Chapter 19

Chen Ang burst out laughing, unable to help but be impressed by these people's confidence. Evil cults and heretical sects from all over the country dared to mention integrity to him? Under the influence of the Three Corpses Brain Control Pill of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, they behaved no better than dogs. Now, looking so tough, they probably still believed they had the upper hand and could control him.

"You're overestimating yourselves!" Chen Ang said coolly. "To be honest, although you have some reputation in the martial world, in my eyes, you're no different from a bunch of clay chickens and straw dogs. Wanting to serve under me..."

He smiled slightly, turned around with his hands behind his back, "You're not worthy!"

He said this very naturally, as if he were greeting an acquaintance with a "Good morning!" There was no mocking tone, no look of disdain, as if he were merely stating a fact known to all.

Lan Fenghuang managed to suppress her anger upon hearing this, but it was clear that the others' expressions were off. A hoarse voice slowly said, "You young man, you're asking for it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a cold light flashed with a gust of wind, heading straight for Chen Ang's knee. It was an iron lotus seed, about the size of a marble. If anyone else were hit by it, their knee bones would likely be shattered.

But Chen Ang was not just anyone.

He raised his right hand, like a swallow skimming the water, effortlessly catching the iron lotus seed, ignoring the force that could kill a buffalo.

Holding the iron lotus seed between his thumb and index finger, Chen Ang smiled, "So enthusiastic, I'll have to treat you to some lotus seeds!"

With a "Whoosh!" the iron lotus seed shot out. When it left his hand, everyone could still see its shadow, but by the time they heard the wind, it had already traveled dozens of meters and deeply embedded itself in someone's chest.

Using just two fingers, Chen Ang had launched this attack with the power of a sniper rifle.

Its speed was no less than that of a bullet, and the force was even more varied. After all, a bullet might turn, but it certainly couldn't make seven or eight turns to hit someone hiding behind a crowd.

But internal energy could do that.

Chen Ang only heard the sound of bones breaking, and the figure was thrown high into the air, landing heavily on the ground like a rag doll. Although there was only a large bowl-shaped indentation in his chest, the way his limbs were twisted suggested that all his bones had been shattered in that one blow.

What a vicious iron lotus seed, what terrifying power.

To launch such a round projectile at such speed was already difficult, and few in the martial world could do it. But to use a single iron lotus seed to shatter all of someone's bones with a single blow was unparalleled.

Lan Fenghuang's eyes twitched, and her lips twitched fiercely.

She recognized the person; he was a famous expert in hidden weapons among the various sects, known for his powerful and swift iron lotus seeds, earning him the nickname "Bone-Crushing Lotus." She had thought his lotus seeds were "swift and powerful," but after seeing this attack, she realized what "powerful and swift" truly meant.

Even if someone were standing in front of it in heavy armor, they would be shaken to the point of bone fracture.

In that instant, the faces of the evil cultists on the boat changed dramatically. They gathered in groups of three or five, moving in a coordinated manner, and pounced on Chen Ang.

From that single lotus seed, they already knew that the rumors about Chen Ang in the martial world were not exaggerated but, in fact, understated. Chen Ang was far more terrifying than the rumors suggested. They had not caught a big fish but a dragon that could stir the rivers and seas.

"The target is tough! Everyone, attack together!"

The old ancestor of the Yellow River, Zu Qianqiu, called out anxiously.

Seeing Chen Ang's move, they realized that their previous plans of subduing him without a fight or intimidating him were all empty words. Facing such a terrifying person, if they did not use their full strength and fight to the death, making Chen Ang truly feel the threat to his life, their plans would be nothing but a joke.

At the call, various evil cultists unleashed their ultimate moves. In an instant, the air around Chen Ang was filled with the glow of blades and swords. Zu Qianqiu held a ghost-head saber, gripping the handle with both hands and slashing diagonally forward, the cold light spreading out, the bone-chilling cold making the temperature on the scene drop a few degrees.

Chen Ang lightly tapped his right hand, as if exerting no force, gently touching the blade. His body, like a feather, suddenly soared into the air, using the force of the saber to float in the air.

