Bei Ming Haotian squinted at the group. They were just another bunch of people who were causing trouble under the guise of the Netherworld Continent. It seemed they were doomed.
"Are you tired of living? If you know what's good for you, get lost! Haven't you heard that a good dog doesn't block the way?" Nangong Ziyan glared at the man in black who spoke. That knife just now almost took her life. If she couldn't beat him, she could at least win with words!
"Hmph! I planted this tree, I paved this road, and if you want to get past me..."
“Unless you leave a toll, right?” Nangong Ziyan continued the man’s words.
"How...how did you know?" the man stammered, looking at Nangong Ziyan.
"Pah! You're almost dead, and you still want to pay the toll? Be careful you don't choke to death." Nangong Ziyan spat on the ground. It seemed this was a bunch of incongruous mountain bandits!
"Oh! You're quite the little firecracker, aren't you? You've got some nerve, haven't you? Brothers, let's kill that guy first. That girl's pretty; we can keep her to take back as our leader's wife." The man sneered, his yellow teeth making everyone want to vomit.
Bei Ming Haotian's eyes narrowed, and killing intent filled his entire body. He could tolerate anything, but he couldn't tolerate someone molesting his Yan'er.
With a jerk of his arm, Bei Ming Haotian sent more than a dozen bandits flying towards him crashing to the ground, dead.
Nangong Ziyan stared in shock at the person on the ground, then at Beiming Haotian. She was now truly witnessing what a master was!
There are always higher heavens and more capable people, and there are always stronger hands among the strong. The saying "one mountain is always higher than another" is absolutely true.
The guards standing beside the carriage stared at Bei Ming Haotian in disbelief.
"Ah!" Among the bandits, only the man who had just spoken was still alive. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes were filled with boundless fear.
The man dropped the knife and turned to run, but Bei Ming Haotian wasn't about to let him go. He plucked a leaf with his large hand and sent it flying towards the man like lightning. Without a sound, the man fell to the ground, motionless.
Nangong Ziyan swallowed hard. Even a dead chicken will kick its legs. That man didn't even have a chance to kick. With Haotian by his side, shouldn't she be extra careful?
"Yan'er, let's go!" A hint of heartache flashed in Bei Ming Haotian's eyes. He had no intention of letting her see him kill someone, but given Yan'er's cultivation level, she had to die. From now on, he would teach her how to improve her cultivation every day.
"Oh!" Nangong Ziyan nodded blankly. She was now like a sparrow on a spearhead, terrified.
"Young master, please wait!" Just as Bei Ming Haotian and Nangong Ziyan were about to leave, a delicate voice came from inside the carriage.
Bei Ming Haotian turned a deaf ear and a blind eye, grabbing Nangong Ziyan and striding towards her neck.
"Wait, Haotian, didn't you hear what the people in the carriage said?" Nangong Ziyan pulled Beiming Haotian to a stop.
At this moment, a guard moved a stool to the side of the carriage, and a woman dressed in a red gauze dress with large peony flowers and a long, trailing red skirt with daffodil flowers and red leaves stepped down from the carriage. Her hair was adorned with a pearl and jade hairpin, her features were exquisite and delicate, her face was like a peach blossom, her skin was round and smooth, her skin was as white as snow, and she had a soft and sweet voice.
Nangong Ziyan was stunned. What an absolutely stunning beauty!
-End of this chapter-
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