Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 42 Kill Luo Zheng!

"Yes, Lord Luo."

Hearing this, everyone imdiately felt relieved.

For now, it’s just leaving temporarily to avoid trouble.

Sooner or later, they will return to Yunng Lake.

This is always the Dragon King Gang’s headquarters, with many mbers relying on the eight hundred mile lake to make a living.

Boom~~

At this mont, one of the coachn driving the carriage suddenly saw a figure appear in front of him, seemingly blocking his path, attempting to stop the carriage.

He imdiately swore loudly, "Where did this riffraff co from, imdiately get the hell out of here, dare to block the carriage, do you want to die?!"

As a mber of the Dragon King Gang, he was also a ruthless character.

Even knowing soone was ahead, he didn’t slow the carriage, rushing towards the figure.

After all, it’s just crushing an itinerant anyway, doesn’t an anything.

Especially in this era, human life is like grass.

Conversely, delaying Lord Luo’s ti is the real cri.

Thunk!

In an instant, the figure charged forward, swift as lightning, holding a long sword, slashing down with one stroke.

What?!

The Dragon King Gang coachman was stunned instantly, only seeing a flash of sword light.

The next second, his head flew off, blood spilled everywhere.

In just a mont, he was killed with one stroke.

His body fell from the carriage, crashing to the ground.

With the coachman dead, the carriage imdiately lost control, crashing towards a distant tree at high speed.

Boom~~

Imdiately, the carriage was smashed into pieces.

Residing in the carriage, Luo Zheng and others were also slamd to the ground, dust billowing around.

But they were all martial artists, these clashes were of no concern to them.

"Sun the Fourth, what on earth happened? How are you driving the carriage?"

"Damn you, Sun the Fourth, I want to make you tend horses, cutting grass to feed them all your life, don’t ever think of succeeding."

"You can’t do anything right, what use are you?"

Instantly, a group of people cursed angrily, fuming.

Each struggled to crawl up.

But they quickly found Sun the Fourth lying in a pool of blood, his head split open, only a headless corpse remained, terrifying to behold.

Then a stranger, a middle-aged man, appeared before them.

The person who acted was Jiang Fan.

He had set out from Osmanthus Village, traveled tirelessly, arriving at the road Luo Zheng and others must take back to Tonghe County.

Blocked them halfway.

Also, for safety’s sake, he used a disguise technique, changing his appearance, transforming into an ordinary middle-aged man, so that even if seen by others, they couldn’t know his true identity.

He was well-prepared.

"Who are you?!"

"Do you know I am an elder of the Dragon King Gang?"

"If you kill here, you’ll offend both the Dragon King Gang and the Li Family of Tonghe County."

Luo Zheng’s hair stood on end, eyes fixed on this suddenly appearing stranger.

As a Strong Sinews Realm Martial Artist, he imdiately sensed the terror from this man, a terrifying killing intent, like a venomous snake ready to strike.

So he felt a lethal threat.

Even if he was a Strong Sinews Realm Martial Artist, he sensed no security at all.

Hence he tried to intimidate the other, making them retreat.

"Enough talking!"

"The target is the Dragon King Gang elder."

Jiang Fan disregarded further discussion, gripping the Chengying Sword, stepped forward, and struck with a sword.

Reaching a proficient level of Aurora Swordsmanship, its power was incredibly terrifying.

With a force of two to three thousand pounds, the sword strike resembled a black sword light.

Impossible to see where the sword light ca from.

"So fast!"

Luo Zheng only perceived a flash of sword light, this mysterious swordsman appeared before him, then easily pierced his chest, stabbed through his heart.

There wasn’t even ti to react, just got pierced by a sword.

"How is this possible? Just one sword, and I’m dead?"

"When did I offend such a terrifying swordsman?"

Luo Zheng looked bewildered.

He felt terribly wronged, just returning from Osmanthus Village to Tonghe County, when suddenly encountering such a fearso swordsman.

The other held a divine blade, was extrely skilled in swordsmanship, how could he compare.

In just a mont, he got stabbed to death.

Totally defenseless.

He gaped wide-eyed at Zhou Sui’s figure, trying to recall information on this mysterious swordsman from mory, suddenly he seed to rember, saw the familiar eyes of his opponent.

Perhaps an epiphany before he died, seed instantly to guess Zhou Sui’s identity.

"You are Jiang Fan."

"That fisherman from Osmanthus Village."

"But how can a fisherman have such strength?"

"What’s your purpose hiding in Osmanthus Village?"

"Wait, with this strength, did my son also die by your hand?"

"Or are you the Flower Thief, Cao Jun?!"

Suddenly, Luo Zheng recalled sothing, shocked and enraged.

As if recalling past events.

How could things be so coincidental?

His son had just had a conflict with this fisherman Jiang Fan, and then died that night.

Now he’s in conflict with the man.

Intercepted midway.

It’s conceivable how ruthless this guy is.

Even scarier than himself.

If his guess is correct, then both father and son died by this man’s hand.

He even wondered if the other was the disguised Cao Jun, otherwise no fisherman could have such strength.

"You talk too much."

Jiang Fan didn’t reply, calmly looked at Luo Zheng.

He neither denied nor confird, leaving Luo Zheng bewildered.

Thunk!

He struck again with a sword.

Once more pierced his heart.

"You!"

At this mont Luo Zheng regretted profoundly, if he’d known how threatening this man was, he should’ve brought his n to surround and kill him.

But now it’s too late.

A violent pain spread through his body, blood gushed from the wound.

Hands clutching his chest, his face displayed extre agony.

A life of countless misdeeds, and now silently dying in an unknown place, truly ironic.

With a thud, Luo Zheng’s massive body collapsed heavily to the ground, eyes wide open, showing endless fear and disbelief, clearly dying unjustly.

"Lord Luo."

Seeing this scene, three or four Dragon King Gang mbers beside him were utterly terrified, even soone like Luo Zheng, a Strong Sinews Realm Martial Artist, was stabbed to death by this mysterious swordsman.

They were only ordinary Refined Flesh Realm martial artists, how could they rival this mysterious swordsman.

Now they had no intention to avenge Luo Zheng, just wanted to flee, escape alive.

Thunk!

Before these people could react, another sword light flashed.

Like a ray piercing the night sky, incredibly swift.

With a splash, the four clutch their throats, a flood of blood sprayed out.

Clearly Jiang Fan struck again, instantly slashing these four’s throats.

Leaving them no chance to retaliate.

Each collapsed to the ground, just one breath, already dead.