Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Even if Zhao Dachui used deadly force, he couldn't stop everyone from fighting. When the Cao family gang drew their knives and killed a large number of people, the situation became uncontrollable.

"Archers prepare."

Upon hearing the gang leader's order, the swordsmen all retreated, protecting the archers while simultaneously increasing the distance between themselves and the enemy.

"put."

Whoosh...

"what……"

Fifty arrows flew out, and the bandits were instantly killed or wounded, their cries of agony echoing throughout the mountains.

"Brothers, get close and kill the archers first."

The five leaders weren't just sitting idly by; they knew how to fight to have a chance of winning, after all, they had over seven hundred brothers.

At this moment, the curtain of Jiang Siting's carriage was blown up by the wind, and Zhang Mazi saw Jiang Siting sitting quietly with her arms wrapped around her legs, and his eyes widened instantly.

"My brothers from Mangshan are meeting up with me. Tingting, the top courtesan of Lichun Pavilion, is in the carriage. I'll snatch her back to be my wife. Whoever manages to snatch her will get fifty taels of silver."

"Brothers of Niuluanshan, whoever manages to snatch Tingting will get a hundred taels of silver."

"What? Tingting's here! Kill her! We'll be rich if we get her!"

"Idiot, stop stealing the goods, steal Tingting instead! She's worth ten taels of silver a night, and the boss will give you a bonus."

"Making money by snagging Tingting is like water—it flows fast and comes in fiercely."

All the bandits moved towards the rear, and Old Master Wang became anxious and shouted loudly.

"The brothers of the Cao family gang will do everything in their power to protect my daughter Tingting."

The fat man hadn't really hit him initially, but now his eyes were cold.

A deafening clang.

Two short swords were drawn from his waist, the sunlight shining on the blades and giving them a cold, gleaming light.

With two swishes, two bandits fell to the ground.

More bandits surged in, but the fat man was very agile, wielding his short sword with rapid, swift thrusts, each one taking down a bandit.

"Go in."

The fat man's voice was deep and powerful as he shoved the madam into the carriage.

By this time, the bandits had surrounded the carriage. The fat man swiftly slashed the throats of the two closest bandits with his short sword and kicked one of them in the stomach.

Bang.

He kicked the bandit away, knocking down those behind him and clearing a space.

With his hands braced against the carriage, the fat man pushed off with his feet and flipped through the air.

Click.

Just as a bandit was about to climb onto the carriage from the other side, the fat man stepped on his back, causing him to suffer a comminuted fracture of his spine and a ruptured heart, resulting in his death.

The fat man, undeterred, jumped off the carriage and swiftly drew his sword.

shhhhhh...

The short sword made a whooshing sound as it rubbed against the air, and there was also the sound of the short sword piercing flesh.

More and more people gathered around, all wanting to snatch Jiang Siting.

The fat man retreated to the carriage entrance, where both sides were bloodthirsty and fearless.

The fat man lifted up the foot of the bandit who had been trampled to death and smashed it with his hand.

what……

The closest few were thrown backwards by the impact, knocking down those behind them. There wasn't a single bandit standing within two meters of the carriage.

He threw the corpse in his hand, knocking over three more people, and then jumped onto the roof of the carriage.

In just over ten seconds, there were already no fewer than thirty corpses around the carriage.

As the sunlight shone down, the fat man stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the group of bandits.

He wore a black straw hat, a black mask, black clothes, a black cloak, and even his shoes were black.

The two short swords in his hands emitted a cold light, and even though there was a pile of corpses on the ground, there was not a drop of blood on the short swords.

The black-clad killer. The scene was quiet; the bandits had finally come to their senses, fear overpowering their greed.

"That's incredible, killing so many people."

"Didn't you see him lifting Wang Ada's corpse with one hand and swinging it around? He was stronger than an ox."

"With this black-clad assassin protecting Tingting, we won't be able to steal it."

"We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them."

The bandits whispered among themselves, already considering retreating.

You only have one life, so cherish it.

At this moment, Zhang Mazi arrived and was very displeased to see that hundreds of people were intimidated by the fat man in black.

"A bunch of useless trash. Even if he's powerful, does he have three heads and six arms? Watch how I kill him."

It's just throwing a corpse with one hand; any one of the five leaders could do that. What's there to be afraid of?

Zhang Mazi dragged his horse-slaying saber as he charged toward the carriage, the saber leaving a trail of sparks on the ground and kicking up dust with every step, his momentum unstoppable.

