As soon as the killer finished speaking, the sound of swords clashing rang out.
Luo Jianqing activated his spiritual sense and watched as the coachman, who had been sitting quietly in front of the carriage, drew his sword and engaged the assassins. The coachman was elderly; Luo Jianqing casually glanced at his bone age and discovered he was over two hundred years old. The lifespan for those in the Foundation Establishment stage was three hundred years, and he was only in the middle stages, meaning his days were numbered.
However, the strength of this groom was extremely formidable. He was able to entangle a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage and three cultivators in the early Foundation Establishment stage by himself, but he was powerless against the other twelve cultivators in the Qi Refining stage.
Madam Lin drew a soft sword from her waist and engaged in combat with the Qi Refining cultivators. She lacked any spiritual energy, but her swordsmanship was exceptional. She always found her opponents' weaknesses and attacked them. Although she was at a disadvantage, she could still manage to hold her own.
Madam Lin, struck by an assassin, suddenly retreated toward the carriage. She lowered her voice and said, "Master Luo, Master Wu, please leave quickly. Uncle Wang and I will handle these people. I only ask one thing of you: take Rongrong with you. From now on... take care of her for me. Here are some spirit stones. I've put them in my ring. Thank you very much!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Lin slammed her storage ring into the carriage and drew her sword to meet the enemy.
Rongrong's eyes welled up with joy as she listened to her words, but she bit her lip tightly, not letting out a single sound. The little girl sat across from Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi, not pleading with them. She simply lowered her head and twisted her skirt tightly.
Luo Jianqing had never seen a six-year-old girl with such a strong heart. He watched for a long time, and finally chuckled dotingly, reaching out and gently rubbing the little girl's head.
After rubbing it, all the golden beans fell down, but there was still no crying.
Luo Jianqing stood up and looked at Xuan Lingzi, who nodded slightly at him.
Luo Jianqing understood that his master had suppressed his cultivation to the early stages of Foundation Establishment because he didn't want him to easily resolve this issue. He needed experience, especially in combat with cultivators of different realms. Although those cultivators were too weak, Luo Jianqing was only at the early stages of Foundation Establishment, which was a significant gap.
Luo Jianqing opened the curtain, flew out, and said calmly: "So many men bullying a mother and daughter, isn't it too ugly?"
The assassins hadn't expected Luo Jianqing to suddenly appear. They hadn't even noticed that there were other people in the carriage besides the Lin mother and daughter! The leading assassin was stunned. He looked Luo Jianqing up and down. When he noticed that he was in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he sneered, "If you don't want to die, get out!"
Luo Jianqing didn't even take out his sword, but just smiled and said, "How do you roll? Show me how?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the leader, who had reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, raised his sword and slashed straight at him. The groom, standing in the distance, saw this and tried to intervene, but it was too late to save Luo Jianqing. Madam Lin exclaimed in shock, "Master Luo, why don't you leave? Why risk your life for us? If you had left, perhaps you two and Rongrong could have been saved!"
Before he could finish his words, a huge broad knife appeared in front of Luo Jianqing.
The blade's powerful force was terrifying, accompanied by gray spiritual energy, stirring up a raging storm. The black storm swept through the valley like apocalypse. The blade's shadow was a bit shaky, but it carried the pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, forcing every cultivator present to stumble back half a step. Madam Lin, who had no cultivation, even retreated four or five steps.
Seeing that the blade was about to hit Luo Jianqing's forehead, Mrs. Lin gritted her teeth, suddenly took out a piece of fine jade from her bosom, and crushed it violently.
Bang!
A ray of white light flew out from the jade and collided with the huge knife shadow, making a deafening noise, and the two were annihilated together.
Luo Jianqing had originally only wanted to see the true strength of this late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and had no intention of resisting. However, upon seeing this scene, he froze in shock. Madam Lin shouted, "Master Luo, this is my last trump card! Take Rongrong and leave! Go!"
As soon as the voice fell, a little girl ran out of the carriage crying, crying out in frustration, "Rongrong won't leave! Rongrong wants to be with her mother! No, no!"
Luo Jianqing had not expected that Mrs. Lin would actually give up all her cards for him. He looked at the scene of the mother and daughter crying and hugging each other, and his heart warmed. He looked back and saw Xuan Lingzi walking out of the carriage.
The two looked at each other, and Luo Jianqing accused him, "Master, you didn't take good care of Rongrong."
Xuan Lingzi's lips curled slightly: "It's my fault. If you deal with them, then everything will be fine."
Luo Jianqing shook his head first, then nodded: "Even after we dealt with them, Rongrong could have escaped without any problem. But you still didn't keep an eye on her and let her escape. This is a dereliction of duty on your part."
Xuan Lingzi suddenly laughed and sighed: "Master is wrong."
After hearing this, Luo Jianqing was satisfied and said, "Then I'll talk about this matter after I've dealt with these people."
Master Luo Jianqing and his disciple chatted back and forth, completely ignoring the assassins beside them. The leading assassin shouted angrily, "You've even used your ultimate weapon, and you're still pretending! Stop talking nonsense and get killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the killer raised his knife and slashed at Luo Jianqing. He roared, and the spiritual power of the late foundation building stage was once again poured into the big knife, forming a huge knife shadow, which slashed towards Luo Jianqing's head.
The knife shadow looked so terrifying that the little girl Rongrong was so frightened that she stopped crying.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
