Courage

Fan Lang and Li Yunyan both reacted quickly, immediately pulling on the reins of their mounts, stopping abruptly.

The Mystic Ancestor's perception was very keen. Since that expert sensed something was wrong, there must be a problem.

Fan Lang frowned slightly, activating the Eye of the Dragon, and scanned the surroundings.

At the Mystic Spirit realm, the higher the level, the stronger the effect of the Spirit Eye. The line of sight would be farther and more thorough. After scanning around, Fan Lang saw a total of four figures. These four people of unknown origin stood in four directions, forming an encirclement, surrounding them in the middle, obviously with ill intentions.

The expert sent by the City Lord's Mansion was named Huang Wenzhong. He was responsible for protecting Fan Lang's safety, so he took the initiative to step forward and said loudly, "Four friends, we are from the City Lord's Mansion, passing through this place. We have no intention of causing trouble. How about we each go our own Yangguan Road?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four figures moved quickly through the forest, their speed as fast as ghosts. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front and stood on four trees, appearing openly.

These four people were mysterious, all wearing black clothes and masks, unable to see their faces or distinguish their identities.

The only thing that could be confirmed was the strength of the four people. Judging from their various performances when they rushed over, they were all uniformly Mystic Ancestor realm!

Four Mystic Ancestors!

The Mystic Ancestor realm was strong and out of reach. There were only a handful of Mystic Ancestors in the entire Wind Cloud City. Now, four of them suddenly appeared, and their sharp edge was directed at Fan Lang and the others.

Fan Lang's expression changed slightly, feeling immense pressure.

With his strength, dealing with one Mystic Ancestor was not a problem, he could fight two, but three or more would be dangerous. After all, cheating also had its limits.

The Mystic Spirit and Mystic Ancestor realms were inherently vastly different, not to mention that four of them suddenly appeared.

If these four people wanted his life, it would be very tricky.

Huang Wenzhong was even more nervous than Fan Lang, reaching out and pressing on the weapon he carried with him, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this, friends?"

One of the four men in black responded, "We are here to kill."

"Kill who?"

"Fan Lang!"

"The City Lord's Mansion just produced a genius and you come to assassinate him. The only ones who could do this are the Murong Family and the Silver Moon Merchant Guild."

The man in black remained noncommittal.

In the next moment, the auras of the four men in black erupted at the same time, ready for battle, alarming the birds and beasts in the forest. These birds and beasts felt the threat of death and fled in all directions.

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Huang Wenzhong's head. With only him, plus two Mystic Spirits, there was no chance of winning at all.

His identity was a bodyguard, but that didn't mean he had to be buried with Fan Lang. The reason he was able to live to this day was because of the word "adaptability."

"Four, please do as you wish, Huang will not accompany you."

Huang Wenzhong used a body protection Secret Arts, creating a layer of golden shimmering phantoms, protecting his body, and then rushed forward, leaving Fan Lang and the other behind.

None of the four men in black moved. Their target was only Fan Lang. Huang Wenzhong's escape was beneficial to them. As for the leak, they didn't care at all. Even if no one leaked the information, the City Lord's Mansion would guess who had done it. It was even too late to call for reinforcements. This place was still far from Wind Cloud City. By the time the City Lord's Mansion sent someone, Fan Lang's body would be cold.

Fan Lang watched Huang Wenzhong escape, and cursed, "Damn, you turned around and betrayed me? What a scam!"

They were already at a disadvantage, and with one less Huang Wenzhong, the situation was even worse. If the four Mystic Ancestors swarmed up, he and Li Yunyan would surely die.

In this dangerous situation, Fan Lang didn't want to drag Li Yunyan down with him: "Yan'er, he's already gone, you should go too. These people's target is only me, it has nothing to do with you."

If Li Yunyan wanted to leave, she indeed had a chance. Her eyes flickered, and after hesitating again and again, her feet did not move outward, but instead, as if by a trick of fate, she drew her twin blades.

