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

Duan Tianyang, with white hair, stood in the eye of the whirlwind, covered in blood, like a descending god or devil.

He took out a Qi Gathering Pill from his arms. After taking the pill, the true Qi in his body instantly boiled and surged like a tide. In a blink of an eye, he had entered the Shenglong realm.

When the storm subsided, two majestic soul masters suddenly appeared above Duan Tianyang's head. He closed his eyes and concentrated, with tears and blood in the corners of his eyes.

Above his head, two masters, one blue and one white, complement each other: the blue one holds a spear, wearing dark black armor. The metallic luster is like a dream, and he exudes a cold and chilling aura; the white one has a delicate face and a straight nose, revealing an extraordinary temperament. He holds a long sword, has long hair like snow, and is surrounded by dazzling white light, like a banished immortal, with unparalleled elegance and grace.

The scene and feeling are breathtaking.

These two masters have one thing in common, that is, their eyes are tightly closed, as if they are sleeping in the endless void.

After Duan Tianyang took the Qi Gathering Pill, his cultivation level instantly leapt to the Shenglong Realm. Only when the effect of the medicine wore off would he return to the Disha Realm.

Although his cultivation has temporarily reached the Shenglong realm, his mental strength is still far from the peak state.

At this moment, he resolutely summoned the Soul Master, but he did it by force, so the Eye of the Master was not opened. This move was dangerous, and if he was not careful, he would suffer backlash.

When Song De Zhenren saw this scene, he was horrified. He had never expected that there would be a martial artist in the world who could cross the realm gap and summon two soul masters. The wonder of this scene was far beyond his comprehension.

It happened in a flash. Before Master Songde could come to his senses, the white-haired Duan Tianyang suddenly opened his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes. He roared, "I want your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue and white masters awakened like giant beasts that had been sleeping for thousands of years. At the same time, they let out earth-shaking roars and split into two groups, each heading for the battlefield.

The Blue Lord locked onto the Lord of Master Songde, and his long spear was like a dragon, cutting through the sky and hitting his vital points; the White Lord shot at Master Songde.

The spear in Lord Lan's hand carried a tremendous force and fell down with a bang. The Lord of True Man Songde was not willing to be outdone and met the attack with his spear.

With a loud bang, the ground collapsed instantly, forming a huge pit dozens of meters wide. The master of Zhenren Songde was shocked and staggered back.

The Blue Overlord followed like a shadow, and wherever he passed, strong winds raged, destroying everything, and even the ground was torn apart by this force.

Approaching again, Lord Blue raised his spear again, with all his might, and delivered another heavy blow. The two spears collided violently, the sky and the earth changed color, and a bigger pit appeared on the ground, with dust flying all over the place, covering the sky and the sun.

The master of Master Songde knelt on one knee in the pit, with the spear in his hand still stubbornly raised upwards.

Blue Lord's attacks came down like a string of cannonballs, and continuous "bang bang" sounds echoed in the pit.

You know, Master Songde's Lord is a complete body, while Duan Tianyang's blue Lord is still in an unawakened state.

Faced with the continuous fierce attacks from Lord Lan, Master Songde's Lord was finally unable to resist and was defeated.

On the other side, the white-haired master flew close to Master Songde. His face was grim and his eyes were closed. He swung the long sword in his hand violently. The seemingly ordinary sword swung with a power to destroy the world. The entire space above Master Songde's head seemed to begin to distort, making a sharp squeaking sound.

An extreme sense of danger surged into Master Songde's heart. He immediately mobilized all the true energy in his body and once again unleashed the Phantom Weapon Blade in an attempt to block the unstoppable attack from the White-haired Lord.

Around him, various weapons quickly gathered together, as if forming an indestructible wall of steel.

Although the Phantom Weapon Blade had successfully resisted Duan Tianyang's Extreme Instant Slash, Master Songde underestimated the power contained in the sword of the White-haired Lord.

With a deafening roar, the phantom soldiers around him disappeared in an instant, but the long sword continued to chop down with unabated force.

The armor on Master Songde was vulnerable to the sword light and shattered into powder.

Immediately afterwards, he was split in half by the White-Haired Lord's sword, and the two halves of his body flew to the left and right, leaving a shocking deep groove on the ground.

When all the dust settled, the battlefield was empty, and all that was left was chaos and ruin. There was only a stunned Tian Ye, Ling Ziyan lying in a pool of blood, and Duan Tianyang with white hair and fluttering clothes.

The blue and white soul master slowly turned into white mist and merged back into Duan Tianyang's body. This doomsday-like battle finally came to an end, and the world returned to peace again.

Duan Tianyang ignored Tian Ye who was standing not far away, but suddenly knelt down on the ground and picked up the dying Ling Ziyan.

His body trembled violently with sadness and fear. He stretched out his hand and tried to cover Ling Ziyan's bleeding wound with his palm.

Due to excessive blood loss, Ling Ziyan's face was so pale that it was frightening, and her lips had almost lost their color.

Feeling Duan Tianyang holding her, she slowly opened her eyes...

Seeing Duan Tianyang in front of her, with his white hair and bloodstains, made her eyes flash with a trace of heartache. She raised her hand with all her strength, wanting to touch Duan Tianyang's face.

Seeing this, Duan Tianyang quickly grabbed her hand, pressed it tightly against his face, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Zi Yan... Zi Yan... How do you feel?"

Ling Ziyan lay in his arms, her fingertips brushing across his bloodstained cheek, and she shook her head gently, her voice weak and intermittent: "Now... there are only two of us left... Can you call me wife... ok?"

"Okay! Okay! My lady..." Duan Tianyang quickly agreed, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely save you!" He assured Ling Ziyan, his tone still as firm as before.

The word "Madam" made Ling Ziyan feel as if she had returned to the past when she and Duan Tianyang went to Huanyue City together. Even the pain in her body seemed to be alleviated a little.

She whispered with difficulty: "If I die, no one will beat you or scold you anymore..."

Duan Tianyang's heart was broken. He hugged Ling Ziyan tighter and shook his head frantically: "No, my lady, you won't die. I like you to hit me and scold me. Don't leave me alone. I can't live without you. I really love you so much..."

Listening to Duan Tianyang's affectionate confession, Ling Ziyan's eyes were filled with tears, and a chill began to spread throughout her body...

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and reflected in the sunlight, her face looked even paler. "Then...then you can't abandon me in the future...you have to marry me..."

"My wife, as long as you don't leave me, I will never abandon you in this life, and we will definitely become husband and wife..." Duan Tianyang cried like a child, and tears kept dripping on Ling Ziyan's face.

Ling Ziyan's usually cold face broke into a smile for the first time. After hearing Duan Tianyang's words, she died without regrets...

"Husband, you have always protected me in the past, this time... let me protect you..."