The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Xie Shan, if you don't come out soon, we'll fight our way in!"

Even though the Sect Leader of the Tang Sect was old and dressed in black, he clearly did not have a good temper.

"Brother Xie Shi, I think it's better if you come out. Give us an explanation so we won't hurt our relationship." The elderly man from the Iron Sword Castle had a relatively mild temperament as he spoke.

The voices of the two were loud, and their voices were mixed with strong inner strength. It was sufficient to transmit far away.

The rest of the martial arts practitioners were not to be outdone, as they all started to shout.

"Brother Li, there's going to be a good show!" Tang Xiaohu said to Li Dao with a coquettish smile.

Li Dao did not say anything. He was not here to watch a show.

"Creak creak creak." The vermilion gate was pushed open.

A man in his early fifties walked out with a group of clan disciples.

The man was calm and had a refined bearing.

"I wonder why all kinds of martial arts come to our manor?" Even important figures like Sect Head Tang, Castle Lord Iron, and Mister Yin have been alarmed. "

Xie Shan wore a warm smile on his face, as if he was not the least bit afraid.

Who doesn't know that Song Xuanyang is hiding in your Four Seasons Villa? "Xie Shan, be tactful and hand over Song Jingyang." The Sect Leader of the Tang Sect shouted.

The rest of the martial artists followed behind Sect Leader Tang and shouted even louder.

Xie Shan frowned, "Who told you that Song Xuyang is hiding in my Four Seasons Villa? Do you really think that I, Xie Shan, am someone you can control as you wish? "

"Brother Xie Shi, look who this is?"

Seeing that Xie Shan did not intend to hand over Song Xuanyang, the master of the Iron Sword Castle opened his mouth to interrupt the crowd and pushed out a cowering man in a servant's uniform.

This caused Xie Shan's expression to become very ugly. He pointed at the servant and asked, "Ceng Niu, didn't you go home to see your mother? Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry, Manor Lord, I'm sorry. But what kind of thing is that Song Xuanyang? Why did you still have to protect that beast? " Ceng Niu's face was filled with guilt. As he spoke, Song Xuanyang became angry again.

"Yes, Song Xuanyang is your wife and brother." Do you know that Xiao Hong committed suicide by throwing herself into a well? It's all because of that beast. "

Ceng Niu's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was terrifying. He was still cowering in fear.

Xie Shan didn't say anything. He knew all of this, but the only thing he didn't know was that Ceng Niu and Xiao Hong actually had such a grudge.

"Xie Shan, what else do you have to say?"

"Hand Song Xuanyang over quickly or else we will massacre Four Seasons Manor." Someone clamored loudly.

Xie Shan's gaze chilled as he stared at the martial artist who was making a ruckus. He was so frightened that the man's legs went limp.

"Brother Xie Shi, I know that Song Xuyang is your wife's younger brother, but you can't protect him. It's better for you to protect yourself and hand him over." The old man tried to persuade them.

Following which, many practitioners started to talk back, either threatening or persuading him otherwise.

Li Dao silently laughed. This was truly a godly technique! Look at Sect Leader Tang, the Castle Lord of the Iron Sword Castle, and the Raindrop Sword. A person who had half a foot in the dirt still came out to pressure Four Seasons Villa.

Martial arts were martial arts after all, not immortal arts. So what if they obtained it?

Xie Shan's face was filled with helplessness. People of the martial arts world were not like the public. Their conduct was based on their likes and dislikes, they would not care about evidence.

After thinking for a long time, Xie Shan heaved a long sigh and extended his hand in a gesture of 'please'.

A group of martial artists crowded their way through the gates of Four Seasons Manor. They were extremely excited, as if their godly skills were already in front of them.