Yang Jian, Your Wife Has Come Knocking

Yang Jian took one step forward, and the cloud light abruptly pressed low.

At the end of the mountain ridge, a sheet of crimson firelight shot into the sky.

Four living beings surrounded a woman in red.

Fire clouds coiled around the woman's body, and the crimson treasured sword in her hand kept slashing out streaks of flame.

Golden rosy light flowed through her hair, her brows and eyes were sharp, and the Daoist robe on her body was already torn in several places.

The four living beings sealed off her retreat from front and back.

The leader wore black armor, had a single horn on his head, and 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, and a black Dharma seal smashed toward the woman in red's head.

The woman in red swung her sword upward, and firelight crashed into the Dharma seal.

Her body shuddered, and she retreated three steps.

The one holding the bone spear laughed loudly.

"Huo Ling, how much longer do you think you can hold on?"

The one holding the blood banner shook the banner's surface, and blood mist turned into chains, coiling toward both her arms.

"So what if you're a Jie Teachings Disciple? Now that you've fallen into our hands today, you still have to die."

The one holding the poison hook licked his lips.

"You haven't reached Primordial Unity, yet you dared travel alone outside Buzhou Mountain. Even your Master, Daoist Duobao, won't be able to save you."

The woman in red's gaze turned cold.

"You dare insult my Master?"

The black-armored being gave a cold snort.

"No matter how