The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Among all the affiliated cities of Xiguan, the status of Hongxing Society is almost equal to that of the government.

When the middle-aged man saw the token in Duan Tianyang's hand, the smile on his face froze instantly, and he said cautiously: "It turns out that it is the lord who has come. We are a small business transporting convoys, and it is not easy. I beg the lord to show mercy and let us go."

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and tried to stuff it into Duan Tianyang's hand.

Duan Tianyang didn't even look at him, he pushed the middle-aged man's hand away and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Are you dirty or have you done something shameful?"

The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, hesitating, "No... no... Sir, I just want to ask you to show some mercy."

After saying that, he tried to stuff the banknote into Duan Tianyang again. However, while stuffing the banknote into his hand, his other hand shook slightly, and a dagger suddenly slipped out of his sleeve. He took the dagger and stabbed it fiercely into Duan Tianyang's lower abdomen.

Almost at the same time, the coachmen also pulled out their daggers. One of them quickly leaned over and covered the mouth of the leading young man, while the other slashed his neck with the dagger in his hand.

The other two drivers silently attacked Tong Ling, stabbing her left and right ribs with daggers.

At this time, Tong Ling was still immersed in the silver bricks in the tree stump. She had never thought that these merchants were not real wood merchants, and what they transported was not wood, but pure silver.

When the two daggers approached, she realized the danger, but it was too late to dodge.

When the two daggers were about to touch her, Tong Ling suddenly felt a tightening around her waist, and then her whole body was thrown backwards by a force.

When she calmed down and looked carefully, she found that it was Duan Tianyang who had hugged her waist tightly at the critical moment and brought her out of danger.

Although Duan Tianyang successfully took her away, the two daggers left two scars on his waist and tore his clothes, but fortunately his skin was not injured.

It turned out that the Wanxiang Ring turned into soft armor inside Duan Tianyang's clothes, blocking the dagger attack for him.

Tong Ling's face changed, and she asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

Duan Tianyang shook his head and replied: "I'm fine, but someone will be in trouble soon!"

After missing the target, the middle-aged man slowly retracted the dagger and put the banknotes in his hand back into his arms.

With a smile on his face, he said to Duan Tianyang: "Little brother, can you give me a way out?"

"What do you think?" Duan Tianyang gently put Tong Ling down, then slowly walked towards the middle-aged man, pressing his finger joints as he walked, making a crackling sound.

The middle-aged man did not retreat. White mist emanated from his body and condensed into armor.

At this time, more than a dozen men in different costumes came from the back of the carriage team. They stood together with several coachmen. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Duan Tianyang, with terrifying light flashing in their eyes.

"Little brother, as long as you are willing to let us go, the banknotes we gave you before will still belong to you. If you refuse, not only will you die, but the little girl beside you will also be a burden to you!" The middle-aged man was obviously unwilling to take action in the city and was still trying for a final reconciliation.

"Have you eaten garlic? You are so arrogant!" Duan Tianyang smiled and took two steps forward, then said, "How dare you stab me with a knife? Do you really think that I, Duan Tianyang, am a soft persimmon that you can bully at will?"

"Duan Tianyang! You...you are Duan Tianyang?"

"It's your dad who is better than me." Duan Tianyang responded.

The middle-aged man sighed inwardly, knowing that today's matter might not end well.

He looked around at the crowd and calmly ordered, "Quick victory, no one should be left alive!"

Following his order, the dozen or so waiters and several coachmen quickly rushed towards Duan Tianyang and Tong Ling.

The moment they approached, white mist emanated from their bodies, covering them with armor, and the black weapons in their hands were also infused with spirits.

"kill!"

With a deafening roar, one of them rushed towards Duan Tianyang like an arrow, with the sharp sword in his hand pointing directly at his throat.

Duan Tianyang was not in a hurry. He slightly turned his body and cleverly avoided the fatal blow.

The black sword almost brushed past his neck, making a sharp "hissing" sound.

Duan Tianyang waved his hand, and the black iron sword was hit by a huge force, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound and was bounced more than half a foot away.

The opponent staggered and failed to steady his body. Duan Tianyang seized the opportunity and punched out with great force, hitting the opponent directly in the face.

The opponent screamed and flew backwards, with broken pieces of armor floating in the air.

Just as he got rid of one person, two more martial artists pounced on him like wolves and tigers, with the black swords in their hands flashing with cold light, one attacked his face and the other stabbed his chest.

Duan Tianyang immediately started to move quickly, his body moving sideways like flowing water.

Before he could stand firm, four martial artists appeared from all around him, holding their black swords high, and chopped at his head.

Facing this sudden siege, Duan Tianyang remained calm. He flashed and a long sword appeared in his hand.

He raised his long sword high and faced the slashing attacks from the four black swords.

With a series of crisp sounds of metal collisions, four black swords chopped heavily on Duan Tianyang's long sword, and even the bricks under his feet were shattered by this powerful force.

Seeing that the four companions had surrounded Duan Tianyang, one of the martial artists quietly went behind him, aimed at his back, and stabbed him fiercely with a sword.

Duan Tianyang seemed to have eyes on his back. He quickly gathered his strength and shouted, "Get out!"

Then, he thrust his long sword upward with great force, deflecting all four of the opponent's swords, and a storm of sharp blades was released.

At that moment, a muffled sound was heard at the scene. With Duan Tianyang as the center, countless wind blades circled in the air and flew in all directions.

The power of the sharp blade storm of Tiangang realm cultivation can only be described as terrifying, and it seems as if a hurricane is blowing at the scene.

The five martial artists around were swept into the air by the wind blades. First their armor was cut off, and then their skin and flesh were cut.

When the hurricane caused by the blade storm dissipated, the five martial artists had turned into five bloody skeletons, with no intact part of their bodies.

Although these martial artists were knowledgeable, they had never seen such terrifying attribute skills.

Witnessing the tragic plight of their companions, everyone involuntarily took a few steps back.

Duan Tianyang swung the long knife in his hand easily, and then walked steadily towards the middle-aged man. There was a hint of impatience in his tone: "You are such a jerk. You forced me to use force. Tell me! Who are you?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Duan Tianyang closely, and said, "We have no grudges against each other, why are you pressing us so hard?"

After hearing this, Duan Tianyang cursed: "Fuck you, you stab me with a knife without any grudge against me?!" He did not stop and continued to approach the middle-aged man.