391: There's something fishy about this kid!

The scar-faced burly man sized Lu Ming up with his triangular eyes, his gaze sweeping over the spotless dharma robe he wore and the jade pendant at his waist that glowed with inner spiritual light.

Especially when he finally looked at the storage ring on Lu Ming's finger, a flash of greed flickered in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, you look quite unfamiliar. Are you new to the Liuyun Territory?" The scar-faced man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, as he looked at Lu Ming with ill intent.

Although this person's aura was restrained and his true strength couldn't be discerned, in the scar-faced man's view, he might have used some method or Magical Artifact to hide his aura.

However, the other party's outfit was quite eye-catching, and seeing his slow flight speed and relaxed demeanor, he looked more like a "Young Master" who was ignorant of the world or had just come out of his Sect for experience.

This was simply a walking fat sheep, exactly the kind of target they liked to strike most.

So, he didn't bother to pretend anymore and said with a savage grin.

"My brothers and I have been a bit short on cash lately. How about lending us some Spirit Stones to spend? If you hand over that jade pendant and this storage ring, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare your life!"

As he spoke, the other five Calamity Cultivator moved in unison, faintly blocking Lu Ming's path of retreat.

They dared to openly intercept here because they naturally had something to rely on; not only were all six of them Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but the leading scar-faced man was even at the Foundation Establishment Peak.

Now that they had surrounded the opponent and cut off his retreat, they felt this job was already in the bag!

Being stopped, Lu Ming halted his flight light and hung in mid-air, looking at the six people blocking his way, his eyebrows arching slightly.

Didn't they say my luck would be excellent here?

Why did I run into highwaymen before even entering the city!

This divination isn't accurate at all!

But it really is strange; six Foundation Establishment Cultivators actually dared to brazenly stop a Golden Core True Person. Who gave them the courage?

Seeing that Lu Ming didn't answer and instead looked at them as if they were idiots, the leading scar-faced man felt he was losing face, and anger flared in his heart.

"You don't know what's good for you! Giving you face but you don't want it!" He stopped wasting words and abruptly waved his hand: "Do it!"

"Kill!"

The five Foundation Establishment Cultivators beside him, who were already impatient, shouted in unison, each activating their Spirit Treasures and forming hand seals to cast Spells.

Five attacks of different colors but equally ruthless intent instantly tore through the air, closing in on Lu Ming's vital points!

In an instant, poisonous fire, ice spikes, flying needles, blade glows, and ghost shadows covered the sky!

Looking at these formidable-looking attacks, Lu Ming felt rather bored.

A combined attack from the Foundation Establishment Stage, let alone hurting him, couldn't even break his defense even if Lu Ming just stood there and let them hit him.

Just as he was about to slap these annoying ants to death, his mind stirred, and he lowered his raised hand.

"Perfect, I've just started with the Dao of Heavenly Secrets and haven't tried it in actual combat yet. These people showing up is just right for practice!"

Thinking this, he abandoned his plan to crush them.

Lu Ming placed his hands behind his back, calmly watching the attacks approach him.

At the same time, a mysterious and invisible ripple had already quietly spread out from around him.

Seeing Lu Ming standing there dazed, the group thought he was scared witless by their fierce attacks and immediately let out a look of disdainful mockery.

As expected, another useless second-generation ancestor who knows nothing of the world. Spoiled by elders and never having experienced the harsh reality of society, he doesn't even know basic combat now.

But second-generation ancestors are good; second-generation ancestors are wonderful!

It's precisely because there are many people like this that they can make a fortune!

As for them showing mercy? That's impossible!

Cutting the weeds and pulling out the roots to eliminate future troubles was their code of conduct.

So, not only did they not stop, but they also increased the output of their magic power, as if afraid of being a step slower and having the loot snatched by their companions.

At this moment, a pitch-black ghost shadow that was the first to rush within three feet of Lu Ming opened its sharp claws, aiming straight for his heart.

It looked like it was about to rip his heart out, but for some reason, the ghost shadow's claws suddenly veered off!

Suddenly, at a bizarre angle, it lunged toward a short, fat Robber Cultivator nearby who was wielding a Ghost-Head Broadsword and slashing out a sickly green blade glow!

That short, fat Robber Cultivator had all his attention on Lu Ming; how could he have expected his teammate's attack to suddenly turn toward him?

Caught off guard, he only managed to barely twist his body.

*Squelch—*

A tooth-gritting tearing sound rang out, accompanied by the short, fat Robber Cultivator's shrill scream. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood sprayed wildly!

"Black Third! Are you fucking blind?"

The short, fat Robber Cultivator's face was pale. His remaining hand clutched his bleeding stump in shock and anger as he cursed at the tall, thin Robber Cultivator who had released the ghost shadow.

Black Third was also dazed. He looked at the ghost shadow he controlled, then at his companion's bleeding stump, a "seen a ghost" expression on his face.

"I... I was clearly hitting that kid! How could this happen!"

He tried to defend himself, but he was in a position where he couldn't clear his name; the fact was he had severed a limb, so his explanation seemed weak.

This sudden situation also caught the attention of the other three Calamity Cultivator. Their attacks involuntarily faltered as they looked at Black Third and the maimed Cultivator in shock and uncertainty, then cast a wary glance at Lu Ming.

For a moment, they were at a loss, not knowing whom to hit or whom to guard against, and their offensive naturally fell apart.

Seeing that their little boat of friendship was about to capsize, the scar-faced man guarding the rear quickly stepped forward and shouted sternly.

"Don't panic!"

Then, he stared intently at Lu Ming, who stood with his hands behind his back and a playful smile on his face, and said in a heavy voice.

"It shouldn't be Black Third's problem! This kid is strange!"

Although he didn't know what had just happened, this kid had shown no sign of panic from beginning to end while facing their certain-kill encirclement.

So this person was either a fool or had absolute confidence to fear none of this.

And the scar-faced man leaned toward the latter possibility.

Therefore... "This person likely has some demonic technique that can affect our judgment of attacks. Everyone, pull yourselves together and don't lose your cool!"

Shouted at by him, the Calamity Cultivator calmed down slightly.

Upon careful thought, it was indeed so!

Although this group did the work of Calamity Cultivator, it wasn't their first time cooperating. They were very familiar with each other and wouldn't strike their own people so ruthlessly for no reason.

And even in the worst-case scenario, if Black Third really wanted to turn against them, he wouldn't start internal strife before the goods were in hand and the enemy was eliminated.

This didn't fit the basic principle of "interests first" for Calamity Cultivator. Unless there was something wrong with his brain, he would never do such a thing.

Having figured this out, the group suddenly shared a common hatred. Their eyes glowed with even more ferocity as they all turned toward Lu Ming.

Especially Black Third and the maimed Cultivator; their eyes were spitting fire, wishing they could swallow Lu Ming alive.