My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Tianyan's figure flew over like lightning and faced Wang Tian's fierce attack fearlessly.

The Sacred Dragon Sword in Mu Tianyan's hand had already been upgraded to a dharma weapon by Lu Zijia and its power had more than doubled. However, since then, he hadn't used it against his enemies yet. He could try it today.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!

In just one exchange, the two of them quickly exchanged several moves, and every move was shockingly powerful.

Even though Wang Tian was at level five of Ancient Martial Arts like Mu Tianyan, Lu Zijia could see that Wang Tian's internal energy was much thicker than her man's. She just didn't know if Wang Tian had any powerful moves. After all, he was from the Upper Martial Arts Realm, right?

As Mu Tianyan and Wang Tian were fighting, Lu Haozhong, whose one hand was crippled, glanced at Lu Zijia with a sinister gaze. Seeing that Lu Zijia seemed to be caught off guard, a hint of viciousness flashed through his eyes.

Immediately, he said to Gu Ying, "Attack with me later and catch that woman. Don't worry, as long as you kill these two people, you'll get a lot of benefits."

Hearing the voice transmission, Gu Ying frowned and glanced at Lu Haozhong.

"Sorry, my strength is limited. I'm afraid I can't help you, Fellow Taoist Lu."

"You…!"

Lu Haozhong obviously didn't expect Gu Ying to reject him, and he couldn't help feeling exasperated.

However, before he could say anything else, he heard a thunderous sound.

Bang!

"Pfft!"

Lu Haozhong was shocked and looked up, just in time to see Wang Tian stuck in the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

Lu Haozhong was shocked. He didn't expect that even his eldest senior brother, who had the highest cultivation level among them, wasn't Mu Tianyan's match.

He had clearly heard from the people in the sect in the past that the martial artists of the lower martial arts world were just a group of ants and weren't worth fearing at all.

But now, it seemed that he wasn't an ant at all. He was simply a terrifying demon!

Cough… Cough…

Wang Tian's body sank into the wall. The intense pain in his internal organs made his face look terrifyingly malevolent. As he coughed, he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

Clearly, he was badly hurt.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" Cao Fei'er looked at Wang Tian and couldn't help looking anxious, as if she was worried about him.

Immediately, she seemed to have thought of something and looked at Mu Tianyan, who was holding a long sword, with pleading eyes. "Brother Yan, I beg you not to fight anymore, okay? Can you do it for the sake of our past relationship? Brother Yan, I'm begging you."

Mu Tianyan's expression was cold. He didn't even look at her from the corner of his eye. He only looked down at the Sacred Dragon Sword in his hand, as if he didn't hear her at all.

When he fought with Wang Tian just now, he had already defeated the latter before he activated the Sacred Dragon Sword. And so, he was unable to verify how powerful the upgraded Sacred Dragon Sword could be in his hands.

"Brother Yan, I'm begging you. As long as you let my Eldest Senior Brother go, I'll do anything you ask." Cao Fei'er didn't care about Mu Tianyan's disregard at all. She continued talking to herself, as if she had fallen into her own fantasy world.

"Fei'er, you don't have to beg him!"

Seeing that Cao Fei'er was pleading for him, Wang Tian finally felt better, because this showed that she still had feelings for him.