All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

As soon as the caravan arrived at the Bai residence, several people were already standing at the gate, as if they had known in advance and had come to greet them.

Bai Yan stood at the forefront of the group, and as the caravan approached, he was about to go and greet them. However, he noticed that the caravan members, though not like refugees fleeing a disaster, were indeed quite disheveled. Puzzled, Bai Yan stepped forward and addressed the caravan leader:

"Brother Zhao, why are you in such a sorry state? What happened on the road?" Although the caravan consisted entirely of Mongols, they all adopted Song Dynasty names to conceal their identities while traveling within Song Dynasty territory.

Upon hearing Bai Yan's question, Brother Zhao looked dejected and recounted the fire he had encountered on the road. As soon as he finished speaking, he said anxiously, "Master Bai, you should quickly have the servants prepare some hot water. I'm really uncomfortable covered in soot."

Seeing the other party's anxious expression, Bai Yan wanted to learn more about the details of the fire, but considering that he would be trading with the other party at the banquet, he couldn't afford to offend him at this moment. So he could only suppress his doubts and ordered his trusted confidant to take the other party into the mansion to clean him up.

As for the rest of the caravan, these were merely the other party's entourage, and there was no place for them at the banquet, so Bai Yan naturally didn't care.

While the two were talking, Yang Pan's gaze was already fixed on Bai Yan in the caravan.

Although the Beggars' Sect's intelligence records included a description of this person, and even a watercolor portrait, both were too abstract for Yang Pan to identify Bai Yan. However, the caravan leader's earlier mention of "Hall Master Bai" confirmed Yang Pan's suspicions.

He originally thought he would need to enter the Bai residence to get close to the other party, but he didn't expect Bai Yan to attach so much importance to this Mongolian caravan and come out to greet them personally, which gave him an opportunity.

Yang Pan's original plan was to approach Bai Yan and then launch a sudden attack, killing him whether inside or outside the Bai residence. Moreover, if he could kill Bai Yan quickly at the Bai residence gate, it would make it easier for him to escape later.

At the entrance of the Bai residence, after his trusted confidant led Brother Zhao inside, Bai Yan prepared to turn and leave. The goods from the merchant caravan outside would naturally be carried inside by the remaining people.

But just as he turned around, he felt a strange unease. It seemed that someone among the people outside was watching him. Bai Yan had been watched before, but this gaze made him feel uncomfortable, even a little uneasy.

With a slight frown, Bai Yan suddenly turned around to look at the crowd, trying to find the owner of that gaze when they weren't paying attention.

However, the moment he turned around, a clear, ringing sound of a blade suddenly rang out across the night sky.

Clang!

As soon as the sound of the sword rang out, a gust of wind rushed out from the caravan. Before everyone could react, the long sword was drawn and its cold, sharp light, like a bolt of lightning, slashed towards the white rock in front of the Bai Mansion.

The attack was swift and fierce, giving no time for those around to react. Or rather, none of them expected that someone in the caravan would try to kill Bai Yan!

"You're asking for it!"

Seeing the blade approaching, Bai Yan was surprised, but in an instant, he was overwhelmed by the soaring killing intent. He let out a roar and his right palm, imbued with immense internal force, slammed forward.

boom!

A surge of air erupted as the blade and the palm faced each other, seemingly about to collide, but in the blink of an eye, the palm turned in mid-air.

A sneer flashed in Bai Yan's eyes. He had been practicing the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique for many years, but due to his own talent, the technique was not very powerful.

But the Dragon Subduing Palm is still the Dragon Subduing Palm; while its power is fierce, it is also full of subtle variations. In particular, the "Regretful Dragon Soaring" move, which serves as the general principle of the palm technique, emphasizes that although the dragon soars fiercely, its fullness cannot last. It is a move that combines both strength and gentleness, and Bai Yan has a deep understanding of its essence.

Therefore, although his palm strike, delivered in anger, seemed fierce, it contained ample room for variation. Now, his hand flipped, and his entire arm twisted like a dragon or snake, narrowly avoiding the incoming blade. Then, his inner force surged again, striking straight at Yang Pan's chest.

Hurala!

The palm strike was fierce, and even though it was still three inches away from Yang Pan's chest, it had already made his robes flutter loudly. Yang Pan could even feel a faint sense of oppression coming from his chest.

But seeing the changes in Baiyan's palm technique, Yang Pan was not surprised at all. In fact, when the opponent unleashed this powerful palm strike, he guessed that the opponent might be using one of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

However, even though the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are profound, it depends on who wields them. Bai Yan is only a third-rate martial artist, not a master like Guo Jing or Hong Qigong.

Yang Pan was no ordinary third-rate martial artist. Facing the impending palm strike, he flipped his wrist.

With his immense strength and internal energy, the originally thin and straightforward blade light transformed into a fan-shaped phantom in an instant. The long blade changed unpredictably, and in a moment, all 172 moves were unleashed like water being poured out, covering Bai Yan's entire right arm.

The wind howled fiercely, the blades flashed like a storm!

Seeing Yang Pan's sudden change, Bai Yan's pupils contracted. He had thought that Yang Pan would surely die under the Dragon Subduing Palm, but now it was he who was in danger.

