first."

"Oh no... how come there are bandits on the other side too?"

Suddenly, the crowd in front stopped and rolled backward.

The training ground was surrounded by high walls. The first wave of fleeing people, who were quick on their feet, ran towards the gate, only to be attacked by a group of Lotus Sect bandits.

These bandits, also wearing white headscarves and carrying knives and guns, numbered about a hundred. They stabbed and chopped down anyone who ran into their gun barrels without hesitation.

The leader, also bare-armed and wielding a staff, was a skilled martial artist with a bronze skin, acting as an indestructible arrow that drove back those who were about to flee the martial arts arena.

wow...

The crowd flowed back like a waterfall.

As they fled back into the crowd, the one running at the front, pushing everyone aside, was a huge lump of flesh with three heads, six arms, and six legs, resembling a conjoined twin.

Sister Yang looked up and saw that it was Yao Luchang, with his sister on his left and Manager Zhou on his right, running away at breakneck speed, knocking over countless passersby!

Manager Zhou and Granny Yao were foaming at the mouth, clearly shaken quite badly. They still clung tightly to their savior's arm, their legs draped over Yao Luchang like snakes.

The two waves of fleeing people collided, and countless unlucky souls lost their footing and were knocked to the ground. They were then trampled by countless feet, tripping up even more people and causing a chorus of cries of anguish.

Unfortunately, the white-bearded bandit leader on the stage, along with his bandits, had already slaughtered most of those who couldn't escape, and then they came back to kill them.

It's truly a situation where we're caught between a rock and a hard place.

Wang Daniu and the others secretly groaned inwardly. They could only turn around and run sideways, carving a path through the crowd. Fortunately, they were all porters by trade and had solid footwork skills.

They might not be good at fighting, but when it comes to escaping, they're all experts; they can run steadily even while carrying two sisters on their backs.

call……

A gust of wind swept by.

Several people were knocked over.

Wang Daniu discovered that the people who had been running away from them had been knocked over and replaced with a large lump of flesh; it was Yao Luzhang and his two companions.

Sister Yang turned her head and looked over, her eyes meeting those of Manager Zhou and Madam Yao indignantly. The two of them looked surprised, not expecting that the concubine who had been abandoned had actually escaped from the stage alive.

Shopkeeper Zhou and Grandma Yao, feeling somewhat guilty, both turned their heads away, pretending not to see anything.

From high above.

The people in the field fled like sheep, driven by a far smaller number of hungry wolves. The clamor was deafening, and cries of grief were constant.

In the field.

A human figure plowed out a shallow furrow at the end.

Yang Silang groaned, stretched out his curled-up body, turned over, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking down, he saw that both forearms were swollen, his clothes were torn, and when the bare skin of his two arms was pieced together, a clear, dark fist mark could be seen.

In the past, Long Yiyan never used lethal force when sparring with his partner. This time, facing Hong Tatian's full-force punch, he desperately dodged, but was sent flying after the fist grazed his arms.

My arms felt sore, numb, and swollen; my entire body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer; I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

That earth-shattering punch was twice as powerful as Long Yi's eye, and its resounding clang of iron bones meant it might not just be an Iron Bone Martial Master, but could also be a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master!

He looked up and saw that the purple smoke on both sides of the platform had dissipated, and corpses lay strewn all over the ground.

Yang Silang's expression changed. This smoke was poisonous. He hurriedly and carefully sensed his body. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual. He had been knocked away horizontally by the blasting of the sky and had just missed the range of the purple smoke by chance.

Fortunately, the curse-repelling magic was no longer needed.

"Rejuvenation!"

As soon as the thought crossed Yang Silang's mind, a warm current rose from his dantian and flowed through his body in an instant. The many aches and pains in his body disappeared in an instant, and he was restored to his full strength.

He turned his head and looked at the three people more than ten feet away from him.

At this moment, Hong Tatian's entire body was bluish-black, like a demon from hell. With each step forward and backward, a large pit appeared beneath his feet. On the other side, Deputy General Chai was like a Buddhist protector, tall and strong. Even Long Yiyan, the unreliable old man, had grown taller and his big belly had disappeared.

At this moment, it turned out that the player with the explosive power was dominating the two of them!

The three spun around like tops, their figures almost filling half the field. As they moved, the wind howled, and their fists and feet collided like thunderclaps. Yang Silang opened his eyes and looked closely. Deputy General Chai was the main force of the resistance, while Old Man Long was just standing by and doing his job, not daring to confront Hong Tatian head-on.

However, Long Yi's timing was excellent. Every time Vice General Chai's fist stance became scattered, he would suddenly attack with "Heaven-Shattering Rescue", disrupting his rhythm.

This old man was particularly insidious, constantly cursing and saying things like, "The angel who collapsed is not a hero, and his son will be born without an anus," and so on.

Deputy General Chai gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage – everyone knew he had wiped out Hongtatian, handed over the bandit leader's head, and reported his achievement.

Now, Wu Ke has come back to life in front of everyone, and has joined forces with the Lotus Sect to cause trouble, resulting in heavy casualties among the people.

His vice-general had performed great merits, but his crimes were equally great. How could he not be angry?

Yang Silang watched as the three men charged wildly like elephants, destroying wooden platforms and targets along the way, kicking over stone locks, and smashing horses that blocked their path into mincemeat.

"That Thunderclap is truly a master of steel-dirty martial arts!"

Yang Silang felt a lingering fear. The reason he escaped was that Hong Tatian didn't care about the life or death of a martial artist like him, treating him like a pebble in the roadside that was easily kicked away.

It is known that Vice General Chai is a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master, and that Hong Tatian fought him to a standstill, clearly indicating that they are experts of the same level.

He then looked around the rest of the field.

The common people are like lambs, while bandits are like hungry wolves.

"Oh no! Eldest sister and fifth sister!"

Without hesitation, Yang Silang got up, bent over and rushed out, picking up a horse spear from the ground as he went.

He couldn't get involved in the fight between those three powerful figures; saving his family was the priority...