"What?"
Seeing that Shan Yuan had recovered from his injuries, Shen Lang was shocked.
He had just sealed two major acupoints on Shan Yuan's Ren and Du meridians with the Tai Yi Divine Needles. Theoretically, Shan Yuan should not have been able to recover his martial power in such a short time.
But now, not only had Shan Yuan recovered, but his strength was more terrifying than ever. Shen Lang was momentarily unsure of where things had gone wrong.
However, Shen Lang knew he was in trouble.
Since descending the mountain, Shen Lang had been smooth sailing, encountering no strong enemies. But this time, he had met the most terrifying enemy besides his old master.
The person standing before him was Shan Yuan, a monster who had reached the Heavenly Realm. Shen Lang hadn't fully experienced her terror yet, but an enraged Heavenly Realm expert was by no means someone he could contend with.
His Tai Yi Divine Needles had been used twice, and he couldn't use them again. Shen Lang's expression became grim, his mind racing, but he couldn't find a way to break the stalemate.
"Kid, I have to admit, you're the most terrifying person I've ever met. Because of you, I've been heavily wounded twice. I've lived for decades and never been so embarrassed."
Shan Yuan looked at Shen Lang and said word by word, "Do you know what your ending will be?"
"Bang—"
As soon as Shan Yuan finished speaking, before Shen Lang could reply, she suddenly erupted, her palm gathering immense power, and slammed heavily towards Shen Lang's chest.
Everyone present could not describe the terror of this palm strike. They only knew that the moment it was unleashed, everything around them seemed to freeze. Everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, rendering them immobile and making breathing difficult.
Was this the consequence of a Heavenly Realm expert's rage?
Everyone stared intently at Shan Yuan, involuntarily asking themselves this question.
Shock, fear – at this moment, these were the only emotions in everyone's hearts.
"As expected of a Heavenly Realm monster, truly terrifying. I was careless."
Shen Lang's movements were suppressed, and he couldn't evade. He could only watch as the palm strike bore down on him.
In the blink of an eye, Shan Yuan's palm, imbued with the terrifying power of a Heavenly Realm expert, reached Shen Lang.
In this desperate situation, Shen Lang knew he had no chance of turning the tables and could only close his eyes in resignation.
But to Shen Lang's complete surprise, just as he closed his eyes, a large hand suddenly rested on his back. Then, a power so terrifyingly immense flowed into his body. This power not only instantly removed Shan Yuan's suppression on him but also caused his right hand to reflexively raise, striking out with a palm.
"Bang—"
At the critical moment, Shen Lang's palm collided with Shan Yuan's. However, the result stunned everyone present.
Qi Dingjiang, Miao Yin, Miao Shan, and everyone else present stared at the outcome, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
They saw that Shen Lang and Shan Yuan exchanged a palm strike, and the result was Shen Lang standing his ground, while Shan Yuan was sent flying back nearly a hundred meters, crashing heavily into the cliff face in the distance. She spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground, her pupils dilating, on the verge of death.
"How... how is this possible... How could Shen Lang injure the master?"
Seeing this, Qi Dingjiang looked as if he had seen a ghost, recoiling in fear.
"Master..."
Miao Yin and Miao Shan were equally disbelieving that Shen Lang could have severely injured Miao Shan with absolute strength. Their faces turned ashen, and they cried out in despair, looking at their heavily injured master.
"Brother Shen..."
Qin Long and the others wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to begin.
In fact, not only others, but even Shen Lang himself was bewildered and incredulous about what had just happened.
However, the next second, when Shen Lang turned his head, he understood everything.
Shen Lang turned around and saw a tall, bearded man with a murderous aura standing behind him.
This man was none other than Shen Lang's maternal uncle, Song Shadao.
"Uncle..."
Seeing Song Shadao appear, Shen Lang exclaimed in shock.
"What, surprised?"
Song Shadao remained the same, his eyes always unruly, no matter how much he tried to appear refined, his wildness could not be concealed.
However, looking at Shen Lang, Song Shadao's eyes and facial expression were very gentle.
This young man before him was his sister's biological son whom she had searched for for over a decade, his nephew, a descendant of the Song family.
Song Shadao recalled when this kid was young, he used to carry Shen Lang on his shoulders and gallop around. Shen Lang was both thrilled and frightened, crying and laughing.
Shen Lang had been missing for nineteen years. During this time, not only his sister's heart had been in unbearable pain, but Song Shadao had also shed silent tears countless times.
He had sworn that if he ever found his nephew, he would never let him suffer any harm again.
Therefore, upon learning that Shen Lang and his group were at Shan Yuan Villa, Song Shadao rushed over immediately. Fortunately, he arrived at the critical moment. Otherwise, he would not be able to account to his sister, nor to himself.
"Old Song—"
The moment Song Shadao appeared, Qin Long, Xiong Zi, and Long Zi's faces lit up with joy.
"Song Shadao, how could it be you?"
The heavily injured Shan Yuan, seeing Song Shadao appear, was also shocked and said.
"What, surprised?"
Song Shadao stepped forward, standing beside Shen Lang, and looked at the shocked and injured Shan Yuan with a smile, saying, "Shan Yuan, I don't wish to be your enemy, but you want to kill my nephew. This displeases me."
"Your nephew?"
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Shan Yuan's pupils widened and he said, "He is Song Qingyi's son?"
"Yes, he is my sister Song Qingyi's son."
Song Shadao said with pride.
Then, Song Shadao added, "Godson."
"For your sister's godson, you dare to injure me?"
Shan Yuan, with all his strength, could only manage to stand up. He looked at Song Shadao and said angrily.
"Whether he's a godson or a biological son, he's always my sister's son, my good nephew. No one is allowed to kill him."
"However..."
Song Shadao said, smiling, "You said something wrong earlier. I didn't injure you. I never made a move from beginning to end. The one who injured you was my nephew."
"You..."
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Shan Yuan was furious and said, "If you hadn't infused power into him, how could his palm have injured me just now?"
"Why not?"
Song Shadao looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "My nephew is exceptionally talented. At twenty-five, his martial cultivation is already close to the middle stage of the Earth Realm. Such talent is a rarity, seen once in a millennium. He breaks the iron rules of martial arts, and when faced with danger, his potential erupts, briefly entering a Heavenly Realm state and severely injuring you. There is nothing unreasonable about this, is there?"