Beside the westbound highway out of Windmill Town, the first twenty li were vast stretches of farmland, followed by dense forests and rolling hills.
This was practically a textbook ambush site.
Clearly, others had thought so too.
Five figures stepped out one after another, leering at Zhang Yang and Ning Rongrong.
Zhang Yang shielded Ning Rongrong behind him, frowned as he looked the group over, and said coldly, "What's the meaning of this?"
The gaunt man whose eyes had met Zhang Yang's yesterday, still wearing that Storage Soul Tool on his hand, sneered. "What does it mean? Kid, you've got lucky. Hand over everything valuable on you, leave that woman behind, and this Soul King will give you a quick death."
Hearing that he was actually setting his sights on her, Ning Rongrong's face went pale with fury. "You petty thief, are you blind? How dare you target your great-aunt?"
Zhang Yang's gaze darkened as well. "It seems you gentlemen have no regard for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
The gaunt man sneered. "Kid, how long have you even been out in the world? No matter how powerful the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is, they can't possibly come looking in a place like Windmill Town, where there's nothing for miles around."
"Zhang Yang, why are you wasting words on them? Hurry up and kill them! I feel sick just looking at them." Being targeted by such disgusting people made Ning Rongrong tremble with rage.
Zhang Yang was disgusted by the lot of them too, and Soul Power began to surge through his body.
"Still thinking of resisting?" The gaunt man snorted and immediately unleashed his Martial Soul.
As his Soul Power rose, two strands of Rat Whiskers rapidly grew from the corners of the gaunt man's mouth. His