"Bang—"
Just as Qin Long and the others felt increasingly strained and uncomfortable, Shen Lang suddenly snapped his fingers, and in an instant, Qin Long and the others found that the terrifying pressure had vanished without a trace.
"There's no need to pull out those spooky and deceitful tricks like the Esoteric Buddhist chants, it's embarrassing."
Shen Lang shouted into the house, "I'm here today to find Qi Dingjiang. It has nothing to do with anyone else. If you don't interfere, I won't offend you. If you do interfere, then come out and let's see if your head is harder than my fist."
"Presumptuous—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, an angry voice came from inside the house: "Boy, you're so arrogant at such a young age, with no manners at all. Who taught you?"
"Who taught me has nothing to do with you, but I warn you, you cannot afford to provoke me. If you provoke me, I guarantee you will lose all your cultivation."
Shen Lang smiled at the person inside the house and said, "Whether you believe it or not, there's one thing I want to tell you: there are always people better than you, and there's always someone stronger. Don't ruin yourself."
"Shen Lang, how dare you speak to my master like that, you're simply arrogant."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Miaoshan was furious and said, "Do you believe my master's roar can shatter you to death?"
"I don't believe it, not at all."
Shen Lang smiled upon hearing this and said, "I'm right here, you can let her roar and try."
"Master, this brat is arrogant, this disciple is no match for him, please slay this child."
Hearing Shen Lang actually dared to scorn his master, Miaoshan became even more enraged, and knelt down shouting.
"Slaying this nameless junior is not something that requires the master's effort, we are enough."
As Miaoshan's words fell, the next second, four women walked out of the wooden house.
They had faces as beautiful as Miaoshan's, figures as graceful, and their attire was also similar to Miaoshan's.
However, compared to Miaoshan, they were more arrogant, more condescending, and more disdainful.
These four women, with hair down to their waists, held peach blossom swords and exuded a murderous aura.
They were none other than Miaoshan's four senior sisters: Miaoyin, Miaole, Miaoshi, and Miaohua.
Unlike Miaoshan, they were the first disciples of the person inside, and were stronger than Miaoshan in every aspect.
"Boy, your name is Shen Lang, right?"
Looking at Shen Lang, Miaoyin, the leader, said with an icy expression.
"Yes, I am Shen Lang, any problem?"
Shen Lang looked at Miaoyin and smiled, "I don't want to be your enemy, and the person I'm looking for isn't you. The person I'm looking for is Qi Dingjiang, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Young Master Qi is the master's guest, and he cannot be offended."
Miaoyin looked at Shen Lang displeasedly and said, "If you kneel down now and apologize to my master, I will generously let you go. Otherwise, today you will pay the price for your arrogance."
"That's right, Shen Lang, it's not too late to kneel and apologize to the Grandmaster. Otherwise, the Grandmaster's disciples will make you regret it deeply."
Hearing Miaoyin's words, Qi Dingjiang's face showed a smug smile and said, "Your martial cultivation is not low, but compared to the Grandmaster's disciples, you are far behind."
"Come on—"
Hearing Qi Dingjiang's words, Shen Lang ignored him and looked at Miaoyin and the others, "I must offend Qi Dingjiang. Since you want to help him, then come on."
Saying this, Shen Lang looked at Qin Long and said, "Brother Qin Long, lend me your Han sword."
"Brother Shen, here you go."
As Shen Lang finished speaking, Qin Long smiled, took off the wooden Han sword hanging from his waist, and handed it to Shen Lang with both hands.
Although Qin Long wore firearms, his Han sword never left him. His swordsmanship was taught by Dugu Jian. Although he only had one move, it had saved his life countless times and defeated enemies.
Qin Long's Han sword was made of deep-sea aged wood, which was harder and sharper than steel. Shen Lang held it in his hand, feeling its immense weight.
"Good sword—"
Shen Lang praised the Han sword and then said to Miaoyin, "Let's begin."
"Take him down and hand him over to the master for disposal."
As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, Miaoyin shouted at the other three.
The next second, Miaoyin, Miaole, Miaoshi, and Miaohua simultaneously drew their swords, and in an instant, the four of them thrust their swords towards Shen Lang from four different angles.
The four of them seemed to be of one mind, and the sword momentum formed a terrifying cage, enveloping Shen Lang.
The swords had not yet arrived, but the terrifying sword momentum was enough to make Qin Long and the others' faces change.
"As expected of the Grandmaster's disciples, so young, yet their martial cultivation has reached the peak. Terrifying, too terrifying."
Qin Long sighed as he watched the terrifying sword momentum displayed by the four of Miaoyin from their very first move, and couldn't help but worry about Shen Lang.
"Four Images Sword Formation, not bad, it has some power."
The terrifying sword momentum formed a large vortex around Shen Lang, gradually swallowing him.
Shen Lang knew that if he was not careful, he would be swallowed and shredded by the terrifying sword momentum.
Shen Lang recognized this as the long-lost Four Images Sword Formation, a sword formation where four people acted as one, maximizing their combined strength.
Miaoyin and the other three were all in the mid-stage of the Profound Realm. When the four of them used the Four Images Sword Formation, their combined strength was equivalent to that of an Earth Realm expert.
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying sword momentum enveloped Shen Lang.
However, at this very moment, Shen Lang moved.
Shen Lang gripped the scabbard of the Han sword with his left hand and the hilt with his right, and in an instant, he gathered his strength and drew the sword.
Although the wooden Han sword was not comparable to the Yi Xi Sword, the power of the drawing sword strike was about seventy to eighty percent. The moment the Han sword was unsheathed, the terrifying sword momentum of Miaoyin and the others was directly dispelled.
"What?"
Seeing that Shen Lang had broken their sword momentum with a single sword strike, Miaoyin and the others' pupils instantly widened, their faces filled with disbelief.
The most terrifying sword momentum of the Four Images Sword Formation had been broken, and the power of the formation was weakened by more than half.
The next second, their swords pierced towards Shen Lang, while Shen Lang rapidly swung his sword.
In a flash of lightning, Shen Lang swung his sword twice.
With the first sword, Shen Lang cut off the peach blossom swords held by Miaoyin and the others.
With the second sword, Shen Lang severed the meridians in Miaoyin's and the others' wrists.
In an instant, all four of them flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, their sword-holding hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Senior Sisters..."
Seeing Miaoyin and the others defeated by Shen Lang, Miaoshan's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
Miaoyin and the others, with their four swords combined equal to an Earth Realm expert, had been defeated by Shen Lang so easily. How could Miaoshan believe it?
"This..."
Qin Long and the others were also stunned, finding it hard to believe that what was happening was real.
"Brother Shen, mighty."
Two seconds later, after confirming that everything was real, Qin Long and Xiong Zi led the way, letting out excited cheers.
At this moment, an aged figure slowly walked out of the wooden house.
She was barely over five feet tall, thin, wearing a monk's robe, holding a whisk, and her eyes were as calm as stagnant water.
Looking at Qin Long and the others who were cheering excitedly, she showed disgust on her face: "A bunch of abominations."
With that, she lightly swept her whisk, and instantly, Qin Long and the others were sent flying over ten meters as if caught in a tornado, falling haphazardly on the ground. They all suffered broken bones, internal injuries, and were continuously spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.