Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

His appearance puzzled everyone. Apart from Yang Xuan, almost all of them had impatient expressions on their faces.    

    

"Old man, if you have anything to say, just let us know. We can help you solve this problem." Ning Zifeng said forcefully.    

    

Turbid tears flowed down the old man's eyes. His eyes were still a little clear just now, but now it had completely turned into despair.    

    

"General, General, you killed us! I clearly told you that this matter is our own business, but why do you still want to get involved in this mess?!"    

    

The old man said in pain. His feet inadvertently staggered and he heavily fell to the ground.    

    

Ning Zifeng quickly reached out his hand to help him up, but the old man swung his arm and pushed him away. He didn't appreciate the old man's kindness at all.    

    

"Alright, alright. I don't want to make things difficult for you. After all, you have contributed so much to the border. You should leave now and never come back again."    

    

The elder no longer had the cowardly aura he had before, and his tone became firm.    

    

When Ning Zifeng heard these words, he immediately felt dissatisfied in his heart.    

    

"Old man, you can't say that. What do you mean you aren't willing to make things difficult for us?"    

    

The old man raised his head and looked at him indifferently. "I mean, we don't want to make things difficult for you."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire town was suddenly filled with a murderous aura. Countless strange gazes came from all directions.    

    

Yang Xuan turned around and saw a pair of red eyes in the surrounding houses. The killing intent was coming from them.    

    

Immediately, Yang Xuan frowned and took a step towards the old man. The Qi on his body suddenly burst out and covered the old man.    

    

He was planning to use this old man to threaten those who looked at him with unfriendly eyes in the worst-case scenario.    

    

Ning Zifeng and the others immediately reacted. Dozens of people instantly formed a circle and looked around vigilantly.    

    

"Old man, what's going on? If you don't tell us, don't blame me for being impolite." Ning Zifeng looked at the old man and his tone became cold.    

    

Zhou Fengmiao's troops basically all followed a military order, which was to love the people as much as their children. There were millions of people defending Profound Gate Pass, and no one had ever used their power to bully others, especially the people.    

    

Ning Zifeng was also very obedient to this military order. He had only been rude to the old man until now, or else he would have rushed over and attacked according to his impatience.    

    

Before the old man could say anything, a gloomy hawk-nosed man jumped out of the surrounding houses. His eyes were like two red lanterns, and his body was emitting a faint black Qi.    

    

"Uncle, there's no need to talk to them. These people have destroyed Ghost King's stone monument. We must leave them to Ghost King, or else we will all die!"    

    

As he spoke, the man waved his hand and countless people like him jumped out of the room.    

    

If they did not have that faint black gas on them, just by looking at their clothes, they looked like a group of farmers farming in the fields.    

    

These people surrounded Yang Xuan and the others densely, and they got closer and closer step by step.    

    

Yang Xuan gave them a rough glance. Although there were many of them, most of them were around the First Stage, so they didn't pose much of a threat.    

    

No matter how many people there were in this realm, they were just like leeks in front of a Third Stage like him, and could be harvested at any time.    

    

As for the man with the hooked nose, he was a Third Stage, and the old man was indeed an ordinary man.    

    

After comparing the strength of his side, Yang Xuan no longer hesitated. He took a step forward and unleashed his peak Third Stage Qi.    

    

Beside him... On the side, Ning Zifeng didn't want to be outdone. He let out a cold snort and his Qi suddenly rose. Surprisingly, he had already stepped into the Fusion Stage.    

    

The hawk-nosed man was startled for a moment. He was frightened by the Qi of these two men, but then he thought of the terrifying Ghost King. He gritted his teeth and waved his arm fiercely.    

    

After receiving his order, all of these men rushed towards Yang Xuan and the others like wild beasts.    

    

Their attacks were very childish. They didn't have any spiritual treasure, weapons, or techniques. They only had one simple bite.    

    

It was a pity that the soldiers were all wearing hard armor. When I bit them, there was no reaction at all. Instead, a few of them even broke.    

    

"Guard!"    

    

Ning Zifeng shouted loudly, and the soldiers immediately formed a formation. They formed a circle and raised the spears in their hands high up.    

    

Those people had completely fallen into madness. Without any hesitation, they pounced on the spears again. One by one, they fell on the spears, as if they had been pierced through a candied gourd.    

    

Countless screams were heard. Blood flowed down from the grip of the spears, and finally gathered into a stream of blood on the ground.    

    

Upon seeing this situation, the hawk-nosed man also rushed forward. His methods seemed to be more brilliant, and they were only limited to using his claws.    

    

His nails had already exceeded the range of a normal person. They had become long and sharp, and there was even a slight flash of cold light on them.    

    

"Get down!"    

    

Yang Xuan shouted loudly. He held the wooden sword that was emitting red light in his hand and swung it at the man who was charging at him.    

    

Although the Sword Qi came fast and fast, its power was very gentle. It was controlled by Yang Xuan and could hit him, but it would not kill him.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

Sure enough, as soon as the man touched the Sword Qi, he was immediately blown away. He fell heavily onto the ground and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.    

    

"He really doesn't know his own limits." Ning Zifeng looked at the man on the ground and said disdainfully.    

    

He hadn't even made a move yet, but the enemy's attack had basically been completely wiped out.    

    

The man in the lead was subdued by Yang Xuan's sword, and the people behind him were also tightly held outside by the soldiers. They could only join the army of candied fruits one by one.    

    

Seeing this situation, the old man seemed to be very pained. Turbid tears fell once again.    

    

"Quickly stop! Please let us go!"    

    

"Hmph, let you go. You better make those people behind you stop!"    

    

Ning Zifeng said with a cold snort. The old man looked back and shouted with a red face, "All of you, stop!"    

    

His roar seemed to have magical power. Those people who were still in a frenzy suddenly quieted down. They stood where they were and looked at the old man with confusion.    

    

Then, the old man pointed at the man behind him and said, "Bastard! Take all of them away!"