<h4>Chapter 1829: Chapter 1822: Battle Against the Weeping and Smiling Envoys</h4>


    "Lord Buddha, how long can your people hold out?" Lu Tianxing asked in a low voice.


    "Not much longer, their strength is formidable, and there’s a middle-stage mythical leader. My men are simply not their match," Jiang Tianbao replied sharply upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s question.


    He wanted to block these people, but among those he brought this time, the strongest was only early-stage mythical. It’s a vast difference in cultivation, his men simply can’t hold on for long.


    Lu Tianxing furrowed his brows even deeper upon hearing Jiang Tianbao’s words. Although Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru have protection, there’s a saying that ns can’t keep up with change. Once a mid-stage mythical martial artist breaks into the hall, no matter how many people he arranged to protect Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru outside, it wouldn’t matter.


    After all, Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru are just ordinary people. In the chaos of battle, if affected, at best they would be injured, at worst they might die undoubtedly.


    "Judge, now do you understand why I dared to appear? I’m giving you onest chance, hand over the Four Symbols Ring, or your little darling might just perish," said the Crying Face Envoy hoarsely, his eyes flickering with cold glints.


    Tonight, he not only wants to obtain the Four Symbols Ring and aplish his superior’s mission, but also intends to end Lu Tianxing. In just a few months, Lu Tianxing has grown to this extent. If allowed to continue growing, he would be the greatest threat to them in this lifetime.


    "Want the Four Symbols Ring? Fine, I’ll give it to you, if you have the ability to take it."


    Lu Tianxing gazed coldly at the Crying Face Envoy and the Smiling Face Envoy, a sharp glint shed in his eyes. He took a step in the air, shooting directly towards the Crying Face Envoy and Smiling Face Envoy.


    "Lord Buddha, Sima Lingyun, I’ll hold them back, you head inside and deal with the others."


    Lu Tianxing let out a long shout, leaped into the sky, and rushed fiercely, exuding an extremely sharp killing intent. His palm struck fiercely, making the air explode as if the sky were flipping upside down, ten steps away, crashing towards the Crying Face Envoy and the Smiling Face Envoy.


    Boom!


    A Sky Flipping Seal, the sky turns upside down!


    The Crying Face Envoy and Smiling Face Envoy immediately sensed a heavy killing intent rushing towards them, showing an uncontroble shock on their faces. Is this the power a mid-stage mythical should possess?


    Such terrifying power, it might not even lose to ate-stage mythical.


    "Kill him, no matter what. Today, we must kill him. There’s no way he can be allowed to live."


    The Crying Face Envoy and Smiling Face Envoy exchanged nces, seeing the uncontroble killing intent in each other’s eyes, and simultaneously made their move.


    The Crying Face Envoy’s longsword was unsheathed, Heavenly Cry Sword Technique instantly unleashed, echoes of ghosts wailing and wolves howling resounded around, causing a splitting headache sensation.


    The Smiling Face Envoy stood motionless, his body slightly vibrating, causing blood-red skulls to fly out from him, swarming like locusts toward Lu Tianxing. The eerie aura filled the air, sending chills down the spine in the darkness, a shiver down the spine feeling pervaded.


    Lu Tianxing’s face turned solemn, without hesitation, his arm slightly moved, a sword coalesced by True Qi appeared instantly in his hand.


    "Canng Sword Technique."


    Swoosh!


    Sword Qi like a curtain, sweeping across the heavens and earth.


    The sword in Lu Tianxing’s hand instantly transformed into myriad glints of sword light that shed with the flying skulls, tearing them into pieces. Meanwhile, his left hand grabbed, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd charged fiercely with iron-blooded aura, like a general leading the charge into a sea of soldiers, heavily smashing towards the Crying Face Envoy.


    At the same time, seeing Lu Tianxing single-handedly blocking the Crying Face Envoy and Smiling Face Envoy, Sima Lingyun and Jiang Tianbao exchanged a nce, and without hesitation, dashed into the hall.


    Inside the hall, everyone’s faces were filled with unconceble panic, some were already shivering together.


    Although nothing in the hall seemed different now, the sounds ofbat from atop the ship and outside made them understand what was happening. How could they not fear, being so young, not having enjoyed life yet, if they died like this, it would be too unfortunate.


    Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru showed no fear, because they believed Lu Tianxing would surely protect them well, and never let them get harmed.


    Qiu Yingrong held Lingling beside Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru, with unconceble worry for Lu Tianxing. Lingling seemed curious, her bright eyes spinning, fascinated by the surrounding noises, unaware of the situation.


    Meanwhile, beside Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru, bodyguards sent by Jiang Liufeng were already vigntly guarding around them, like eagles watching every move, forbidding anyone to approach.


    "Bang!"


    Suddenly, at this moment, a corpse was kicked ferociously from outside into the hall, a lot of blood spraying in the air, instantly filling the hall with a strong stench of blood.


    The socialites, young masters in the hall paused for a moment seeing this, then piercing screams spread throughout the ferry, turning chaotic to the extreme, no one caring about etiquette anymore, rushing frantically to the deck, jam-packed.


    This is themon fear of the wealthy, they have money, they can enjoy life, so they fear death, more than anyone else.


    "Where’s Bai Zhiqing? Get her, remember, the envoy wants her alive, don’t kill her, everyone else can be dealt with on sight."


    The ck-clothed man who kicked the corpse scanned around, quickly locked his gaze on Bai Zhiqing, roared, charging with three figures directly towards Bai Zhiqing.


    "Protect the Young Mistress!"


    The bodyguards beside Bai Zhiqing, upon seeing these men, instantly rose up in a fury, charging towards the ck-clothed men.


    "Weak, Wind and Fire Saber Wheel, kill them."


    The lead ck-clothed man’s face showed grim killing intent, the scimitar in his hand shed out, a saber light soared and whirled in a spinning frenzy, fiercely shing towards the bodyguards.