Jiang Ping'an reacted and immediately dragged Yang Jishan toward the courtyard gate.
At that moment, he had no idea whether Yang Jishan was dead or alive. He only knew he had to take Yang Jishan and run.
"Eighth Master!"
Just as he went out, he saw Yang Chengan's chest pierced through by the black-robed cultivator's flying sword.
Yang Chengan coughed blood and collapsed to the ground, his eyes turning utterly dim.
"Hehe~~ Ant-like martial artists dare attack an immortal cultivator? Courting death!"
The black-robed cultivator said coldly. Then he drew the storage bag at Yang Chengan's waist into his hand, gave it a brief inspection, and a savage smile appeared on his face.
Not only were all the dharma artifacts he had sold earlier inside, the storage bag also contained tens of thousands of spirit stones.
He really had guessed right. This artifact casting workshop was truly flowing with wealth.
Just as he was rejoicing, a long spear suddenly stabbed up from below, piercing into the black-robed cultivator's abdomen with a pfft, driving all the way through, the spearhead emerging from his back.
Yang Chengan, whose eyes had gone dim, now had both eyes shining bright.
"Ah~~"
The black-robed cultivator let out a miserable scream, and surging magic power erupted, directly sending Yang Chengan flying.
Yang Chengan crashed thunderously into the courtyard wall, smashing the bluestone wall into collapse.
Yet Yang Chengan did not dare linger at all. Before he could even steady himself, he shot off into the distance like a leopard.
That spear had inflicted a serious wound on the black-robed cultivator, but it might not necessarily take his life.
And Yang Chengan himself was also severely injured. The black-robed cultivator's flying sword had pierced through his chest, leaving a two-finger-wide hole there; even his heart was missing