My wife is a reborn big boss

"How arrogant! You're nothing but a piece of trash hiding behind a woman!" The leader of the men in black sneered, channeling his energy into his blade as he attacked the two men with lightning speed.

"A man can't say no." Wu Qiong blocked Su Mubai, who was about to step forward to fight, with his right hand, and drew his wooden sword from his waist with his left hand, sweeping it horizontally at the leader of the men in black. "Penny poor."

Wu Qiong swung his sword, the sword wind gathering like a crescent moon in the sky; the force of the attack arrived even before the sword itself. The leader of the men in black, his expression grave, secretly increased his strength to its full potential. He slashed out with his longsword, splitting the air in two with a piercing noise, as if ten thousand ghosts were blocking the way, "Ghostly howls echo through the sky!"

Swords clashed, the sound like thunder, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air. Everyone around quickly retreated, using their inner energy to block the impact. Only Su Mubai stood still, his eyes fixed on the two combatants.

"I have nothing of value." Before the energy dissipated, Wu Qiong pressed forward and attacked again.

With a thrust of his sword, he transformed into a streak of white light, carrying unparalleled momentum. With a stomp of his foot, he instantly closed the distance to within ten feet of the leader of the men in black.

The sword tip reflected in his pupils grew larger and larger. The leader of the men in black suddenly shrank his pupils, and the hairs on his body stood on end. In that critical moment, he suddenly did a backbend and fell backward.

As Wu Qiong flew overhead, he sidestepped and, in the process, swung his longsword diagonally at Wu Qiong, who had just turned around and reached the end of his sword.

A slight chill ran through his chest, and Wu Qiong's expression tightened. This seemingly ordinary strike concealed several variations, sealing off any openings in his body. An astonishing killing intent enveloped his head, neck, chest, and abdomen.

With a quick thought, Wu Qiong's figure flashed, advancing instead of retreating, and with a swing of his wooden sword, he struck the blade squarely, "Two sleeves of pure breeze."

With a loud clang, swords clashed, and the two men retreated ten feet away. The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the heavy breathing of the leader of the men in black echoing in the grove.

After a moment, Wu Qiong laughed and said, "Your martial arts are superb, so why do you work as a highway robber?"

The leader of the men in black gradually regained his normal breathing and gave a cold laugh without answering.

The young woman from the escort agency's expression shifted, and she exclaimed loudly, "Young master, what he just used was the 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Piercing the Sky Blade,' and he is Ren Changkong, the 47th ranked master on the Human Ranking, known as 'Ghost Weeping Devouring the Heavens'!"

"Not bad." The leader of the men in black removed his mask and said coldly, "I am Ren Changkong of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect. I advise you to obediently hand over what the patriarch wants! Otherwise..." Ren Changkong scanned the girl from the escort agency up and down seven or eight times with his eyes, "The brothers haven't had their fill today. After killing these trash, we'll have some fun with you."

"You! Shameless!" The girl cried out, her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. Then she turned to Wu Qiong and looked at him pitifully. "Young master, please, save us..."

Wu Qiong looked helpless: "Alas, his swordsmanship is superb, and I can't defeat him for the time being. It's getting dark." He looked up at the sky, then shook his head. "Fine, I'll go all the way and use my trump card."

This kid's swordsmanship is not weak, and his skill is no less than mine. What is his trump card? Ren Changkong gripped the long sword in his hand, secretly gathering his energy and becoming vigilant.

What is his trump card? Could it be the reason that Su Mubai, that arrogant monster, would travel with him? The girl from the escort agency wondered to herself, her eyes following Wu Qiong's figure, secretly hoping for the best.

"What's your trump card?" Su Mubai asked softly as Wu Qiong walked back.

"My trump card is..." Wu Qiong calmly stood next to Su Mubai, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Go for it, Xiaobai, these guys are yours!"

"..." Ren Changkong's breath of true energy almost dissipated.

"What the hell!" The girl from the escort agency was speechless.

Su Mubai remained expressionless.

"Ha, ha, ha, I thought you had something special up your sleeve. Turns out you just cower behind a woman, what a disgrace to martial artists!" Ren Changkong mocked.

"Ah... I practice martial arts only to strengthen my body, not to fight. Besides, your martial arts are superb, and it would take me a bit of effort to defeat you. Instead of wasting my energy, I'd rather save it for our journey. How about this: you let us go. That way, we can form a good relationship, and if we meet again, I might spare your life. What do you say?"

"Hmph! How arrogant! Die!" Ren Changkong channeled his energy into his blade and unleashed a beam of light at Wu Qiong.

"You're courting death." Su Mubai stepped forward, blocking Wu Qiong's path. With a flick of her slender white fingers, the blade's edge shattered like a bubble. Then, she took another step, instantly appearing two steps away from Ren Changkong. With a palm strike, her jade-like hand brought down with the force of a thunderbolt, the sharp energy shattering the surrounding ground. Ren Changkong hurriedly swung his sword in response.

The blade and palm clashed, like a sudden clap of thunder in the stillness of winter, exploding across the sky with a dull yet resolute force. The powerful wind shook mountains and peaks, and Ren Changkong, unable to withstand the force, was forced back dozens of steps until his back smashed through a tree as thick as two people could hug, before he finally stopped.

He forced back the blood rising in his throat, glanced down at his trembling right hand holding the knife, and said woodenly, "My skills are inferior; I concede defeat. I should have left now, but the task entrusted to me by the Ancestor must be completed. Forgive me." Ren Changkong turned and shouted, "I'll hold her off! You all go and grab the spoils!" He then forcefully gathered his inner energy and unleashed his strongest strike, "Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring the Heavens!"

Su Mubai snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding. When the blade light reached his body, he absorbed it into his palm, then, after slightly gathering his strength, struck Ren Changkong with a palm, "Six Paths of Birth and Death."

"How is this possible! She is..." Before Ren Changkong could react, Su Mubai's palm had already struck his chest, sending him flying. Ren Changkong felt countless sword energies a hundred times stronger than himself rampaging through his body. "You... are... Su... Mu..." Before he could finish speaking, his entire body exploded, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

The exchange lasted only a moment. Before the men in black could react, Su Mubai had already stepped into their midst and unleashed over a hundred punches in an instant. His punches were so fast that even the air was compressed, and they hurtled towards the surrounding men in black like a meteor shower. "Flying Star Scattering."

He retracted his fist and turned around.

The men in black stood motionless like statues, then suddenly exploded into a shower of blood.

Su Mubai walked back to Wu Qiong's side. "Shall we go?"

Wu Qiong understood Su Mubai's gaze, and bowed to the members of the escort agency: "Now that the matter has been resolved, we will take our leave."

"Wait!" The young woman from the escort agency trotted over. "I am Lin Xue'e from Rongwei Escort Agency. May I ask your honorable name, benefactor? And where are you headed?"

"My name is Wu Qiong, and I mean 'poor as much as penniless.' This is my friend Xiaobai. We were on our way to Anzhou City when we happened to pass by. No need for formalities; it's simply our duty as martial artists to help those in need!"

Wu Qiong cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, exuding righteousness.

"If it weren't for Ren Changkong's unexpected interference, you would have run away long ago! Have you no shame?" Lin Xue'e thought to herself, but a bright smile graced her face. "What a coincidence! We're also heading to Anzhou City on this shipment. Young Master Wu, in my humble opinion, why don't we travel together? It would be good to look after each other on the road. What do you think, sir?"