After Lu San agreed to leave, Zheng Qian immediately led him out of the dark, damp basement.
It was noon, the weather was clear, and the sun shone brightly.
After figuring out their direction, the two swaggered toward the southern city gate.
But soon—
"Stop!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out from behind and to the side of them.
Immediately afterward, five figures in matching clothes and carrying long sabers swiftly surrounded them.
Then, after the tall, thin middle-aged man at the head looked the two of them up and down, he pointed his saber at them and shouted,
"What are you two doing? Raise your heads!"
"Heh heh, interesting..." Zheng Qian chuckled softly as he looked at the five figures that had suddenly appeared around them.
He then ignored the other party and said quietly to Lu San beside him,
"Brother Lu, I'll leave these small fry to you."
"Good. That's only right." Lu San did not refuse. He nodded, then flashed toward the people surrounding them.
All five of them were in the Houtian Realm: one at the Houtian Peak, two in the late Houtian Realm, and two in the middle Houtian Realm.
Their strength might not have ranked among the best in Ziyang City, but they were already quite capable.
When they saw that Lu San actually dared to attack them, they immediately raised their sabers and hacked at him.
Unfortunately, compared with Lu San, whose strength had reached the late Xiantian Realm, their meager abilities were utterly insignificant.
After only a few exchanges, Lu San had twisted all their necks, leaving them dead on the spot.
Seeing that Lu San had actually used such ruthless methods, Zheng Qian looked at him several more times in surprise.
But that was all.
Although he had not killed many