Seeing Jiang Qin in a fit of anger, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a bit helpless.

"You misunderstood. What I meant by 'won't die' is that you're as beautiful as a flower; these wild people have never seen such a beautiful woman. They wouldn't bear to kill you. Maybe they'll keep you around to help them continue their lineage and breed future generations."

"Who knows, you might even become their queen."

"Continue their lineage?"

Sure enough, Jiang Qin was bluffed. Her pretty face was full of panic.

Indeed, these people definitely wouldn't let her go easily.

"Well, then I'd rather just die."

Saying this, Jiang Qin pulled an exquisite small pistol from her waist, clearly intending to end herself.

Zhang Xiaoshan was startled.

"Don't."

He flicked his finger, and a stream of True Qi knocked the pistol out of Jiang Qin's hand.

Tears welled up in the corners of Jiang Qin's eyes as she spoke.

"Why do you care about me? Just let me die."

While the two were arguing.

A thunderous shout rang out from the top of the grotto heaven.

"Intruders of the Sword Tomb will be killed without mercy."

The figure of a man in hemp garments appeared out of nowhere, his hand tightly gripping an incredibly heavy great sword. The sword weighed at least two hundred pounds, yet in his hands, it was as nimble as a cicada's wing. He swung the sword.

"Shh"

An enormous grey-white Sword Qi descended from above, chopping towards Luo Ji, who had one foot on a boulder.

"Hundred-step Divine Fist."

Seeing the Sword Qi about to strike, Luo Ji was unwilling to sit idly and await death. He immediately threw a fierce punch.

A punch print collided with the Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi was prepared, while the punch print was made in haste, and the opponent's cultivation was clearly higher than Luo Ji's.

"Crack..."

The punch print was sliced in half by the Sword Qi and then dissipated.

The Sword Qi's power was reduced by half, but it was still lethal.

"Shh."

A sword cut across Luo Ji's chest.

"Ah."

The Sword Qi sliced from shoulder to rib, creating a bloodstain. Blood splattered, bones showed, and Luo Ji let out a hysterical wail of pain, his body uncontrollably plunging into the water.

"Another cut."

Another sword slash came.

"Damn it."

Luo Ji refused to sit still for death. He struck the water's surface with one palm, using the recoil force to fly back onto shore.

"Cough cough cough..."

Luo Ji collapsed at the shore, leaning against a stone, sitting limply on the ground, coughing up blood continuously.

This blow left him severely injured, unable to fight back.

"Ah."

At the same time, Feng Qing was dragged to the shore, bound by the Tomb Guardian's chains.

"Don't move"

Several Tomb Guardians, holding longbows, aimed their arrows at the severely injured Luo Ji and the bound Feng Qing.

"Damn it."

The two were trapped, not daring to make a slight move.

"Dare to intrude into the Sword Tomb, what crime should that be?"

The Old Man Ma Yi, holding the giant sword, landed and looked sharply at Luo Ji and Feng Qing.

"Clang."

The giant sword was thrust into the ground without exertion, creating a large pit purely by its weight, with cracks the width of fingers spreading out for several meters.

"At least an Earth-level Middle Grade Magic Artifact."

Zhang Xiaoshan saw the clues.

A Heavenly Treasure, an Earth-level Middle Grade Magic Artifact, is already very impressive.

"What do we do now?"

Jiang Qin asked Zhang Xiaoshan in panic.

At this moment, the people she brought were all dead without a complete body. Zhang Xiaoshan became her only pillar of support.

Zhang Xiaoshan's expression was solemn, cautiously looking ahead, and he whispered.

"Don't panic, let's watch and see what happens."

In the scene, Luo Ji's injuries began to stabilize. He gritted his teeth and said to the Old Man Ma Yi.

"Who are you? I am Luo Ji, the protector of the Flying Fox Sect, the largest sect in the Northeast. We unintentionally stumbled into this place."

"Since someone is in charge here, please forgive our rudeness. If you let us leave, I'm willing to offer fifty million as compensation."

Feng Qing hurriedly agreed.

"Woman, real estate, luxury cars, whatever you want, it's yours. Moreover, positions within the Flying Fox Sect, you can freely choose, I guarantee a lifetime of wealth and honor for you."

"Hmph, power and status?"

The Old Man Ma Yi sneered coldly and said

"We Tomb Guardians must never leave this snow mountain for life, what use is your wealth to us?"

"Clan Leader, these people are not good. Stop wasting time with them and kill them to eliminate future troubles."

A voice sounded from the side.

A figure stepped out.

It was the old hyena that had disappeared during the fierce battle just now.