Yin Ku grew furious at the sight of Blue Scorpion's weakened state. Lin Lang had forced him to join the Sun Moon Holy Cult, and he was already seething.
This was the perfect chance to vent his anger on the Tang Clan!
Even without the Green Demon Hand, he could kill with his bare hands.
With the formidable strength of a Peak Grandmaster, he could hold his breath longer. Poisoned hidden weapons could not touch him, and he paid ordinary poisonous smoke no heed.
Yin Yeku showed no mercy as he killed, either. He, too, wanted to make a good showing before Lin Lang.
This was a Great Grandmaster. The future leader of the Holy Cult would surely be this man.
Perhaps if he worked hard enough, the Right Envoy would give him some pointers, letting him obtain divine techniques and supreme arts sooner and giving him a chance to advance further.
After all, he was no longer young. If he delayed another decade or two, his vitality would decline, and even with a divine technique, he might not be able to break through.
Even if he did, he would be like Feng Qingyang, among the weakest of their rank.
Lin Lang swung both hands, combining fists and palms in an ever-changing array of moves.
Within a few exchanges, he had fought his way to their leader, Fourth Young Master Tang, Tang Tianfeng.
Tang Tianfeng hurled a handful of poison sand at Lin Lang using Flowers Filling the Sky.
If even one grain touched him, Lin Lang would be poisoned. Even a Great Grandmaster would suffer.
This was what made the Tang Clan terrifying. Even without a Great Grandmaster overseeing them, none of the top sects had ever dared provoke them.
In his eyes, Lin Lang would have to dodge