Godly Conceited Son-in-law

As soon as his voice fell, Guan Yang suddenly clenched his fists. Imperceptibly, the spirit energy surrounding his body transformed into a sharp cold wind that blew towards his face!    

    

"Whew ~ ~"    

    

The four Manifestation martial artists felt a domineering aura blowing towards them. Their faces were ashen, and it took them a while to regain their balance after using all the strength on their legs.    

    

Guan Yang's black and bright eyes narrowed, his sword-like eyebrows raised high. When he looked at his eyes again, they were already filled with crimson red.    

    

When the sixth brother, who was standing beside Bu Zhengjing, saw this scene, his eyebrows knitted together tightly. At this moment, his heart was like the raging waves in the ocean, unable to calm down.    

    

"Crimson pupils, spiritual energy skyrocketing. Such a consummate skill was something that only the eagle could use. From the looks of it, this kid is really not simple! "    

    

Just as Ol 'Six was thinking about this, a shadow flashed in front of him. He was shocked in his heart, and felt a chill run down his spine.    

    

Although he didn't see clearly what this black shadow was, with his many years of battle experience, his body unconsciously leaned to the side, and he fell towards the ground.    

    

"Puu ~"    

    

With a flash of silver light, Guan Yang appeared in front of Bu Zhengjing, his hand gripping the handle of his saber. The dagger in his hand had already fiercely stabbed into Bu Zhengjing's chest.    

    

A drop of bright red blood dripped down his chest and onto the ground. In the blink of an eye, the entire floor was dyed red.    

    

Bu Zhengjing felt the pain coming from his chest and his face revealed an expression of disbelief.    

    

"You … "How did you …"    

    

The corner of Guan Yang's mouth slightly raised as he looked at Bu Zhengjing, revealing a devilish sneer.    

    

"This is the result of you angering this young master!"    

    

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yang fiercely twisted the dagger in his hand. Bu Zhengjing, who was in unbearable pain to begin with, felt the fatal pain in his chest and felt even worse.    

    

In this critical moment, the four Manifestation martial artists finally reacted. Following Ol 'Six's instructions, they braced themselves and rushed towards Guan Yang.    

    

"Damn brat, let go of Boss Bu!"    

    

"If you refuse a toast, you will be punished. I think you're tired of living!"    

    

"Brothers, let's attack him together. I don't believe that we four Manifestation Realm masters can't defeat a brat like him."    

    

"Kill! Avenge our fallen brothers!"    

    

Feeling waves of cold wind coming from behind him, Guan Yang's thin and cold lips once again slid past his devilishly cold smile. He loosened his grip on the dagger that had been stabbed into Bu Zhengjing's body and quickly turned around.    

    

"Just a few mere Manifestation martial artists. I don't even place them in my eyes!"    

    

Before he finished speaking, a fiery light flashed in Guan Yang's eyes. Every time his gaze swept past a person, it would bring about an unending sense of pressure.    

    

Just at this moment, Guan Yang's figure disappeared into the distance. He instantly turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind the four of them.    

    

He raised his hand and clawed at one of them. Before he could react, he abruptly pulled him behind him, causing his body to lose weight in an instant. He then charged towards Guan Yang.    

    

"Iron Mountain!"    

    

This move caught the other three off guard, and before they could react, one of their companions was sent flying.    

    

Looking at the motionless bodies of their companions on the ground, the remaining three smiled at each other and nodded their heads. Their silhouettes flickered as they directly surrounded Guan Yang.    

    

"Humph, flowery fist and embroidered foot!"    

    

With a snort, Guan Yang raised his hand to grab at Bu Zhengjing's chest. The dagger in his chest quickly flew back into Guan Yang's hand as if it had sensed his call.    

    

"Guan Yang, it is impossible for you to kill my brother under the heavens. No matter what price you have to pay today, I will make you die! "    

    

As he spoke, the small formation formed by the three of them instantly shrank and quickly moved towards Guan Yang. It had to be said that this triangular formation did indeed have something. However, in front of absolute strength, everything was just like floating clouds.    

    

"Hmph, you are overestimating yourself!"    

    

Suddenly, Guan Yang's red eyes widened. His whole body was emitting a scorching aura. The dagger in his hand let out a "clank" sound.    

    

At this time, the three of them attacked together. Just as they were about to reach for their daggers, Guan Yang suddenly leaned his body to the back and slashed with his daggers.    

    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

    

The sharp blade cut his clothes, cut his skin, and pierced his skin as it issued a dull sound. The scalding bright red light instantly gushed out from his neck.    

    

He had easily taken care of one of them in a single move. The remaining two people widened their eyes in shock as they couldn't believe what had just happened.    

    

However, Guan Yang didn't give them much time to react. It was like a dagger sticking in his hand. Meng Fei flipped in the air and changed directions towards another target.    

    

The icy cold blade instantly cut through the two people's necks. Only then did Guan Yang expressionlessly put away his bloody dagger.    

    

Seeing the three of them lying on the ground, twitching their bodies, Guan Yang narrowed his eyes, slightly raised his eyebrows, and said with a disdainful smile, "A group of four brothers is on the road, and we just happen to have a companion." Sigh, it's all my fault for being merciful! "    

    

The three people lying on the ground stared at Guan Yang with vicious expressions. They wanted to perish together with Guan Yang, but they couldn't muster up any strength. Even when they were about to open their mouths to curse, the sound of their throats turned into a gurgling sound.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Guan Yang had easily taken care of the four Manifestation martial artists. At this time, the crimson flames in Guan Yang's eyes also slowly faded away.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

A crisp sound directly pulled Guan Yang back from his thoughts. He looked over and saw that the glass window of the room had been shattered. At this moment, the sixth brother, who was squatting at the window, turned around to look at Guan Yang and revealed a gloomy smile.    

    

"Guan Yang, you killed a loyal dog with the eagle's beak. "I'm sure you're dead for sure!"    

    

As soon as he said that, he tilted his body and escaped through the window. Although the room was seven to eight meters away from the ground, it was nothing in the eyes of a cultivator.    

    

Guan Yang also knew that even if he caught up to Ye Xiwen, he wouldn't have much of an advantage. He might as well just let him go and find a chance to annihilate this future enemy of his.    

    

"Wuwuwu ~"    

    

Just then, a muffled groan came from the side of Guan Yang's ears. A familiar face appeared in front of him.    

    

"Lin Nian!" Are you alright? "