"I'm not leaving."

These three words expressed her determination.

A determination to share life and death.

"Are you falling for me?" Fan Lang asked.

Li Yunyan sheathed her blades and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't go, don't go, I won't ask nonsense anymore," Fan Lang quickly said.

Only then did Li Yunyan come back.

The four men in black could no longer watch this farce, exchanged glances, and their killing intent rose.

Was it really going to be two against four, with two Mystic Spirits fighting four Mystic Ancestors?

Of course, that wouldn't do, nor was it necessary.

"Don't do anything yet, I have something to say! These words concern the life and death of you few!" Fan Lang shouted.

The four men in black were stunned, and did not immediately attack, but they tightened the encirclement.

"About to die, what else do you have to say?" one of the men in black said coldly.

"Don't worry, I won't say much, just a few words. I just want to say, after you kill me, someone will avenge me, and kill all of you, your family, friends, master, the forces behind you, and even your nine generations. My talent, my strength, is obvious to all. Can someone like me not have a backer? The small City Lord's Mansion is just a stepping stone for me. The backer behind me far exceeds the City Lord's Mansion, and is not someone you can afford to offend," Fan Lang said unhurriedly, and very calmly.

"Heh, trying to scare us with these words, no way!"

"A seventeen-year-old Mystic Spirit, with strength comparable to a Mystic Ancestor, if you think that a small City Lord's Mansion can cultivate such a prodigy, then I can't help it. If you encounter a few fools, you have to accept your fate. My death alone, dragging your nine generations down with me, is worth it. Don't think that covering your faces can hide your identities. It's easy to find out who you are."

Fan Lang was as calm as ever, without the slightest fear, even his heartbeat was very steady, putting on an appearance of being fearless.

The more he was like this, the higher the credibility.

These words were not empty words, Fan Lang's strength was indeed a prodigy, and even caused panic in the Silver Moon Merchant Guild and the Murong Family. It was very reasonable for such a genius to have a strong master or a large force backing him.

The four men in black could not laugh, and exchanged glances with each other, obviously hesitating.

Fan Lang struck while the iron was hot, and continued, "Kill me, and everyone dies together. Let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened. You can rest easy, and the forces behind you can continue to develop as usual. This is good for everyone. I guarantee that I won't seek revenge later. We'll mind our own business. I'm generous, and I won't take this little thing to heart. You can rest assured."

"I've said all I need to say, more words are useless. Whether to kill or let go, you decide for yourselves."

Fan Lang glanced around, his eyes meeting each of the four men in black. He was clearly at a disadvantage, but his eyes were sharper than his enemies.

A big problem was placed in front of the four men in black.

If they swarmed up, they would definitely be able to kill Fan Lang, but the risks and consequences to be borne were too great. They all had relatives and friends, and did not want to involve those people.

Would killing this young man really bring about a calamity that would wipe out their nine generations?

"Who is your backer?" one of the men in black asked sharply.

Being able to ask such a question proved that he already believed Fan Lang's words, at least more than half of them.

Fan Lang gained a bit more confidence, and deliberately mystified, "My master is a wandering cloud crane, likes to be alone, and I also have some contact with a force in the east, but it's not convenient to say the specifics. Knowing too much is not good for you."

"If you don't give us more details, how are we supposed to know who your backer is?" the man in black asked, digging to the root of the matter.

"My master uses dual swords, likes to earn bounty money, and specializes in killing valuable people." Fan Lang was still being coy, unwilling to say it outright.

This information was already enough, coinciding with a certain dual-sword-wielding expert, who was a veritable god of slaughter.

The four men in black guessed the answer, and exchanged glances.

That expert was really someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

"Do we gamble?" one of the men in black asked.

Another man in black answered with a question, asking Fan Lang, "Can you swear a poisonous oath to the heavens about what you said earlier? If you guarantee not to pursue the matter, then we will spare your life."

The men in black had chickened out.

Fan Lang smiled.