Yang Jian, Your Wife Has Come to Your Door

Yang Jian took a step forward, and the cloudlight suddenly pressed low.

At the end of the mountain range, a swath of scarlet flames soared into the sky.

Four beings surrounded a woman in red.

Flame clouds coiled around the woman, and the scarlet treasure sword in her hand continuously cleaved out bursts of firelight.

Golden radiance flowed through her hair, her brows and eyes were sharp, and her daoist robe was already torn in several places.

The four beings sealed off her retreat from both front and rear.

The leader wore black armor and had a single horn growing from his head. His aura had already reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm.

The other three were all Golden Immortals, wielding a bone spear, a blood banner, and a poison hook respectively.

The black-armored being raised a hand and pressed down. A black dharma seal smashed toward the red-clad woman's head.

The woman swung her sword upward, and firelight collided with the dharma seal.

Her body jolted, and she staggered back three steps.

The one holding the bone spear burst into laughter.

"Fire Spirit, how much longer can you hold out?"

The bearer of the blood banner shook it, and blood mist transformed into chains that wound around her arms.

"So what if you're a disciple of the Sect of Interception? Now that you've fallen into our hands, you still have to die."

The wielder of the poison hook licked his lips.

"You haven't even attained Primordial Unity, yet you dared to travel alone outside Buzhou Mountain. Not even your master, Daoist Duobao, can save you."

Fire Spirit's gaze turned cold.

"You dare insult my master?"

The black-armored being snorted coldly.

"No matter how great Daoist Duobao's reputation is, he isn't here right now."

Fire Spirit swung her sword