The Eighteenth Master of the Big Dipper

  Tang Yan killed several women in a row, making the men watching from afar feel sorry for them. Some even cursed Tang Yan for not cherishing the beauty of women. Others secretly rejoiced at his misfortune. No one expected that Zhang Handong, who had always bullied and oppressed the people, would end up like this - his wife was killed by a young man, his mother's life hung in the balance, and his only son, who was supposed to inherit the family business, was also in the enemy's hands. At any moment, he could be killed by this ruthless young man, leaving Zhang Handong unable to curse or not curse.

  "You kill them, you won't get out of here alive today!" Zhang Hanlong said as he saw Tang Yan slap to death several of his wives.

  "Can I go out or not, it's not up to you to decide, is it? Do you want your son back? Alright, cut off my hands and I'll let him go!" Tang Yan grabbed the crying child's hair with one hand and lifted him high into the air.

  "Daddy, daddy, it hurts so much, it hurts so much... waaahhh..." The child's crying voice.

  At this moment, a middle-aged man next to the five elders finally couldn't help but take action, because he knew that if he didn't take action now, the woman who usually slept with him would die at Tang Yan's hands. If you look closely, among the more than ten tearful women, one of them kept winking at him, asking him to save her. Anyway, Zhang Hanlong's son had nothing to do with his death. Even if he really killed Zhang Hanlong's son, Zhang Hanlong couldn't do anything to him, as his status was similar to that of the five elders, and he was a direct subordinate of the five elders.

  Tang Yan had long been aware of their movements. As he pounced on Tang Yan, Tang Yan gathered his energy with his left hand and punched him with incredible speed. It turned out that the days spent practicing in the water were not in vain. Before he could hit Tang Yan, Tang Yan's fist had already struck his abdomen.

  At the same time, Zhang Hanlong also seized this opportunity to strike, and his speed as a first-class master was naturally comparable to Tang Yan's. However, he did not expect that Tang Yan would throw his son at him with great force. The force was so great that if he were slammed to the ground, he would either die or become an idiot, so Zhang Hanlong gave up attacking Tang Yan and rushed towards his own son.

  They took the opportunity to attack Tang Yan, and Tang Yan would also take the opportunity to counterattack him. As Zhang Hanlong pounced on his son, Tang Yan grasped the blow snow in his hands. A self-created 32-move sword technique was chopped towards this three-star strongman who was higher than him. The old man had said that when facing a powerful enemy, if one move couldn't kill them, Tang Yan could only escape. Front attack, up and down, left and right, the 32 sword shadows that could both defend and attack covered Zhang Hanlong's body.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." Five consecutive sounds rang out, and Zhang Hanlong blocked Tang Yan's five sword shadows. However, on the fifth one, he and his son fell to the ground dead, separated from each other.

  Yes, in a split second, Zhang Hanlong could have completely blocked the thirty-two sword shadows, but he found that the weight of these sword shadows exceeded his imagination. Each one contained tons of weight, and within five moves, both hands were chopped off, and finally, his body felt a pain, lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.

  The guy who was punched by Tang Yan earlier also didn't fare any better, with a deep fist print sunk into his chest, his internal organs shattered by Tang Yan's powerful punch. Judging from the looks of it, he probably won't make it, and is now on his last breath.

  "Old fellow, how are you? Are you going to make a move?" Tang Yan said as he looked at this old man who was at least a Seven Star Great Douluo.

  "Are you being a bit too much?" The old housekeeper had been observing Tang Yan all along.

  "He's the one who snatched my woman, colluded to kill my master, I killed him, what's excessive? Don't you think Zhang Hanlong is being excessive?" Tang Yan said with his hand on the blood-stained Blow Snow.

  "Do you know that I am the fifth elder of the Tianying Sect? Relying on your little Eight-Star Dou Shi, you killed Zhang Hanlong just by luck. As long as I move a finger, do you think you can still get out of here alive?" The old man pointed at the two corpses on the ground, one big and one small.

