"Enough, my Ouyang Family is not so easily bullied."
At this moment, behind Ouyang Jie, an elderly man wearing linen clothes and cloth shoes emerged.
His shout was like thunder.
Causing the fallen leaves on the ground to tremble thrice.
A pair of eyes like electric spears.
Directly staring at Xiang Song and Mu Yang.
"Sorry for the trouble, Elder Jin!"
Ouyang Jie said calmly.
Treating this elder unlike the ordinary guards, who were like ants to him.
Ouyang Jie’s expression turned more solemn.
"Oh! I misjudged, the Ouyang Family actually has a magic expert!"
Xiang Song’s gaze fixed on Elder Jin.
At first, Xiang Song thought he was just a regular old man.
Like a butler or something.
Now, it seemed he was a hidden expert.
So-called magic experts are similar to spiritual attack types.
"Originally, my Ouyang Family only wanted to take the Red Flame Spirit Fruit, this strange grass!"
"If your Yin Ghost Sect kept to order, you could have naturally gained some benefits."
"But now, you try to kill and steal, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Green light surged around Elder Jin.
The whole person seemed to be enveloped in jade green.
This green light appeared extremely bizarre.
Yet, it emanated a gentle feeling.
The dark mist of coldness surrounding Xiang Song dissipated considerably.
"Heh heh! Such trickery, my Yin Ghost Sect disciples aren’t scared easily."
Xiang Song chuckled lightly.
The fierce ghost in the sky suddenly closed in.
Transformed into a giant ghost face skull.
With sharp teeth, biting towards Elder Jin.
"Yin Ghost Sect’s magic is indeed wicked, but... in front of Jin, you two don’t count for much."
His right hand grabbed towards the sky, immediately transforming the green light around him into a spear.
The spear was hurled out fiercely by Elder Jin.
Piercing into the skull formed by the black mist.
Accompanied by a sound like glass breaking.
The ghost face skull directly exploded.
The skull formed by the black mist was supposed to be a spiritual attack.
The Ouyang Family guards’ firearms were naturally ineffective.
But now, under Elder Jin’s strike, it shattered.
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Xiang Song’s mouth.
Clearly, along with the ghost face skull’s shatter.
His spiritual power was also damaged.
"How can it be this strong!"
Xiang Song wiped the blood clean.
Eyes wide open, looking at Elder Jin in horror.
One blow destroyed his ghost face skull.
How powerful must this be?
Originally watching by the side, full of confidence in Xiang Song, Mu Yang.
Now, an intense expression replaced the wicked smile on his face.
Xiang Song’s spiritual power, in the Yin Ghost Sect, was considered strong.
But now, in front of the Ouyang Family elder.
It was so vulnerable.
Immediately, Mu Yang brandished an Iron Handle Ghost Claw.
Suddenly clawing towards Elder Jin’s head.
He was different from Xiang Song.
Xiang Song focused on spiritual power.
Whereas he focused on martial arts.
Mu Yang had immense power.
With a single step, the ground shattered instantly.
Cracks spread like a spider web.
The Iron Handle Ghost Claw in Mu Yang’s hand gleamed with a chilling sheen.
Spiritual power attached.
As if to tear the air apart.
Note, Mu Yang was an Advanced War Master.
His full-force strike could unleash at least five to six thousand pounds of force.
"Overestimating oneself."
Elder Jin coldly scolded.
Green light flashed from his left hand.
Shooting directly towards Mu Yang.
Mu Yang attempted to tear apart this green light.
But, who would have thought.
The green light thrown by Jin suddenly transformed.
Mu Yang’s earth-shattering strike.
As if a giant hammer hit cotton.
The force was completely absorbed.
Instead, Mu Yang felt like he wanted to vomit blood.
Instead, under Elder Jin’s control.
The green vine lashed out fiercely.
Striking Mu Yang’s chest.
Accompanied by the sound of Mu Yang’s chest bone cracking.
The vine entangled Mu Yang into a bundle, completely immobile.
And, continuous screams came from Mu Yang’s throat.
Originally, in the eyes of the Ouyang Family’s guards, strong to the point of invincibility, Mu Yang and Xiang Song.
After Elder Jin’s intervention, everything seemed extremely simple.
"I said, our visit to the Demon Beast Wilderness of Jiangnan City was just to retrieve the Red Sun Spirit Fruit."
"Otherwise, you two would already be corpses."
Elder Jin stood with arms behind his back.
Carrying the might of effortlessly overpowering Mu Yang and Xiang Song.
Formidable presence, intimidating the entire scene.
"Elder Jin is truly powerful, you Yin Ghost Sect’s old ghosts really overestimate yourselves."
"Daring to lay hands on the young master is a suicidal act."
Lian’er elegantly scolded.
In her eyes, the Yin Ghost Sect were just some despicable evil martial artists.
Yet dared to oppose their young master.
Isn’t that seeking death?
"Elder Jin, why not kill them, they are disrespectful to the young master, deserving of death."
Lian’er looked at Mu Yang and Xiang Song with arrogant demeanor.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Mu Yang and Xiang Song changed suddenly.
Was the Ouyang Family ready to have a death feud with the Yin Ghost Sect!
Moreover, neither of them wanted to die in this Demon Beast Wilderness.
"Actually, whether to kill you or not is inconsequential, in my eyes, you’re nothing but ants, and the Yin Ghost Sect is also insignificant before our Ouyang Family."
"But, you offended my friend, the person I care about, so I can’t let you live."
Ouyang Jie’s bright eyes looked at Song Yu.
Words charged with deep emotion came over.
"Song Yu, the fate of their lives, is yours to decide."
Ouyang Jie smiled faintly.
These words, stirred up a wave of jealousy in Lian’er.
At that moment, she hated Song Yu to the core.
Song Yu was momentarily stunned.
Never did she expect.
The situation suddenly changed.
The elder in strange Martial Artist Clothes, a moment ago, wanted to kill her.
Now, captured by Elder Jin.
And, Ouyang Jie let her decide the fate of the two men.
She naturally loathed Mu Yang, who threatened to capture her for cultivation.
But, this meant she owed Ouyang Jie a favor.
In her heart, Song Yu was reluctant.
And, Song Yu’s delicate hand still tightly grasped Ye Qingfeng’s arm.
So, Song Yu’s beautiful eyes immediately turned to Ye Qingfeng.
However, this subtle move by Song Yu.
Immediately caused Ouyang Jie’s brow to furrow.
The face that originally held a faint smile, was now covered in dark clouds.
"I can make this boy die with no burial place at any time..."
"He is not qualified to speak now."
Ouyang Jie stared coldly at Ye Qingfeng.