"Not good..."
Seeing Shanyuan attack the heavily injured Shen Lang, Qin Long's expression changed. He shouted, "Brother Shen, be careful."
With that, Qin Long drew the pistol from his waist and unleashed a barrage of bullets at Shanyuan.
"What?"
Shanyuan hadn't expected anyone to dare stop her at this moment. She was instantly enraged. With a wave of her whisk, she swept all the incoming bullets to the ground.
Shanyuan glared fiercely at Qin Long, wishing she could cleave him with her sword.
However, Shanyuan still didn't attack Qin Long. Firstly, Qin Long was from the Martial Guard Department, and killing him would be troublesome. Secondly, Shanyuan's target was Shen Lang.
For some unknown reason, Shanyuan had a premonition that if Shen Lang didn't die here today, he would bring disaster to her and the entire Qi family in the future.
For her own sake and for the Qi family, Shen Lang had to die.
In the blink of an eye, Shanyuan arrived before Shen Lang and thrust her sword towards his chest with terrifying speed.
Shen Lang was never one to passively accept his fate.
Feeling a danger he had never experienced before, Shen Lang's eyes turned cold after a moment of shock. Two Taiyi Divine Needles shot towards the charging Shanyuan.
"Kid, the golden needles in your hand are indeed formidable, but you've used them against me once and succeeded once. Do you really think you have a second chance?"
Shen Lang's Taiyi Divine Needles had previously inflicted severe injuries on Miaoshan, so Miaoshan was already on guard. The moment the two Taiyi Divine Needles were fired, Miaoshan dodged them directly.
The next second, the whisk-sword in Miaoshan's hand pierced into Shen Lang's chest.
"Good, very good."
Seeing the whisk-sword in Miaoshan's hand stab into Shen Lang's chest, Qi Dingjiang and Miaoyin cried out in excitement.
Qi Dingjiang was overjoyed to see his enemy die.
Miaoyin and the others were inexplicably excited to witness the death of a peer stronger than them.
Shen Lang was younger than them, yet his martial arts cultivation was several times greater. With someone like Shen Lang around, it would be difficult for them to achieve anything in their lives.
Now that Shen Lang was dead, it was truly great news for them.
However, soon, Qi Dingjiang and Miaoyin realized they had celebrated too soon.
Although the whisk-sword in Shanyuan's hand had pierced Shen Lang's chest, the tip had barely penetrated when Shen Lang firmly grasped Shanyuan's hands, preventing her from piercing him through.
"Master, I must admit, besides my own master, you are the most formidable person I have ever met."
Shen Lang, spitting blood, said to Shanyuan, "I once believed that aside from my master, I was fully confident in killing anyone, including Heavenly Realm experts. Now, it seems I was a bit too arrogant."
"To kill a Heavenly Realm expert, I would need at least another six months of growth. My current strength is still insufficient."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Shanyuan sneered, "Kid, it's a pity you don't have six months, no, not even half a minute. Because I will soon pierce your chest with my sword, causing you to die on the spot."
"Do you know why there are so few Heavenly Realm experts throughout history? It's because many young people who are qualified to become Heavenly Realm experts are as arrogant, reckless, and overbearing as you, leading them to be killed early."
"I see. I've learned a lot. However, it's a pity that you cannot kill me."
Shen Lang's eyes suddenly flickered with a cold glint, and a sinister smile curved his lips. "Master, do you know that when you thrust your sword, I had many ways to evade it, but I chose not to? I allowed your sword to pierce my chest."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Shanyuan felt something was wrong and said.
"Master, you must be wondering why I used the flying needles once, and then used them a second time, right?"
Shen Lang sneered, "Because I knew you would be on guard, so using them again was to let you easily dodge them."
"However, in this world, besides my master, no one can evade my flying needles, not even Heavenly Realm experts."
Saying this, Shen Lang suddenly tightened his grip on Shanyuan's hands. The two Taiyi Divine Needles that Shanyuan had dodged earlier and were now lodged in the tree in front of the wooden house suddenly seemed to be summoned. They flew back with terrifying speed, shooting towards Master Shanyuan.
"What?"
Shanyuan felt a chill down her spine and tried to turn around to defend herself, but her hands were tightly clasped by Shen Lang. She used all her strength to throw Shen Lang more than ten meters away, where he fell heavily to the ground, spitting a large mouthful of blood. By the time she turned around, it was a half-step too late.
The moment Shanyuan turned, the two Taiyi Divine Needles pierced her Zhongwan acupoint and heart, instantly immobilizing her. She spat out a mouthful of blood, then knelt on the ground, her face deathly pale and grim.
Although Shanyuan wasn't dead, she was as frail and weak as Shen Lang, unable to make a move against him anymore.
"This..."
Seeing that Shen Lang and Shanyuan had both suffered serious injuries, everyone present was stunned and looked on in disbelief.
"Shen Lang, she actually managed to heavily injure Master?"
Miaoshan murmured in horror and disbelief.
"Bastard, why is he so terrifying at the same age?"
Qi Dingjiang gritted his teeth and said angrily, seeing this scene.
They had set a grand trap to lure Shen Lang here and instigate a conflict between Shen Lang and Master Shanyuan. They thought Master Shanyuan would easily kill Shen Lang, thus removing a threat for them. Never did they expect that this bastard Shen Lang was so formidable that he could fight a Heavenly Realm expert to a draw.
However, Qi Dingjiang realized he hadn't lost yet, because Shen Lang was incapacitated. This was the best opportunity to kill Shen Lang.
With this thought, Qi Dingjiang was excited. He drew a Nepalese curved saber from his waist and charged towards Shen Lang. As he walked, he laughed. Reaching Shen Lang, Qi Dingjiang said smugly, "Shen Lang, you probably never dreamed that you would die by my hand in the end, did you?"
"Yes, I didn't expect it. But believe it or not, even in my heavily injured state, I can still kill you."
Shen Lang's face was deathly pale, and he was on the verge of collapse, but his eyes remained as firm and terrifying as ever.
"Shen Lang, stop bragging. You're at the end of your rope. You can barely speak now, how can you kill me?"
Qi Dingjiang didn't believe a word Shen Lang said. He laughed, "You've offended the Qi family, the Kong family, and even dared to offend Master Shanyuan. You're guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to be executed. Today, I will act on behalf of heaven and kill this evil villain."
With that, Qi Dingjiang raised his curved saber and thrust it towards Shen Lang's heart.