"Who exactly are you people? How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of my master?"
Guo Xiao, the chief disciple of Yun Zhilan, had a gloomy face and a cold glint in his eyes. He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and the long sword at his waist was drawn with a sharp, cold light, its tip pointing straight ahead. His voice was filled with undeniable authority, "If you do not obey my master's orders, kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, otherwise, today will be the day you die!"
But before Guo Xiao could finish speaking, Jackson Wang jumped out.
"Kneel down and beg for mercy? Then I'd like to see who's begging for mercy!"
This young man had a fiery temper, and after being provoked by Guo Xiao, he could no longer restrain himself. He shouted loudly, and his long sword was drawn with a clang, heading straight for Guo Xiao's throat.
"How dare you be so insolent in front of me, you mere junior! Any one of my junior brothers could take you down in a single move!"
Guo Xiao's lips curled into a cold smile, but he did not rush to make a move. Instead, he gave a wink to Lu Chong, a burly bald junior brother beside him, with an almost mocking look.
Lu Chong understood immediately and moved in a flash, instantly closing in on Wang Jiaer.
At the same time, the heavy staff in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, suddenly slammed out.
The staff caused the surrounding air to tremble and explode with bursts of sound.
"Jackson, retreat immediately!"
Seeing this, Wang Changkong was terrified and shouted loudly.
As soon as Lu Chong made his move, he could tell that Lu Chong was actually a high-level Martial Grandmaster. His strength was so great that even he had to be wary of him. How could Wang Jiaer be a match for this bald man?
Jackson Wang was stunned for a moment, but he did not retreat. Instead, he circulated his true energy and poured it into the sword in his hand.
Amidst the deafening clang of metal, Jackson Wang's sword flew out like a kite with a broken string, while Lu Chong's staff, still wielding its full power, slammed into Jackson Wang's chest like the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Jackson Wang felt an overwhelming force surge through him, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a thick tree in the manor.
The tree trunk trembled, leaves flew everywhere, he coughed up blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, his life hanging in the balance.
"How dare you hurt my son!"
Wang Changkong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He roared at the Four Tigers of the Southern Barbarians, "Four guest elders, kill this bald man first!"
The longsword in his hand transformed into a dazzling sword light, slicing through the sky and striking Lu Chong's vitals first.
At the same time, the four burly men with dark faces beside him roared in unison, wielding four iron rods as they attacked Lu Chong with a whooshing sound.
"That's practically suicide!"
Guo Xiao, Yun Zhilan's eldest disciple, glared angrily and roared.
His voice boomed like a bell, and he instantly rushed in front of Wang Changkong. His long saber, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, slashed out fiercely with a sharp aura, blocking Wang Changkong's sword that was aimed straight at Lu Chong's vitals.
At the same time, Guo Xiao's two other male junior brothers also drew their long swords and slashed fiercely at the Four Tigers of the Southern Barbarians.
In an instant, a chaotic battle broke out in the manor, with the sounds of weapons clashing and deafening.
Guo Xiao and Wang Changkong instantly engaged in a life-or-death duel. Both were high-level Martial Grandmasters, and every move they made contained boundless killing intent. Their swords clashed, and their energy surged.
Lu Chong and his two male junior brothers stood back to back, forming a tight battle circle to fight against the Four Tigers of the Southern Barbarians.
In this chaotic battle, everyone present possessed considerable cultivation, with the lowest being a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster. In an instant, the once tranquil manor was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades.
After several dozen moves, the situation gradually became clear.
Under the suppression of Guo Xiao's storm-like saber techniques, Wang Changkong's sword gradually lost its previous sharpness. His sword moves became slow and powerless, and he was completely suppressed by Guo Xiao's saber, making it difficult for him to use them.
Looking at the four southern barbarian tigers, they were also being defeated and in a sorry state under the combined attack of Lu Chong and the other two. Wounds were gradually appearing on their bodies, and their clothes were stained with blood.
Wang Muxue stood aside, her face ashen with fear, her whole body trembling, and her legs feeling as heavy as lead. She dared not step forward to join the battle.
Her terrified gaze kept sweeping towards Yun Zhilan beside her. Although Yun Zhilan was tall and thin, he possessed an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger. The aura emanating from him was as deep as an abyss, as if concealing endless mystery and danger.
Wang Muxue had a vague feeling that this seemingly ordinary old man was the most troublesome person among them.
Moreover, there were two women standing beside Yun Zhilan.
Both women possessed extraordinary bearing, and the imposing aura emanating from them was even stronger than hers.
A deep sense of fear welled up in Wang Muxue's heart, as if she were in a huge vortex and could be swallowed up at any moment.
"Muxue, we've fallen for that kid's trap! You...you run!"
During his fierce exchange with Guo Xiao, Wang Changkong took a moment to turn around and shout loudly at Wang Muxue.
He secretly regretted it, feeling that Fang Han had already set up an ambush here, deliberately luring them here.
Hearing her father's roar, Wang Muxue snapped out of her daze and immediately turned to run away.
However, she had only run a few steps when she felt her collar being suddenly grabbed by the back of her neck. The force was immense, like an iron clamp, which instantly restrained her firmly.
The next moment, she felt her body lighten, and she was lifted up like a lamb to the slaughter, struggling wildly in the air before being thrown hard to the ground, landing right in front of Yun Zhilan.
"Little sister, I think you're quite pretty, so don't even think about running away! Tonight, you'll be serving our master."
The woman in the red dress made the move. She had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, revealing a contemptuous smile, and her eyes gleamed with cunning.
As a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster, her cultivation was far superior to Wang Muxue's, who was still a beginner-level Martial Master. In her eyes, Wang Muxue was nothing more than an ant that could be slaughtered at will.
"No...no..."
Wang Muxue screamed in terror, her voice filled with despair and fear.
The thought of having to serve such a wretched old man filled her with nausea, as if she had swallowed a fly. She felt she would rather be dead.
"That's not up to you."
The woman in the white dress walked lightly to Wang Muxue's side, squatted down, and gently pinched Wang Muxue's chin with her slender fingers.
"My father will kill you all!"
Wang Muxue gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred and anger, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Can your father save you? He's already in dire straits, barely able to save himself."
Looking at Wang Muxue, who was curled up on the ground and trembling, the Grand Elder of the Divine Doctor Valley, Yun Zhilan, had a mocking smile on his face and slowly said, "You are fortunate to be able to serve this elder. You should be content."
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