  "Haha, if you have the ability, then show it off! You must think you're superior trash!" Tang Yan said with a smile.

  "Hmph, you're just a small fry from the Fist Gate Sect, yet you dare to shout at us, the Tianying Sect? Today, I'll send you on your way to the Yellow Springs Road!" The Fifth Elder snorted, not putting Tang Yan in his eyes at all.

  Tang Yan ignored him, turned his head back, and with another wave of his right hand, several people fell to the ground, their slender bodies lying dead on the ground. Was he ruthless? No, Tang Yan was just letting them find release from their lives, so they wouldn't have to be abused by those men anymore. So it couldn't be said that Tang Yan was ruthless.

  These women are not his, Tang Yan killed them, and the five elders did not feel any heartache. However, Tang Yan also killed people from the Tianying Sect. As one of the five elders, he could no longer sit back and do nothing. If he didn't kill Tang Yan, who would be willing to stay in the Tianying Sect in the future?

  "Hong!" The Eight-Star Great Dou Shi was a full ten levels higher than Tang Yan, and if it weren't for Tang Yan's speed, he would have already been hit.

  Looking at the huge pit that had exploded on the ground, Tang Yan knew that this was a ruthless move. However, he didn't choose to escape and instead used his self-created Thirty-Two Paths of Knife Technique to slash towards him. Although Tang Yan's self-created Thirty-Two Paths of Knife Technique seemed like child's play in the eyes of a master, unfortunately, this Fifth Elder wasn't a master, he was only an Eight-Star Great Master after all. A true master wasn't a Dou Ling, but rather a Dou Wang or above.

  So for now, Tang Yan's self-created Thirty-Two Sword Techniques still have the upper hand. The four levels of martial arts, Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang, are all surpassed by Tang Yan's creation. At the very least, the Thirty-Two Sword Path created by Tang Yan is at the high level of Huang grade. It can be seen that Tang Yan has some real skills in mathematics, which can be inferred from the creation of this sword technique through the Thirty-Eight Fist.

  Thirty-two sword shadows shrouded the body of the Fifth Elder, who was retreating while blocking them. His fists were numbed from the shock. At this moment, he knew why Zhang Hanlong died at his hands - it was clearly because of the giant sword in Tang Yan's hand that was a head taller than him.

  "Is that all you've got? What Eight Stars Great Fighting Master, in my eyes you're not even a fart!" Tang Yan saw him block thirty-two moves, standing there with his hands constantly trembling, and tightly grasping his fists, staring at him with an astonished gaze.

  "Alright, very good, dare to oppose the Tianying Sect, I will make your fist gate disappear, but first kill you now!" After finishing, the fighting spirit on his body burst out, and his double fists turned into claws, towards Tang Yan.

  Tianying Claw is a unique martial art of the Tianying Sect, only available to internal elder-level practitioners. It's said that when practiced to a high level, it can shatter gold and jade.

  Unfortunately, he encountered not gold or jade, but frost. The weight of the frost was nothing to speak of, nor its sharpness, but what was frightening was that it was even harder than diamond. At that time, Tang Yan truly admired someone who could forge such an icy cold, neither knife nor sword, weapon.

  "Damn it, that move again!" The five elders of the Tang Sect saw Tang Yan once again charging towards him with his Thirty-Two Sword Style.

  Can't help but say, this move is really fucking awesome, can both defend and attack, one side blocking his Tianying Claw, while counterattacking him. In less than ten moves, he retreated more than a dozen steps. At the same time, Tang Yan made a swift and decisive strike, once again unleashing his 32 Sword Techniques towards him from all directions.

  "Take your old life!" Tang Yan said as he saw his ten fingers full of fresh blood.

