God's Daughter, Queen of Miraculous Medicine

A group of men in black rushed into Piaoxianglou like hungry wolves. They attacked the people around them mercilessly and snatched valuable items without hesitation. The whole scene was in chaos, and people were terrified and fled in all directions.

"I'm the shopkeeper here. May I ask what you are doing..." Zhang Liang's voice was gentle, with a hint of confusion and vigilance. He slowly walked out of the shadows, his eyes swept over the group of uninvited guests in front of him, especially the Heisha standing in the front. His sinister eyes seemed to be able to see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

The corner of Heisha's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his eyes full of greed and determination for the Ancient Shadow Sword. "Hand over the person who possesses the Ancient Shadow Sword, and we will retreat." His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing an unquestionable determination.

"Sir, you have to think it through. It's probably not a wise move to cause trouble in Piaoxianglou." Zhang Liang's words revealed unquestionable majesty and determination. He slowly took a step forward and looked directly at Heisha, as if he wanted to intimidate him with his momentum.

"Hmph, what can a mere Piaoxianglou do to me?" Heisha sneered, obviously not taking Zhang Liang's warning seriously. The men behind him were even more restless, as if ready to launch an attack at any time.

However, Zhang Liang did not back down. He knew that he represented the dignity and honor of Piaoxianglou, and he could not show weakness at this moment. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Although my Piaoxianglou is not the place of the leader of the martial arts world, it is not a place for bullying. If you insist on making trouble here, I am afraid you have to ask the sword in my hand and the people behind me whether they agree or not."

After saying that, Zhang Liang waved his sleeves lightly, and a faint sword energy emanated from his body, shocking everyone present. They realized that the middle-aged scholar-like man in front of them was actually a hidden master.

At this time, Jun Moyuan followed Lu Tingyan out. Seeing this scene, he glanced around sharply. His voice was full of majesty, and he shouted loudly, "Who are you? How dare you act wild here!"

"Master, leave this to me. You and Miss Lu can go back and rest." Zhang Liang's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and concern. He knew that although the situation was tense, the safety of the master was the most important. He looked at his master firmly, his eyes full of loyalty and worry.

However, Heisha ignored Zhang Liang and walked out from the group of men in black. His eyes were full of murderous intent. He stared at Jun Moyuan coldly and said fearlessly: "Are you the owner here? Be sensible and ask someone to hand over the Ancient Shadow Sword, otherwise you will all die without a burial place!" Jun Moyuan then realized that it was the people from the Dusha Sect who came to snatch the Ancient Shadow Sword.

"If you want the Ancient Shadow Sword, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" Jun Moyuan's voice echoed in Piaoxiang Tower, with an unquestionable determination and pride. Facing the tidal-like offensive of Heisha and his men, he not only did not retreat at all, but stood up like an unshakable mountain.

"Hmph, you don't know how to live or die! It seems that the Ancient Shadow Sword is in your hands, come at me." Heisha's sneer revealed a strong murderous intent and disdain, as if Jun Moyuan's provocation was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot in his eyes, seeking death. He waved his hand violently, as if waving an invisible baton, and the men behind him immediately rushed towards Jun Moyuan like awakened beasts, roaring. Their figures stretched out in the sunset, forming a series of gloomy and terrifying shadows, as if they were going to swallow up this world.

Jun Moyuan dodged the attack with a flash. He drew out his sword and started a thrilling contest with the members of the Poison Sect. The swords flashed like a weave, and each sword contained a thousand pounds of force, yet was as light as a feather, making it difficult to grasp. His swordsmanship was sometimes as sharp as the wind, and sometimes as lingering as water, showing the mystery of the Star Swordsmanship to the fullest.

Just as the two sides were fighting fiercely, a deafening shout broke through the sky: "A Yuan, I'm here to help you!" Lu Tianyu rushed over from the side with a long sword in hand, joining the melee in an instant. His arrival undoubtedly added a force that should not be underestimated to Jun Moyuan. The two fought side by side, cooperating perfectly, forcing the people of the Poison Sect to retreat step by step, and they were in a mess.

Soon after, Lu Tingyan and Murong Xi, the master and servant, followed closely behind. Their figures were looming in the night, but they all had the same determination and courage.

With the addition of Lu Tianyu, Lu Tingyan and Murongxi, the pressure on Jun Moyuan and the people of the Dark Abyss Sect was immediately relieved. The people cooperated well and prevented the people of the Poison Sect from getting close.

"How abominable!" Heisha growled, his voice filled with uncontrollable rage, his pupils flashing a cold light in the night, as if they could devour all the light. The frustration of not being able to defeat the enemy for so long eroded his heart like ice, causing his face to twist a little.

"You useless piece of shit, what are you still standing there for? Come on, let's go together. Today we are going to capture these two men and avenge our previous humiliation!" His words were like thunder, exploding in the night sky with unquestionable determination.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Poison Sect all looked stern, and the fighting power in their bodies surged. They no longer held back, and displayed their unique skills one after another. They moved through the battlefield like ghosts, and their attacks were as dense and fierce as raindrops.