"Brother, I've truly become famous worldwide."
Half an hour later, as Wolong looked at the tens of thousands of comments on the dark web and exclaimed excitedly to Shen Lang.
To make a name for himself in the world, to avoid living under his elders' wing his entire life, he had run away from home as a child, wandered through twists and turns, and finally became a disciple of the old man. He had practiced diligently day after day for over ten years.
He was twenty-four this year, and his martial arts cultivation had reached the peak of the Xuan Realm, only half a step away from the Di Realm.
Wolong had originally thought he would need a few more years to become world-famous, but he hadn't expected his luck to be so good today. With a single sword strike, he had cleaved the Martial Grandmaster Seven Seas Dragon King, instantly becoming famous worldwide.
"Hehe... I wonder what expressions those old guys at home have now after seeing me slay the Seven Seas Dragon King. I'm really looking forward to it."
Shen Lang didn't understand why Wolong had always yearned for fame and to become the most dazzling figure in the world since childhood, but he was willing to fulfill Wolong's wish. He smiled and said, "This has always been your wish, Brother. Congratulations, but the people from the Killing Dao Association will cause you a lot of trouble if they know you killed the Seven Seas Dragon King."
"Haha, are we people who are afraid of trouble?"
Wolong looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "We'll kill anyone who comes, kill a pair if they come in twos. If we can't win, we'll flee back to Prisoner Dragon Mountain together. With the old man holding the fort, would the Killing Dao Association dare to come to Prisoner Dragon Mountain?"
"Haha, that makes sense, it makes a lot of sense."
Shen Lang laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Exactly, why should we be afraid? If all else fails, we'll just escape back to Prisoner Dragon Mountain."
With the old man presiding over Prisoner Dragon Mountain, no one or organization in this world was worth mentioning in front of him.
"Alas, it's a pity I didn't ask clearly why the Seven Seas Dragon King wanted to poison my mother. But it doesn't matter, whatever his reasons, he will die."
Shen Lang glanced at the bodies of Meilin and Seven Seas Dragon King and said to Yang Ce and the others, "After cremating the bodies, scatter the ashes into the Ming River. Leave no trace."
"Understood—"
Yang Ce nodded upon hearing this, and then the group quickly dealt with the remains of Seven Seas Dragon King and Meilin.
After finishing all this, Shen Lang decided to go to the Song family's estate to see his mother. Wolong hadn't met Song Qingyi yet, so Shen Lang called him along.
Wolong and Shen Lang were not blood brothers, but their bond was stronger than that of brothers. Since Shen Lang had found his biological mother, Wolong naturally had to meet her.
"Brother, what does your mother like? How about I buy something to give her?"
Wolong seemed a bit nervous about visiting Shen Lang's biological mother and asked Shen Lang.
"My mother is a person who likes tranquility. She's not the type who enjoys lively occasions or receiving gifts from others. She'll be very happy just to see you, so you don't need to prepare any gifts."
Shen Lang smiled and said, "You don't need to be so nervous, just treat it as a simple visit."
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
Wolong smiled upon hearing this, "Since you've said so, I won't prepare anything."
Wolong and Shen Lang got into the car, and Shen Lang drove them to the Song family's estate half an hour later.
"Wow, what a huge estate! It's not inferior to my home at all."
As Shen Lang parked the car and entered the estate with Wolong, Wolong exclaimed in amazement, "This estate is designed with magnificent grandeur and also incorporates the beauty of Jiangnan gardens. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the number one estate in the world."
"Your home?"
Shen Lang smiled upon hearing this, "The world-class family you mentioned? Can you take me to see it sometime?"
"Haha, of course, that's no problem."
Wolong smiled and said, "When I inherit the family fortune in the future, I'll split it with you, Brother. I'll be the richest man in the Southern Hemisphere, and you'll be the richest man in the Northern Hemisphere."
"Haha—"
Shen Lang suspected Wolong might be bragging but didn't expose him. Wolong's sentiment touched him deeply, and other things were no longer important.
When Shen Lang and Wolong arrived, Song Shaodao was practicing boxing in the estate.
The boxing Song Shaodao was practicing was not some advanced technique but the simplest and most basic military boxing. However, the thirty-two forms of military boxing, as practiced by Song Shaodao, exuded a potent killing aura that Shen Lang and Wolong felt the terrifying force of the punches even from ten meters away.
"Ordinary military boxing possesses such terrifying power?"
