"Boy, at such a young age, instead of learning good things, you only know how to bully the weak and do evil?"
Looking at the arrogant Tang Qubing, Shen Lang coldly snorted, "Is this how your parents taught you?"
"What, you bastard, trying to preach to me?"
Tang Qubing scoffed at Shen Lang with disdain, "I don't even listen to my parents, why should I listen to you?"
Hearing this, Shen Lang smiled, "You don't have to listen to your parents if they preach to you, because they won't do anything to you."
"However, if you don't listen to me, I'm sorry, you'll know what a severe beating is."
As he spoke, Shen Lang's eyes gradually turned cold, "Kneel down, apologize to Yu Xiao for your foul language, and promise not to harass her again."
"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Tang Qubing seemed to have misheard, his face full of shock, "Haha, I, Tang Qubing, have never met anyone as arrogant as you since I was born. Interesting, very interesting."
Tang Qubing looked at Yu Xiao, his expression becoming more sinister, and said to Shen Lang, "You bastard, how dare you stop me from playing with women. You can die."
As he spoke, Tang Qubing's eyes turned cold, and he raised his right hand. Three sleeve darts, as long and as thick as chopsticks, shot out from his sleeve without warning towards Shen Lang.
"Tang Sect person?"
The sleeve darts were the same as Tang Zixuan's, which made Shen Lang instantly confirm Tang Qubing's identity.
However, Shen Lang, who was not afraid of Tang Zixuan, the son of the Tang Sect master, was even less afraid of Tang Qubing, whose status in the Tang Sect was unknown.
"Swish—"
As the sleeve darts approached him, Shen Lang's right hand quickly shot out, grabbing the three sleeve darts. Then, with a forceful shake, the three sleeve darts instantly broke into nine pieces and fell to the ground with a clatter.
"What?"
Seeing that Shen Lang not only grabbed the three sleeve darts with quick hands and eyes but also easily shattered the three steel-forged sleeve darts, a look of disbelief appeared on Tang Qubing's arrogant face.
He never expected that Shen Lang in front of him would be a martial artist, and with such terrifying strength.
"Humph, I admit I misjudged you just now, I didn't see that you were a martial artist. But even if you are a martial artist, you have touched my forbidden pleasure, and you will still die."
Tang Qubing snorted coldly, then took out a black tube from his pocket.
This black tube was about twenty centimeters long, and at the top, there was a protruding black button.
Tang Qubing aimed it at Shen Lang. Shen Lang saw hundreds of dense needle holes at the end of the tube that was aimed at him.
"Tang Sect's Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles?"
Seeing the dense needle holes on the black tube, Shen Lang's face changed slightly and he said.
The Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles were the Tang Sect's most lethal weapon. Once the switch was pressed, hundreds of poisoned steel needles hidden inside would instantly shoot out.
Facing hundreds of poisoned steel needles, a person was like a pear blossom battered by a storm in a courtyard, with no escape route, and could not dodge at all.
And this was not the most terrifying part. The most terrifying thing was that the hundreds of steel needles carried the Tang Sect's deadly poison that would seal blood on contact. Once hit, one would die on the spot with no chance of survival.
"Not bad, you have some knowledge."
Seeing that Shen Lang could recognize the black tube in his hand, Tang Qubing's face showed a proud smile, and he said, "To die under the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles is a blessing you've cultivated over ten lifetimes."
"Are you confident that the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles in your hand can kill me?"
Facing Tang Qubing's smugness, Shen Lang sneered and said.
"Can't I?"
Tang Qubing snorted coldly and said, "Do you know why the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles are called the Tang Sect's most lethal weapon?"
"It's very simple, because its lethality is enough to snipe a Heavenly Realm expert. Do you think you are more powerful than a Heavenly Realm expert?"
"Three hundred years ago, the Tang Sect's greatest genius, Tang Fengyun, designed this peerless hidden weapon, which allowed the Tang Sect to dominate Sichuan from then on."
"For the past three hundred years, many powerful enemies have wanted to destroy the Tang Sect, but in the end, they all died from these Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles."
"However, after Tang Fengyun died, the design of the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles was lost. Later Tang family members used those forged by Tang Fengyun before his death. Over three hundred years, only three remain. You should feel honored to die by one of them."
Tang Qubing said proudly, and then was about to press the switch.
"Enough to snipe a Heavenly Realm?"
Hearing Tang Qubing's words, Shen Lang laughed, "The lethality of the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles is exactly the same as what I've heard, but unfortunately, it's in your hands now, and you can't kill me with it."
"What did you say?"
Seeing Shen Lang's fearless expression, Tang Qubing was greatly perplexed and asked.
"What, you haven't felt any abnormality in your body yet?"
Shen Lang said playfully.
The next second, Tang Qubing's body seemed to have its strength instantly drained, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
Tang Qubing couldn't understand why, in an instant, he lost all his strength and couldn't even move a finger.
"Is it... is it this golden needle as thin as a hair?"
Tang Qubing carefully searched for the reason and finally saw a golden needle as thin as a hair, but it had been shot into his Tianfu acupoint.
"This... did you shoot this golden needle?"
Tang Qubing looked at Shen Lang with a terrified expression and tentatively asked.
"Clever, you guessed right."
Shen Lang smiled upon hearing this.
"What?"
Upon receiving Shen Lang's direct confirmation, Tang Qubing's eyes became even more terrified.
Shen Lang had been talking to him the whole time, and his fingers hadn't moved. When did he shoot this hair-thin golden needle?
Furthermore, how did Shen Lang use such a strange method to make him lose all his strength with just a hair-thin golden needle?
Tang Qubing, who was from the Tang Sect, had seen many incredible methods of launching hidden weapons and many means of causing death.
However, Tang Qubing had never heard of Shen Lang's traceless method, and he was terrified to the bone.
At this moment, Shen Lang had already strode towards him.
Shen Lang was 1.9 meters tall and powerfully built. Even when not angry, he exuded a strong oppressive aura. What's more, Shen Lang's face was now grim, like dark clouds covering the sky, making Tang Qubing instinctively feel fear.
"This lethal weapon, the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles, you are too young, you can't handle it. Let me handle it."
Shen Lang squatted in front of Tang Qubing, sneered, and then snatched the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles from Tang Qubing's hand.
"Here, take the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles. Please don't hurt me."
Like a fish on a chopping board, Tang Qubing, without any power to resist, looked at Shen Lang, his face devoid of its previous arrogance and high-handedness, replaced by unspeakable humility and cowardice.
However, Tang Qubing deeply remembered this humiliation. He secretly vowed that if he had the chance, he would definitely retaliate fiercely.
Not only Shen Lang would die, but everyone related to Shen Lang would also die.
"Thank you—"
Hearing Tang Qubing's words, Shen Lang smiled and put the Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needles back into his pocket.
The next second, Shen Lang stood up and mercilessly stepped on Tang Qubing's right hand, breaking it.