"With Boss Ma making a move, the fat man in black is doomed."

"Ma Zi is among the top three of the major leaders."

"The fat man in black is doomed to lose after three rounds."

Zhang Mazi's arrival reassured the bandits. Despite his ugly appearance, he had a record of fighting fifty men and escaping unscathed.

Zhang Mazi stomped his foot into the ground, creating a crater, then leaped five meters into the air, raising his broadsword with both hands and slashing down at the fat man's face.

"Wow, it's flying!"

"Big brother, kill him, and Tingting will be one of us from Mangshan."

"Keep it up, big brother!"

This is not a friendly competition, nor is it about social etiquette; it's a life-or-death battle for beautiful women and money.

A group of henchmen cheered for Zhang Mazi.

Zhang Mazi had taken at least ten lives and was very skilled in combat. He wanted to kill the fat man with one blow and smash the roof of the car.

"die."

At the highest point, Zhang Mazi roared and brought his broadsword down heavily.

Just then, the fat man in black made a move.

He lowered his center of gravity, bent his legs forward and backward, and then...

Whoosh.

It shot towards Zhang Mazi like a sharp arrow.

The two met in mid-air at the same time, and it was a battle of wits and speed.

Just as Zhang Mazi was about to strike, he felt a strange panic, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and his attack was slowed down by half a beat.

That's right, the fat man is played by Zheng Qian. In order to avoid being tracked by the Biqiangmen, he infiltrated the escort team of Wangji Teahouse early in the morning.

How can you not escort your friend when they are leaving?

Just as the two met, Zheng Qian activated his supernatural powers.

Supernatural power, locked on.

A flash of cold light appeared as the short sword in the left hand rose to block Zhang Mazi's broadsword, while the short sword in the right hand thrust out swiftly.

呲.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing skin, flesh, and bone rang out as Zhang Mazi's throat was pierced by a short sword.

Bang.

The sounds of two heavy objects hitting the ground rang out simultaneously.

The fat man landed, kicking up dust with his feet; he was too heavy.

When Zhang Mazi landed, he kicked up a lot of dust, his knife lay to the side, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Quiet.

The scene was very quiet; even the chirping of insects and birds had stopped.

The fact that their invincible leader was instantly killed by the fat man in black was a huge shock to the bandits.

This is the big brother from Mangshan! He's the one who single-handedly escaped unscathed from an attack by more than fifty people.

The bandits were numerous and densely packed. If they organized a unified attack, the Cao family gang hired by Wang's Teahouse and Lichunlou might not be able to hold out.

Therefore, we must be ruthless in our actions, instill fear in them, and make them flee, thus leading the remaining bandits to escape.

After Zheng Qian landed and stood firm, he pounced on the nearest bandit like a cheetah.

Swish.

Two whooshing sounds rang out, and two bandits fell to the ground dead.

"Run! The god of death is coming!"

"Hey buddy, stop looking and run!"

"Uncle, run faster, or Auntie will be a widow."

One person starts running, and everyone starts running.

"Why are you all running away? Come back here right now!"

"Whoever runs, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

"Boss, run! Zhang Mazi was killed in one move by the black-clad killer!"

"What? Zhang Mazi was instantly killed by the Black-Clad Assassin? What Black-Clad Assassin is this?"

The army collapsed like a house of cards, and the four leaders knew that their robbery had failed.

Zhang Mazi was instantly killed by the Black-Clad Assassin. Although he didn't know who the Black-Clad Assassin was, he knew that there must be a master in the escort team who they couldn't defeat.

Danger! Run!

The leader led the way and all the underlings followed suit, and the bandits were finally driven back.

Jiang Siting got out of the car, still wearing a veil, it was unclear whether she was frightened.

In contrast, the madam and her second madam looked relaxed, as if they were used to this kind of scene and didn't care at all.

As expected of the pillar of Lichun Pavilion, he remains calm in the face of adversity.

Jiang Siting approached Zheng Qian and curtsied.

"Thank you for saving me, young master."

bang.

Zheng Qian sheathed his two swords, waved his hand, and returned to sit in the first carriage.

From the very beginning, Zheng Qian never intended to acknowledge Jiang Siting as his daughter. Otherwise, if the Biqiang Sect had designs on Jiang Siting, she would be in even greater danger.

Therefore, Zheng Qian has always lowered his voice and changed his tone of voice, and now he will not reveal his true face.