After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

The fierce argument between the wet nurse and Huo Shuixian exploded in the air, successfully attracting the attention of the bandit leader Guimian.

He looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw Xiang Yulan standing next to the wet nurse in gorgeous clothes, a hint of surprise and greed flashed in his eyes, as if a hungry wolf saw a fat lamb.

Immediately, he jumped off the tall and mighty horse without hesitation, and walked towards them with vigorous strides, each step carrying a terrifying sense of oppression.

Seeing this, the captain of the He family's guards, who had already been stabbed, ignored the blood gushing from his wound and stumbled towards them desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs, "What are you still standing there for? Take the young lady and run!"

At this moment, when the wet nurse and He Yulan saw the vicious horse bandit leader approaching step by step, fear instantly gripped their hearts.

The nurse's voice became sharp and trembling, "Miss, run!"

He Yulan was so frightened that her face turned pale and she cried out in tears, "What should I do? What should I do?"

"Run? Can you still run away?" The bandit had a ferocious look on his face, full of disdain and ridicule, and his laughter was as shrill as a night owl.

He looked at He Yulan, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state and unconscious, with a cold and pitiful look, without a trace of pity in his eyes. Then he raised the cold and shining sword in his hand again and slashed at the wet nurse without hesitation.

The wet nurse widened her eyes in horror and tried to dodge but it was too late. The big knife fell and the wet nurse's head rolled off instantly. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all over He Yulan's face.

The warm blood and the bloody scene before her eyes frightened He Yulan to the extreme. She screamed, "Ah--" and fainted.

The captain of the guard only saw a blood-red scene before his eyes, his legs softened, and he fell straight to his knees with a plop, despair and grief filling his heart.

After chopping the wet nurse, the brutal bandit did not stop. He turned around with his sword, a ferocious smile on his face, and attacked the captain of the guard again.

Just when the sharp knife was only an inch away from the captain of the guard's neck, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp "whoosh" sound like thunder, and a silver needle flew out like a meteor, with a powerful force that slammed the broadsword away.

The big knife turned several times in the air and fell to the ground with a clang, raising a cloud of dust.

Ghost Face looked at the big knife that suddenly slipped out of his hand. He felt as if he was struck by a powerful lightning. His body trembled violently, his brain went blank, and he was stunned for several seconds!

When he came to his senses, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he immediately opened his eyes wide with anger and shouted at the top of his voice, "Who? Who is it? How dare you ruin my good deeds!"

His voice was like the roar of a wild beast, echoing in the ruined temple and making people terrified.

He never imagined that such a powerful master was hidden in this seemingly inconspicuous little temple.

However, all he got in response were the crowd's wails of pain and cries of fear.

The shrill screams and panicked shouts intertwined together, making the atmosphere in the ruined temple even more terrifying and desperate.

The ghost face's cold and sharp gaze swept through the crowd like a sharp sword. Every time it swept through a place, people couldn't help but tremble all over, as if they were being stared at by the god of death.

His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, and he vowed to find the hidden master.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the altar covered with rags in front of him.

A hint of doubt and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. The next moment, he raised his strong leg without hesitation and kicked the altar hard.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, a thin figure fell down limply like a kite with a broken string.

"what--"

This scream seemed to be able to pierce through the human soul, making everyone present's heart tighten in an instant and their breathing stagnate.

When Huo Jianjie finally saw clearly who the figure lying on the ground was, his face seemed to have suddenly lost all the blood. It instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. Instead, it was replaced by a deep fear and despair.

"Daffodil—"

Along with this heart-wrenching cry, Huo Jianjie's whole body trembled violently as if he was struck by an invisible lightning.

Deng Lihua instinctively reached out to grab him, but missed. She looked at Huo Jianjie who was running out recklessly with fear on her face, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open, as if she was afraid that she would scream, and a low whimper came from her throat.

Huo Jianjie held a long sword in his hand, his eyes wide open with bloodshot eyes, and angrily stabbed at the ghost face with the sword. The sword trembled slightly in his hand, showing his immense tension and resentment.

However, how could the sword in the hands of a mere scholar be a match for the ferocious bandits?

The corners of Ghost Face's mouth rose, outlining an extremely contemptuous smile, which was full of ridicule and disdain. He quickly stretched out his strong and powerful arm, clamped it, and then gently pulled it. The sword in Huo Jianjie's hand was like a light fallen leaf. It slipped out of his hand without any resistance and fell steadily into Ghost Face's hand.

As soon as he got the sword, Ghost Face laughed triumphantly with his head raised. His laughter echoed in the dilapidated temple, making people shudder.

He also jokingly said, "This sword is quite good. It's a bargain for me!"

Huo Jianjie, who lost his sword, was stunned for a moment. Despair and anger instantly flooded him like a tide, making him lose his mind.

He frantically reached out and grabbed the dishes and bowls on the altar and threw them at Ma Dazhao without hesitation.

The bowls and plates drew messy arcs in the air, some of them hit the ghost face and broke into pieces instantly, while others fell to the ground and shattered.

Having obtained a good sword, Guimian was in a good mood and did not intend to kill Huo Jianjie immediately. He just frowned slightly and swung a punch lightly. With a sharp sound of wind, the punch was so powerful that it knocked Huo Jianjie back and he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Then, he bent down and picked up the unconscious He Yulan on the ground. His movements were not gentle at all. He Yulan's body was like an insignificant object in his arms.

On the face of the ghost-faced man, a pair of eyes flashed with greed and evil light, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, outlining a creepy and hideous smile.

He kept muttering to himself, "Hehehe! My little beauty, just go back with me and enjoy a peaceful life! Don't struggle in vain!"

As his sarcastic words sounded, the air around him seemed to be frozen, making people shudder.