1572 A tyrannical combat power

Hearing the sound of fighting outside, Feng Jiu picked up the curtain and pinned it aside. She leaned on the carriage and watched her brother fight with the two men. He was now at the peak of the Martial Sacred stage. Coupled with his experience of actual combat outside, his combat strength should be stronger than her grandfather.

She hadn't seen him raise a hand to strike for a long time. Now she wanted to see if he could fight two Nascent Souls with the strength of one person?

Looking out, he saw two Nascent Soul cultivators, one entangled him and the other came to grab her. It seemed that they wanted to pull her out of the carriage. With lips curved up, she glanced at the two men wearing the emblems of Saint ranked alchemists in pill refining and in pharmacy.