"Whoever you are, you dare break into Spirit Martial Gate at night? Come with us quietly, or else, hmph!"
The two Spirit Martial Gate disciples sobered up by more than half upon hearing this.
One of them suddenly unleashed his aura. His clothes visibly began to swell, and the phantom of a wolf appeared behind him.
A thick layer of leather armor emerged around the other man's body. He was a Soul Master with a Marsh Black Armored Crocodile martial soul.
The two of them lunged at Tang Lan simultaneously, their claws incomparably sharp.
Yet they suddenly found themselves unable to move before Tang Lan, their bodies still frozen in their attacking postures.
At the same time, Tang Lan's aura bore down upon them like a tsunami, overwhelming them from all directions.
"W-what realm is this expert at? My body can't move!"
"So powerful!"
The pupils of those two Spirit Martial Gate disciples rapidly dilated. A sense of death surged into their hearts, turning their faces deathly pale in an instant.
Tang Lan slowly raised his hand and tapped several points on their bodies from afar.
This was an acupoint-sealing technique from the Tang Sect's secret art, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.
Tang Lan sealed four acupoints on each of them: ones that sealed their Soul Power, temporarily robbed them of mobility, and silenced them.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare your little lives for now."
As Tang Lan spoke, he had already appeared dozens of zhang farther up the mountain.
He encountered such scenes many times along the way. Some people were knocked unconscious, while others had their acupoints sealed.
Whenever he encountered particularly stubborn people who attacked viciously, Tang Lan casually killed them.
Tang Lan's brazen march up the mountain soon caught the attention of Spirit