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

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, suddenly, more than a dozen martial artists wearing armor and holding mysterious weapons rushed out from the crowd like tigers descending from the mountains.

They shouted in unison, with great momentum, and rushed directly towards Ling Ziyan and the other two.

Among this group of people, there was one who was particularly swift, like an arrow leaving a bow, and arrived beside Ling Ziyan in an instant.

He leaped into the air, holding the knife in both hands, and using the momentum of falling, he chopped down towards Ling Ziyan's head, as if he was splitting a mountain.

"Wow! There's an assassin!" The man in white was so scared that he shouted repeatedly and pulled Ling Ziyan back quickly.

However, in front of these martial arts practitioners' mysterious weapons, their mortal bodies seemed so fragile. If they were really hit by the assassin's sword, I'm afraid Ling Ziyan and himself would not be able to escape.

At the critical moment, a martial artist dressed in the city lord's mansion's unique black tights emerged from behind the assassin like a ghost.

The assassin was floating in the air, unaware of the sudden murderous intent behind him, while the martial artist in black tights had already ruthlessly stabbed the assassin in the back with the mysterious weapon in his hand.

A dull sound was heard, and the martial artist in black tights moved so fast that everyone was caught off guard and unable to defend themselves.

The black weapon in his hand was like a poisonous snake, piercing through the assassin's solid armor, sticking out from his chest, revealing its deadly edge.

The assassin didn't even have time to scream before he died in mid-air.

The corpse fell from a great height, and the martial artist in black tights followed closely behind. He landed gently on the ground and pulled out the black weapon from the corpse without any hesitation.

He turned around quickly and bowed deeply to the young man in white and Ling Ziyan, his voice full of respect: "Young Master, Princess, I am late, please forgive me!" Before he finished speaking, he raised his head to face the assassins who were swarming towards him.

He held the knife in one hand and swung it lightly. Blood bloomed in the air and dyed the ground red.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go and kill them!" The voice of the young man in white came from behind Ling Ziyan, with a hint of trembling.

At the same time, more than a dozen martial artists also dressed in black rushed over and cooperated seamlessly.

Their eyes were as cold as iron, fixed tightly on the assassin opposite. The leading martial artist shouted loudly, like a sharp sword cutting through the silence.

In an instant, this group of martial artists dressed in black rushed forward like a tide and engaged in a fierce battle with the assassins.

Duan Tianyang, who was standing nearby, was shocked. Each of these martial artists wearing the City Lord's Mansion's tight uniforms exuded an extraordinary aura and had profound cultivation. It was obvious that they were here to protect Ling Ziyan and the man in white.

What surprised him even more was that they actually respectfully addressed Ling Ziyan as Princess.

When did this vicious woman become a princess?

You should know that the title of princess means that she is the daughter of the Lord of Xuanhuang City, that is, the daughter of the Lord of the Divine Realm.

But according to the original owner's memory, Ling Ziyan is clearly Ling Yeshan's daughter.

Although the Ling family is prominent and wealthy, Ling Yeshan is ultimately just a businessman and has no connection with princes and nobles.

And who is this young man in white? How could he recruit so many outstanding warriors to serve him as his personal guards?

Could he be the son of the Lord of Xuanhuang City? The title of Young Master undoubtedly aggravated Duan Tianyang's speculation.

For Ling Ziyan, where did this so-called "brother" come from? All this made Duan Tianyang's thoughts fall into confusion.

On the streets, well-dressed warriors and assassins were fighting fiercely, with swords flashing and sabers flying.

The people around were frightened out of their wits and fled in all directions.

Just as they were fighting fiercely, suddenly, more than twenty big men rushed out from the alley, their bodies shrouded in white mist.

They had just completed the process of armor protection and spirit infusion, and rushed towards the powerful warriors with loud roars.

With the addition of this group of new forces, the originally evenly matched battle situation was quickly broken.

The young man in white had a pale face. He tightly grasped Ling Ziyan's wrist and said in a trembling voice, "Ziyan, there are too many assassins. Let's leave quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Ling Ziyan without saying a word and quickly turned around and fled.

The streets were filled with assassins and the sounds of fighting could be heard one after another.

Realizing that the street was not a safe place, the young man in white's eyes lit up and he caught a glimpse of a deep alley not far away. Without hesitation, he quickly pulled Ling Ziyan in.

He looked back frequently while running, and only when he made sure that no one was chasing him did his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, calm down a little.

He didn't dare to stop for long, holding Ling Ziyan tightly, and rushed forward with all his strength.

In order to get rid of the assassins, he did not hesitate to shuttle through the alleys, choosing the darkest and most hidden roads.

He ran for the time it took to stick of incense. The whole world seemed to be spinning under his feet, and he himself fell into a state of dizziness.

When the sounds of fighting behind him gradually faded away, he was sure that he had escaped far enough, and then he began to slow down, pulling Ling Ziyan to stop in an unfamiliar alley.

He was panting, and first looked back and around to confirm that there was no trace of the assassin before asking: "Zi Yan, are you...are you okay?"

Ling Ziyan was already sweating profusely, but still remained calm.

The young man in white said angrily, "Once I return to the City Lord's Mansion, I will investigate thoroughly to see who is so bold as to assassinate us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, several martial artists jumped down from the rooftops on both sides of the alley.

They were all covered in armor and held a variety of weapons in their hands, including knives, swords, sticks and guns.

"It's an assassin!" The young man in white exclaimed, subconsciously retreated and hid behind Ling Ziyan.

"How dare you assassinate the young city lord of Xuanhuang City? Who are you?"

One of the assassins held a long knife in his hand, raised his head and laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed in the night sky.

After a long time, he stopped laughing, shook his head and sighed: "You are the young city lord, but you are hiding behind a woman. Yi Fan, your father Yi Tian is the master of a world after all, how could he give birth to a waste like you!"

“Since you know that my father is the Lord of Xuanhuang City, how dare you be so bold.” Yi Fan’s hands and feet began to tremble.

The assassin with a knife sneered and said, "Hmph! I'm going to kill you, you thief!" He clenched the knife in his hand and walked towards the two men.

Ling Ziyan ignored Yi Fan behind her and scanned every assassin present with her icy eyes.

Her eyes were firm and sharp. There was no trace of fear in them. Instead, they revealed a deep contempt for these assassins.

In her eyes, they seemed like insignificant reptiles, while she was a goddess high above, standing proudly and staring coldly at everything around her.

She drew the sword from Yi Fan's waist. Although it was just a gorgeous ornament to ordinary people, she was not a martial artist.

But the extraordinary aura she exuded made it impossible for anyone present to underestimate her.