  The Tianying Claw is nothing, under the Blowing Snow, it's still injured. Now being held by Tang Yan with a two-ton heavy blow of snow, each strike weighs at least five to eight tons or more. As long as Tang Yan's strength increases, the weight of each sword strike from Blowing Snow becomes heavier, and the weight of five to eight tons is like cotton in front of a strong face above the level of Dou Wang. Even in the eyes of a great Dou master, it is a fatal injury, being struck by Tang Yan several times in a row, his body sank heavily into the pit.

  "You can't kill me, you can't..."

  Not finished speaking, Tang Yan made a move of Mount Tai pressing down on him, and the five elders' fingers were all broken under the snow. In the end, Zhang Hanlong was also split in two. Fresh blood dyed Tang Yan's whole body red, but his hand blowing snow didn't get stained with blood, and it sparkled like snow in the air.

  "Don't, don't kill us!" cried Long Han's woman, who had not died, as Tang Yan, the blood-soaked man, walked towards them.

  "Get out of my sight, all of you!" Tang Yan struck out with a few more swords, finishing off these miserable creatures.

  The Zhang family was annihilated, and Zhang Hanlong of Zhangjiatun was killed by Tang Yan. All twenty-three members of the family were killed at the hands of Tang Yan. As for those servants, Tang Yan did not pursue them, allowing them to escape with stolen goods from the Zhang residence. Of course, when Tang Yan left, he put all the gifts on the table into his spatial ring. Then, he recalled Blowing Snow into the space and rushed towards the Pugilistic Door, moving even faster than when he arrived.

  "The old man won't blame me, anyway. He didn't see it, so I'll just catch up with Little Shifu first and then bring Chui Xue back later!" Tang Yan thought of the old man's request to carry Chui Xue on his back for 24 hours a day.

  The snowstorm subsided, and Tang Yan still looked like Xi Mao's legs, rushing along the way with trees on both sides of the forest passing by like shadows at a speed of 100 meters in two seconds.

  Unexpectedly, Tang Yan ran for twenty minutes and saw his junior sister and them sitting by the side of the road, with two fellow disciples beside her, seemingly persuading her about something. They looked like they were waiting for Tang Yan. This warmed Tang Yan's heart, and he walked towards Zi Lan with a smile, asking her why she was here, which was actually a rhetorical question.

  "Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Sister refuses to leave and says she wants to wait for you here!" said Fourth Older Brother who was standing beside him.

  "Are you okay?" Seeing Tang Yan appear, covered in blood, he asked with concern.

  "I'm fine, I've killed them all. Let's go back, Little Sister!" Tang Yan said, gazing at the breathtaking beauty before him.

  "Really, your whole body is covered in blood, are you injured somewhere?!" Zilan stared at Tang Yan's blood-covered body, anxiously searching him from head to toe on the ground, while Xiaoyu's hands were still feeling around his body.

  "This blood is all from the enemy, let's go! That Northern Lu rubbish is still waiting for me to deal with him!" Tang Yan took out the spatial ring and walked behind, saying to his little junior sister.

  Along the way, Tang Yan naturally didn't harmonize with them as they asked him questions. They asked Tang Yan why he had become so powerful, and Tang Yan wouldn't say that the old man was helping him. He just said that the medicinal power he had been soaking in before suddenly burst out, which is why he became so strong. As for the snowstorm behind him, Tang Yan said it was because Lu Bei and the others forced him into the demon beast forest, where he picked some up. Of course, they wouldn't believe him, but they knew that if they asked further, Tang Yan would say the same thing.

  What made Zilan a little embarrassed was that all the way, Tang Yan's eyes kept staring at her face, making her both shy and happy, wanting to throw herself into Tang Yan's arms and pour out these bitter days.

  "I've killed Zhang Hanlong and the five elders of the Tianying Sect, they might take revenge on the Fist Gate!" Tang Yan put away that flirtatious gaze, with a very serious expression looking at the road ahead.

  "What's going to happen? The Fist Gate was founded by Father and them!" Zi Lan asked after hearing Tang Yan's words.