But it was impossible to retract the hand at this moment. Bai Yan's eyes hardened, and the internal energy flowing through the six meridians in his dantian surged like a river, all rushing towards the hand. The hand barely dodged a blade of light and continued to advance straight forward with overwhelming force.

It is advantageous to cross great rivers!

This move, the most decisive of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, an unstoppable palm strike, was suddenly unleashed by Bai Yan. Instantly, his palm strike became three times faster, and it looked like it was about to touch Yang Pan's chest.

But it was ultimately a step slower than Yang Pan's blade flash, *splat*!

The sound of a long blade piercing flesh rang out briefly, and then everyone saw an arm fly high between the two combatants, with hot blood splattering everywhere in the still-lingering air.

This change was so sudden that Bai Yan didn't even have time to react. When he sensed it again, he saw that his entire right arm had been severed at the shoulder.

"Ah! Kill him!"

Bai Yan let out a scream as he watched in horror as the opponent's blade continued to engulf him. He retreated while shouting to the people around him.

The battle between the two happened so fast; from the moment the longsword was drawn to the moment Bai Yan lost his arm, only two breaths had passed. The surrounding people were still stunned. It wasn't until Bai Yan shouted that they rushed towards Yang Pan.

However, the people from the Bai family had originally accompanied Bai Yan to welcome the merchant caravan, and at this moment they were not carrying any weapons. When the remaining members of the caravan saw Yang Pan rush out from their own group, they assumed that there had been some change in the relationship between the two sides, and for a moment they did not make a move.

With Bai Yan's arm severed, his strength was greatly reduced, so how could Yang Pan possibly let go of this golden opportunity?

Yang Pan channeled some of his internal energy into the meridians of his legs, then strode forward, his figure as fierce as a tiger. He no longer pursued subtle variations in his longsword, but instead swung it with all his might, the blade flashing and creating gusts of air as he chased after Bai Yan.

Chi Chi!

Blood spurted from Bai Yan's body. The gushing blood from his severed arm already made him dizzy and disoriented. Even though he wanted to escape, his legs were weak and his steps were unsteady. Facing Yang Pan, whose strength was not diminished, he was unable to dodge several of the blows.

Before the Bai family members rushed forward, Bai Yan's head had already flown high into the air.

"Ah! He killed the hall master!"

"Damn it, avenge the patriarch!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

......

At the entrance of the Bai residence, the sounds of fighting rose and fell. Seeing Bai Yan's body fall, the pillars of these people's hearts seemed to collapse as well, and they surged forward with an even stronger killing intent towards Yang Pan.

After defeating the enemy, Yang Pan remained calm.

In terms of strength, he and Bai Yan were evenly matched, and his sudden attack caught Bai Yan off guard. In addition, Bai Yan's Dragon Subduing Palm technique was not particularly profound, so he was naturally at a disadvantage when fighting against him who was wielding a weapon.

With both factors combined, it was inevitable that he would be killed by himself, and he didn't even expend much energy.

Seeing the crowd returning from outside the mansion, and the people inside rushing towards them after hearing the commotion, Yang Pan's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Some of these people were once members of the Beggars' Sect, but now they were willing to risk their lives for a piece of trash. Since that was the case, he had no reason to hold back.

Buzz!

With a clang of his longsword, Yang Pan strode into the crowd outside the mansion. These people dared to charge at him without weapons; it was tantamount to courting death.

The longsword moved like the wind, its flashes like rain. Yang Pan seemed enveloped in a ball of light formed by sharp blades, charging left and right through the crowd!

*Thud! Thud!* In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Ah! My hand!"

"Quick! Run! He's not human!"

......

The difference in strength was too great. In just a few breaths, before the people inside the mansion could rush out, the seven or eight people who came from the outside of the mansion had been killed by Yang Pan. Only one or two people remained, covered in blood, staggering backward and retreating.

call out!call out!

Just as Yang Pan was breaking through the encirclement with his longsword, several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly came from behind him.

Without turning around, the long sword seemed to be guided by a spirit, causing Yang Pan's arm to swing behind him, blocking several crossbow bolts that came from behind.

"What are you bunch of idiots standing there for? Kill him!" At the entrance of the Bai residence, the caravan leader who had gone in to wash up earlier suddenly appeared. Judging from his disheveled appearance, he had obviously been attracted by the commotion at the entrance before he had even had time to change.

When he arrived at the gate, he only saw Bai Yan's head and body severed, and the imposing figure outside the mansion engaged in a brutal massacre. His own men were merely watching from the sidelines, not making a move. He immediately roared at his men, disguised as merchants, to take action.

Hearing their leader's angry shout, the Mongolians in the caravan reacted immediately, drawing their weapons and trampling through the blood-soaked ground as they surrounded and attacked Yang Pan.

Ding ding!

Yang Pan raised his sword to meet the attack. He was somewhat exhausted from the fighting, but he had little intention of retreating. On the contrary, his killing intent intensified, and it felt as if a burst of energy was about to burst out of his throat and roar.

This feeling was just like when he first faced the encirclement and attack of the Green Mountain Gang in Tongjiang County. After killing one person, he still wanted to charge and kill more!