As a prince, it is normal for Zhu Yan to have bodyguards around him, but no one knows that even the royal bodyguards are just show-offs, they can scare the common people, but when they meet a real martial arts master, they are like paper. Generally fragile.
"I just want to ask you, do my three uncles know that you came to intercept me today?" His hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and his palms were wet with sweat.
Jiang Cheng snorted coldly: "What do you think? You have never been to the Jiang Clan. There are so many masters. Do you think I, Jiang Cheng, can mobilize them all by myself?"
Sure enough, they really want to abandon their long-term friendship. Is this jade ring really more important than their long-term friendship
Seeing Zhu Yan's expression of pain, Jiang Cheng felt happy and said with a smile: "The so-called family affection you value is worthless in our eyes. If you know better and hand over your things quickly, I will save your body."
Zhu Yan sneered: "Then let's try it and see who can have the last laugh!"
Numerous figures emerged from the forest. Under the light of the cold moon, the sword light shone with a cold light, carrying a strong murderous aura, startling the birds in the forest.
From behind Zhu Yan, the Eighteen Blood Demons jumped into the air, and the sword light instantly shrouded all opponents in the shadow of death, making people breathless.
Jiang Cheng is an old Jianghu, and as soon as the Eighteen Blood Fiends take action, he knows what the outcome of today will be.
He was too careless. He had heard about it for a long time. He had heard that Zhu Yan was accompanied by a group of mysterious guards, eighteen knights, and superb martial arts. He never took this matter to heart. He only said that it was the world's opinion of Zhu Yan. It's just an exaggeration of Prince Yan's image.
But today, he realized that he was completely wrong. Although the masters he brought were powerful, they were no match for the Eighteen Blood Demons.
When he was under the sword of the Eighteen Blood Fiends, the hot-blooded head spattered wantonly. Jiang Cheng's face turned pale and he kept retreating, trying to find an opportunity to escape.
Zhu Yan's figure had already passed by Jiang Cheng's side at some point. The panic-stricken Jiang Cheng was no match for Zhu Yan, the God of War. However, he was captured by Zhu Yan in just three moves. Zhu Yan stepped on him on the mud and watched. Looking at this face that was so arrogant just now, but now so frightened, is really ridiculous!
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will leave you alive to report a message to me."
When Jiang Cheng heard that he didn't have to die, his trembling heart finally calmed down a little: "Report, what kind of report? You say it, you say it!"
As the prince of a country and the commander-in-chief of a general, Zhu Yan couldn't bear to see such a cowardly person who was greedy for life and afraid of death. He stepped on his head and face even more hard until he heard Jiang Cheng's painful cry for mercy. , then relaxed a little, and said coldly: "Go back and tell the three uncles that the things were given to me by my grandmother, and I will never hand them over. This time I don't have to argue with them, but if it happens again, Don’t blame me for not missing our old friendship!”
Jiang Cheng responded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I will definitely bring these words, I will definitely bring them."
Only then did Zhu Yan withdrew his feet. Seeing that Jiang Cheng was really disgusting, he kicked him a few times with his toes. 'By coincidence', he kicked several large acupoints around Jiang Cheng's body, causing him a moment of pain. It's hard to bear, howling again and again.
"get out!"
As soon as Zhu Yan spoke, the remaining survivors rushed forward to help Jiang Cheng up and fled.
The noisy forest returned to calm again, the chaotic and panicked footsteps gradually disappeared, and Xia Yuanhao walked out of the tent.
"Brother Zimo, are you okay?" Yuan Hao trotted over, his face full of panic.