"Chen Family Village is private property. Unauthorized visitors are forbidden!" Gu Changfeng steeled himself and spoke in a low voice.
Wang Jin stopped and sized Gu Changfeng up, a contemptuous smirk curling his lips. "A mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator dares block my path? Get lost!"
Before his words had faded, Wang Jin casually waved his hand.
A fierce gust howled out, forming an invisible giant hand that slammed into Gu Changfeng's chest.
Boom!
Gu Changfeng had no time to react. The blow struck him like lightning, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood as he flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He crashed into the stone monument over ten meters away, shattering it beneath him.
"You don't know your place." Wang Jin sneered and continued forward.
Just then, two powerful auras shot skyward from the direction of the Song-Style Courtyard House and arrived at the village entrance in the blink of an eye.
Yun Sheng wore white, her expression cold as frost.
Changqingzi still held that battered broom, his aged face dark.
"Late Core Formation? And another... whose cultivation I can't see through?" Wang Lang frowned slightly and stepped forward to stand beside Wang Jin. He unleashed the full pressure of his late Core Formation cultivation, matching Yun Sheng's presence.
Wang Jin's gaze fell on Yun Sheng, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
She's gorgeous.
She was as cool and aloof as an immortal, with an otherworldly bearing. Her cultivation was even two minor realms above his.
Cooped up in the Langya Blessed Land for two hundred years, the female cultivators he had seen were either ancient crones or plain, mediocre women.
The woman before him instantly ignited his lust.
"Now this is interesting." Wang Jin licked his lips, his gaze roaming brazenly over Yun Sheng.