You Promised to Be an Idle Son-in-Law, How Could You Become a Land Immortal?

Yan Jingchen! The Great Elder of the Five Poison Sect?!

Liu Lang’s heart chilled. Looking at Yan Jingchen, who had arrived in the blink of an eye, he advanced instead of retreating. His right hand drew his Blade, his left hand threw the scabbard aside, and he gripped the hilt with both hands. The Blade’s body reflected the moonlight—with a flash of brilliance, a streak of Blade light pierced the sky!

At the same time, Liu Lang did not forget to sternly warn, ”Dabao, take them and retreat! If you run into danger, remember to use that!”

He knew very well that the Cultivation and Technique of the people behind him were absolutely no match for Yan Jingchen and the rest of the Five Poison Sect. Staying behind would only distract him and increase casualties in vain. Therefore, the best solution was for everyone to run for their lives; perhaps one or two could still survive.

Hearing this, Zhang Dabao told him to be careful, then hurriedly threw down the bamboo tube, turned around, and ran. Jin Peng and the others did the same.

A person’s reputation casts a long shadow. Even if most of them had never heard of Yan Jingchen’s name, they were not unfamiliar with the Five Poison Sect. They knew that it was an Evil Demonic Dao that had wreaked havoc in Shu State for decades. Most of these Celestial Sect disciples were only at the Lower Three Grades Realm in Cultivation, with only Jin Peng and a dozen others at the Middle Three Grades. Furthermore, their Sword Dao Realm was too low. The entry-level and Minor Success Sword Dao posed absolutely no threat to Yan Jingchen and his people. Not to mention, the people of the Five Poison Sect were truly vicious. Their Cultivation Technique and Technique were already so, not to mention the Poison and Poisonous Insects they carried with them.

If they didn’t run now, what were they waiting for?

Yan Jingchen formed claws with his hands and crushed Liu Lang’s streak of Blade light, coldly ordering, ”Kill them!”

Four of the remaining black-clad men on the boat leapt out, flying toward Zhang Dabao and the others. Liu Lang glanced at them but paid no further attention, only staring solemnly at Yan Jingchen. Especially his hands—his five fingers were as crystal-clear as jade, and his nails shone like weapons.

”The Five Poison Sect’s secretly passed down White Jade Skill. I have heard of it for a long time, but I didn’t expect to run into it here,” Liu Lang stated.

The name of the White Jade Skill was elegant, but it was an out-and-out Poison Skill. Rumor in the Jianghu had it that the Five Poison Sect’s White Jade Skill was cultivated using highly toxic substances. Every day, a large amount of toxic substances had to be consumed and smeared all over the body, until it became as crystal-clear as jade.

”I heard that every move and stance of the White Jade Skill can injure people with Evil Poisonous... You’re scaring me to death,” he continued to mutter. In fact, Liu Lang was indeed not confident in facing Yan Jingchen, and he wanted to run for his life too. But if he didn’t make a move to block Yan Jingchen, Zhang Dabao and the others would all die.

”You have some knowledge, but it’s a pity...” As he spoke, Yan Jingchen’s figure moved like the wind, turning into a streak of black light. When seen again, he had already arrived by Liu Lang’s side. His hands formed claws, and several claw-shaped white blades instantly appeared one after another—dazzling and gorgeous!

Liu Lang naturally did not dare to take it head-on. His body moved with his Blade, and he gripped the long Blade with both hands to execute the Coiling Blade Style. However, it wasn’t a conventional coiling around the body, but rather, while linking with the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, he condensed streaks of illusory Sword Intent at the fastest speed. There were so many of them that they connected into a patch of pitch-black Blade light visible to the naked eye.

Black and white instantly collided together. Weirdly, the two streams of True Essence and Spiritual Mechanism dissipated silently and unnoticed, without any power leaking out.

”Oh? Ghost Blade?” Yan Jingchen recognized the origin of this Blade and narrowed his eyes. ”So you are the disciple of the Sword Ghost, Chu Xiudao!

”Wolf Six? The ’Sword Madman’, Liu Lang!

”No wonder you are so bold as to be so disrespectful to me!”

The reason why the ”Ghost Blade” was called the ”Ghost Blade” was that the sharpness and overbearingness of its Saber Technique were merely superficial. The true ”Ghost Blade” was eerie and extremely insidious. Just like the evenly matched collision just now. It seemed like there was only one Blade, but in reality, hundreds of streaks of Blade light were slashed out in that instant. Otherwise, how could an attack from Yan Jingchen, with his Upper Three Grades Cultivation and Perfect Realm Fist Dao, be blocked silently and unnoticed?

Liu Lang took a noncommittal step back, stepped into a bow stance, held the Blade at his side with both hands, and stared at him, saying, ”Old thing, since you know my identity, why don’t you hurry up and let us leave? If my master finds out about this, you and the Five Poison Sect will all be buried with me.”

Yan Jingchen laughed when he heard this. ”I consider myself of the same generation as your master. Do you really think I would be afraid of him?”

However, after confirming Liu Lang’s identity, Yan Jingchen was no longer in a hurry. He sized up Liu Lang, swept his peripheral vision across the Five Poison Sect members who were chasing down Zhang Dabao and the others in the distance, and then looked around. ”I heard that you and ’Dragon Tiger’ Liu Wu are best friends. I wonder where he is right now?”

Liu Lang understood, grinning and sneering, ”Old thing, someone like you wants to fight him? I advise you to run now, or else when he comes, you won’t be able to escape even if you want to.”

Yan Jingchen’s eyes turned cold. ”You won’t give up until staring death in the face!”

Before his voice had even faded, he attacked again. He raised his hands, forming claws. The surrounding Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism was consequently split in two—one side as bright as daylight, the other as pitch-black as ink. Two immense forces instantly squeezed Liu Lang’s body, making his movements sluggish. He had to exert his full strength for every inch he moved.

”Old thing, you are still far from enough!” Naturally, Liu Lang would not surrender without a fight. With a roar, his entire being sank into that patch of pitch-black. He turned sideways and swung a Blade. The pitch-black Blade light, shrouded in darkness, howled as it slashed toward Yan Jingchen. The wind from the Blade ruffled the Chishui River, causing the boats on the river surface to sway violently.

However, Yan Jingchen cast a contemptuous glance. His figure remained motionless, neither dodging nor evading, as his clawed hands crossed up and down. The pitch-black Blade light shattered with a CRACK.

With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out a claw. Five white blades, as long as a person, drew an arc and enveloped Liu Lang.

Conversely, Liu Lang stared at him without blinking. He paused slightly on his feet, and his figure split into two. One stood in the vast white domain, and the other stood in the pitch-black domain, as if separated by yin and yang. He allowed the five claw blades to shoot past, crossing a hundred feet and carving five trenches into the rock-covered ground.