Chapter 43 - Robbery

Take That!

(2) 43: Chapter 43: Robbery?

Take That!

(2) Though he said that, he was the one crouched at the very back.

Watching all the underlings wield their weapons and charge towards Jiang Tang, Cang Hansheng’s eyes revealed a fierce smile.

I just don’t believe you won’t die!

Jiang Tang: “…”

Heaven has a path you didn’t take; hell has no gate yet you barged in—this saying must be about you guys, all scared to death but still rushing forward recklessly.

And that one who spoke, Cang Hansheng, what about charging at me yourself?

Hiding like a coward in the back.

I’m speechless.

While his complaints flashed through his mind, Jiang Tang lifted his longsword and charged into the crowd, propelling himself with Wind-racing Step.

At the same time, he invoked the fire technique from the Five Elements Sword Art.

So, what everyone saw was a man running fast as the wind, trailed by a long flame.

He freely dueled among them, coming and going as he pleased.

It was like a ridiculous mix of the ridiculous and its mother—too damn absurd.

Dammit!

All these disciples were full of youthful vigor, and seeing themselves being ground down by someone of the same generation, of the same cultivation level, they couldn’t stand it and stared furiously at the trail of fire.

Wherever the fire appeared, that’s where they’d fiercely attack.

But Jiang Tang was too slippery and fast, resulting in their spirit arts hitting their own companions.

“Damn it, you hit me!”

“Hit him, why are you hitting me!”

“To hell with this, you hit me again!”

“Wow, are you blind?

He’s over there, and you’re throwing your spirit art at me!”

The cries of pain burst forth, followed by the sound of cursing like fishwives.

Cang Hansheng: “…”

He didn’t know them.

Too damn embarrassing.

Ten-odd people attacking one and still not winning was one thing, but it had turned into infighting.

It really was giving absurdity a wide-open door—

Absurdity had come home!

Standing not far away, Jiang Tang calmly watched the group of disciples beating each other up.

Then, quite unkindly, he added a thrust.

For instance, to the butterfly bone, or the abdomen, or perhaps…

Three inches below the abdomen, an extremely important little brother.

When all the disciples lay on the ground, several clutching their groins and weeping, Cang Hansheng was already stupefied.

“Big brother, it’s your turn now,” Jiang Tang said as he propelled himself forward with Wind-racing Step to someone’s front, holding the longsword and raising an eyebrow.

“You…

you, despicable and shameless!” Regaining his senses and looking at the suddenly appearing Jiang Tang before him, Cang Hansheng pointed at his nose, his face red and stuttering with anger.

“Despicable and shameless?

One fights a dozen, so who is despicable and who is shameless?” Jiang Tang grinned without humor.

At this moment, several disciples struggled to get up, attempting to sneak in a stab.

Without even looking back, Jiang Tang thrust his sword behind him, instantly serving a few disciples their last meals.

Cang Hansheng’s expression turned as sour as could be.

Damn it, I really hit a snag this time.

“You brat, die!” he roared, summoning a large knife and staring down Jiang Tang.

It was still uncertain whose prey will fall.

Jiang Tang’s gaze turned cold as he lifted his longsword to meet the challenge head-on.

Sword and knife collided, sparking a flash like lightning!

Cang Hansheng abruptly retreated, his gaze dark and piercing as he stared at the person before him.

He had already reached the Foundation Establishment First Layer, he refused to believe that he couldn’t kill this mere Body Refinement Seventh Layer brat!

With a loud shout, Cang Hansheng raised his long knife, suddenly gathering spiritual power.

A light emerged at the tip of the knife, transforming into a fierce and robust lion, which roared loudly.

Following the movements of its master, it charged toward Jiang Tang.

“Perfect timing!

Burning Lotus!” Jiang Tang leaped into the air, retreating more than a dozen steps.

He thrust his sword forward.

In the void, Xuanming Spiritual Fire instantly converged into form.

Gravel from all sides stirred violently, and the friction could be clearly heard.

A fiery blaze formed with the rising sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a brilliantly dazzling lotus.

“Go!” Jiang Tang shouted again, striking with another sword thrust.

The lotus instantly flew out, colliding with the lion.

This was a clash of blade qi against sword qi!

The lion was locked in a stalemate with the fiery lotus in mid-air for the duration of ten breaths before it vanished along with Cang Hansheng’s suddenly pale face.

The lotus charged forward, hitting Cang Hansheng’s long knife directly and igniting it fiercely.

Cang Hansheng hastily threw away his long knife, staring at the dark red flames, his gaze trembling fiercely.

“Is this…

Exotic Flame?!”

Cang Hansheng looked at the man approaching him step by step, screaming hysterically, “No, it’s impossible!

How could Exotic Flame be used in combat?!

It’s clearly only for refining pills!”

“Who says it’s impossible?

It’s just that you always stick to the old ways, never breaking through to explore new realms.” Jiang Tang pointed his sword at Cang Hansheng, his gaze indifferent, “Hand over your wealth, and I will only cripple your cultivation, sparing you a path to live.”

Cang Hansheng: “??”

That line was supposed to be his.

Damn it, he had been outplayed by this kid today.

With a resigned smile, Cang Hansheng painfully took out his entire fortune, handing it all over to Jiang Tang.

As Jiang Tang turned to leave, Cang Hansheng secretly pulled out a dagger and viciously stabbed forward.

“Brat, give me your life!”

Cang Hansheng sneered, but his face suddenly stiffened.

He slowly looked down to see a long sword directly impaled in his abdomen.

This…

Jiang Tang slowly let go and turned to look at Cang Hansheng with a cold smile, “I knew you wouldn’t give up so easily.”

Little did he know, Jiang Tang was already breaking out in cold sweat on his back.

He had been careless.

Had it not been for the Dragon Cub keeping a close watch on his every move and noticing Cang Hansheng’s sinister expression, he might have been done for by now.

Well done.

After pushing Cang Hansheng to the ground and staring into his unyielding dead eyes, Jiang Tang activated the Xuanming Spiritual Fire, burning him to ashes.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He collected all the Qiankun Bags of the group of disciples into his arms, then casually left.

What was this called?

This was turning someone’s own methods against them.

Somewhere in a hidden mountain forest, an extraordinary Sect stood alone.

Inside one of the halls, a wall was adorned with thousands of crystal beads.

Suddenly, more than a dozen crystal beads burst at the same time, startling the white-haired elder meditating in the central area.

“Hm?” The elder slowly opened his eyes and caught sight of the shattered beads, his expression instantly changing.

He stretched out his withered hand and began calculating with his fingers.

When he realized that Cang Hansheng and his group had been killed by a mere Body Refinement Seventh Layer youth, the elder was enraged.

“Absurd!

Absurd!”

This elder was indeed the Protection Elder of the Canglang Sect, tasked with guarding the Soul Pavilion—each crystal bead here contained a sliver of a Sect disciple’s soul.

The bursting of a bead signified the fall of that disciple.

He hadn’t wanted to bother with the affairs of the Outer Sect disciples, especially since the Sect was already inundated with troubles.