Lan Fenghuang gritted her teeth and called out, "Chen Ang, we mean you no harm. If you just show some weakness, we will be greatly indebted to you!"

"Too much talk!" Chen Ang replied casually, his fingers moving like flowers, pointing at someone and knocking them down. He moved through the crowd as if he were strolling in a courtyard, dodging danger with ease, not even looking at the others, as if performing a solo act.

But if one looked closely, they would see that Chen Ang's finger techniques were incredibly intricate. Each point contained at least seventy or eighty variations, forcing the opponent to use all their skills to barely defend. If their movements were even slightly slow, they would be struck by a finger.

Lan Fenghuang's face turned serious, and she couldn't help but stomp her foot, joining the attack.

She waved her hand, releasing a white mist that fell on the others, making them dodge as if they had seen a ghost, cursing, "Lan Fenghuang, why did you scatter the poison powder on me! Look where you're aiming!"

Lan Fenghuang's eyes flashed with anger, and she saw the person scream, scratching at his body, stumbling to the ground, and rubbing himself, begging, "So itchy! It's killing me! Please, spare me, spare me this time!"

The others' faces showed fear, and Lan Fenghuang kicked the person away, a poisonous fog spraying from her palm, like a dragon or snake, circling around Chen Ang. But she heard Chen Ang laugh lightly.

"Lady Lan Fenghuang, did you forget that I am a doctor?"

Lan Fenghuang's eyes flashed with pride, and she said arrogantly, "So what if you're a doctor? How can you resist the strange techniques of the Miao region?"

Chen Ang looked at her with a mysterious smile, "But if you don't trust my medical skills, why did you come to me to remove the Three Corpses Brain Control Pill? Even you, Lady Lan, couldn't handle it, so why seek help from a person from the Central Plains?"

"You..." Lan Fenghuang was speechless, staring at Chen Ang. After a few breaths, Chen Ang, standing in the poisonous fog, still looked relaxed. An impatient cultist shouted, "Lan Fenghuang, what are you doing!"

Without waiting for Lan Fenghuang to stop him, he pounced, but as soon as he touched the mist, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Why can't the soul-ensnaring fog affect you!" Lan Fenghuang couldn't help but ask, her eyes filled with shock.

"You mean this mist?" Chen Ang laughed, pointing at the fog in the air. "Compared to the Biesu Qingfeng, your mist is far inferior! Not only is it not colorless and odorless..." He sniffed, frowning, "The quality is also much worse!"

"Alright, no more games!" Chen Ang drew a soft sword from his sleeve, lightly tapping his right foot, and his body soared into the air, as if pulled by a long thread, reaching dozens of meters high. He only used the mast for a few moments, the rest relying on his internal energy and the strong wind over the river.

Lan Fenghuang's face turned pale, and she flicked her wrist, releasing dozens of various-sized poisonous creatures in front of her. But as Chen Ang descended, a sword light flashed like a rainbow, slicing through the air on the ship.

Seeing this sword light, the various cultists finally understood how ridiculous their actions were.

A firefly daring to compete with the moon!

A sharp pain in their hands, and their weapons were knocked away. Lan Fenghuang's poisonous creatures didn't even last a moment before they were reduced to dust in the sword light. She felt like she was facing a massive wave, struggling helplessly before being swallowed by the sea of swords.

From a distance, the large ship called out, seeing the cultists on this ship fall to the deck without resistance, while Chen Ang stood there with his sword, they were greatly alarmed and quickly pushed out several powerful crossbows.

The crossbow bolts, as thick as a bowl and as long as a gun barrel, their tips gleaming with a cold light, pointed directly at Chen Ang.

Chen Ang only looked up and smiled, "Have you heard of the Biesu Qingfeng I mentioned earlier?"

Before he finished speaking, the cultists were already limp and lying on the ground.

Looking at the cultists lying on the ground, Chen Ang said calmly, "I want to remind you one last time, if you walk too far, you will eventually meet a tiger!"