Seeing Song Shaodao finish a set of military boxing in less than a minute, Wolong looked at Shen Lang with a shocked expression and said.
"A Grandmaster, no, this is the aura of a Great Grandmaster,"
Wolong looked at Song Shaodao with a shocked expression and said, "Brother, who is he?"
"Wolong, he is my uncle."
Shen Lang had witnessed Song Shaodao's power, so while he was also shocked by the power of Song Shaodao's military boxing, it wasn't to the same extent as Wolong. He smiled and said.
"A Great Grandmaster, your uncle must certainly be a Great Grandmaster."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wolong said, "If he weren't a Great Grandmaster, he wouldn't be able to imbue such ordinary military boxing with this effect."
"Good heavens, I'm speechless. When did such a Great Grandmaster appear in this world?"
Hearing Wolong's words, Shen Lang smiled slightly but remained silent.
Shen Lang was certain that Song Shaodao was definitely not a Great Grandmaster; his strength was even more terrifying than that of a Great Grandmaster.
"Shen Lang, you brat, you're here?"
Song Shaodao finished his boxing routine and saw Shen Lang standing aside, smiling. "I'm doing my morning exercises. Are you interested in sparring with your uncle?"
"Don't worry, Uncle will hold back and definitely won't injure you."
Hearing Song Shaodao challenge him, Shen Lang didn't refuse and smiled, "It seems Uncle wants to give me some guidance. Alright, since that's the case, I thank Uncle."
Saying this, Shen Lang clenched the hilt of his Yixi Sword with his right hand and quickly charged at Song Shaodao. He unleashed his 'Sword Drawing Strike' with the full force of his peak Di Realm cultivation.
The 'Sword Drawing Strike' emphasized killing the enemy in one strike. While Song Shaodao wasn't an enemy, facing an opponent like Song Shaodao, Shen Lang had no right to hold back.
In the blink of an eye, a swift and powerful sword strike reached Song Shaodao. However, it was blocked by Song Shaodao's two fingers. Then, Song Shaodao gently flicked his fingers, and an immense force erupted from his fingers, sending Shen Lang, along with his sword, flying back more than ten meters before they could stabilize themselves.
"This..."
Wolong, standing beside them, was so shocked that his jaw dropped as he saw Song Shaodao effortlessly block the sword with two fingers. When he then saw Song Shaodao's fingers flick and send Shen Lang flying so far with his sword, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"A decent sword strike, but unfortunately, the power and speed are a bit lacking."
Song Shaodao looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "To kill an enemy with a single sword strike, you need even greater power and speed."
"Uncle, I've noted that. But, take my second sword strike."
Hearing Song Shaodao's words, Shen Lang nodded. He then leaped forward, wielding his sword with both hands, and struck downwards with the 'Sky Breaking Slash,' a technique taught by Song Shaodao.
He was quite confident in this strike, disbelieving that his uncle could easily neutralize it again.
However, as Shen Lang slashed towards Song Shaodao, he was stunned.
In an instant, Song Shaodao vanished.
"Bang—"
Song Shaodao disappeared in an instant and then reappeared behind Shen Lang. He unleashed a seemingly casual palm strike, but it sent Shen Lang flying back thirty-four meters, causing his internal organs to churn.
"Not bad, this sword strike was much stronger than the previous one, but the speed and power are still insufficient."
Song Shaodao looked at Shen Lang and smiled.
"As expected of Uncle. No wonder you are the strongest person in the Dragon Country. Take my third sword strike."
Shen Lang smiled and then used all his strength, pushing his speed to the extreme, and unleashed his third sword technique, 'Meteor Shower Sword.'
This strike was more dazzling and brilliant than a meteor, and it was as fast as a meteor streaking across the night sky.
In a flash, Shen Lang disappeared. When he reappeared, the tip of his sword was already at Song Shaodao's throat.
But Shen Lang knew that he would not be able to thrust the sword any further.
"Success?"
Seeing his sword at Song Shaodao's throat, Shen Lang was ecstatic. Wolong, standing beside him, was also incredibly excited.
However, at this moment, Shen Lang and Wolong were astonished to find that Song Shaodao was already sitting on a chair ten meters away, leisurely holding a cup of tea and drinking it.
"What?"
Seeing this scene, Shen Lang and Wolong were completely dumbfounded.
When they looked again at Song Shaodao, whose throat was pressed by the sword, they realized that this Song Shaodao was just an afterimage.
In an instant, Shen Lang and Wolong were utterly defeated.