American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A-Wei's shout threw the inn into chaos.

His security team members, along with some onlookers eager for excitement, all charged forward, waving their weapons and yelling wildly.

The bandit's eyes lit up, and he let out a long whistle, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Any security team member who even looked like they might pose a threat to Qi Shan was immediately targeted by the bandit.

The massive ghost-head saber, even without using its blade, could inflict damage comparable to a giant hammer when swung horizontally against someone's waist.

In the end, they were just ordinary people rushing forward mindlessly, and they usually couldn't withstand even a single exchange before being struck and sent flying like rockets, crashing into the walls behind them like cannonballs.

The inn only had three floors, and the area wasn't too large. No matter how sturdy the wooden beams were, they couldn't withstand the continuous barrage of human cannonballs.

The sound of wood cracking and breaking echoed in their ears, making everyone's hearts tremble with fear.

The security team was almost completely crushed by the bandit's frontal assault, unable to muster any real fighting strength. Jiu Shu saw this and felt anxious. After all, these men were the only ones in the village who could fight. If they all fell here, it would be a disaster when the real bandits arrived!

"This brother, please don't be impulsive! This must be a misunderstanding!"

Jiu Shu said hastily, flicking his hand. A paper talisman appeared in his hand. No one knew how he did it, but he rubbed it slightly and pulled it downwards, transforming the yellow paper into a paper sword.

It was clearly just yellow paper, light and flimsy, with no real power, but in Jiu Shu's hands, it was like a real sword. Each time it collided with the ghost-head saber, it produced a crisp, metallic clang.

The bandit grinned widely. "What misunderstanding? We'll talk after we fight!"

He hadn't had a satisfying fight in a long time. All he'd encountered were weaklings who fell after a few punches and kicks.

When he passed a mass grave on the road, he finally encountered a white-haired zombie, but that little girl snatched it away.

The bandit had been sulking about that for a long time. Now, this man was clearly an expert, so he couldn't let him go. He had to have a good fight!

Jiu Shu was anxious. He tried to speak several times, but the bandit deliberately interrupted him.

Mao Shanming was overjoyed at finally getting revenge and kept shouting excitedly behind Qi Shan.

"Good fight, good fight! Don't let these bastards go! Kick his ass, chop off his hands, his mouth! Yes, that's it!"

At the height of his excitement, Mao Shanming couldn't help but pat Qi Shan's arm and laugh. "This time, I really have to thank you. Otherwise, I would have died at the hands of these scoundrels!"

Qi Shan turned his head in surprise, his eyes showing a hint of astonishment.

In his impression, Mao Shanming had always been a cautious and cunning little man who used Taoist arts to swindle and deceive.

Relying on the few years he had studied Taoism, his ability to communicate with ghosts, and some basic skills, he went around cheating people.

Such a person should be careful and prudent.

How dare he pat his arm?

Before Qi Shan could speak, the expressions of his three subordinates darkened.

They all looked at Mao Shanming at the same time, and the spiritual pressure on their bodies involuntarily rose.

An invisible pressure descended from the sky. Seeing the three men's ugly expressions, Mao Shanming instantly came to his senses, took a step back, and said with a sheepish smile, "Sorry, sorry, I was just too excited to control myself. I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, sir!"

Qi Shan silently watched him. The spiritual pressure from the three subordinates became even heavier. The atmosphere made Mao Shanming's legs cramp slightly. After a long while, Qi Shan finally raised his hand slightly, and the heavy pressure vanished into thin air.

Seeing the others turn around and continue watching the excitement, ignoring him, Mao Shanming breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and cursed himself in his heart for getting carried away.

Qi Shan didn't care about Mao Shanming. In the entire Mr. Vampire story, he, like A-Wei, was just a clown-like character.

His Taoist skills were of no use to Qi Shan. On the other hand, those two ghosts were more in line with Qi Shan's requirements.

Especially the smaller one, who should be able to grow stronger with dedicated training.

"Hahaha, hahaha, satisfying, so satisfying!"

The bandit laughed heartily, drawing Qi Shan's attention back.

The difference in combat power between the two sides was fundamental. The number of opponents posed no threat to the bandit at all. At this time, all the security team members were lying on the ground, clutching their arms or legs and wailing in misery.

A-Wei, who had received special attention, had already passed out. His head and toes were exposed, while his entire torso was hidden under the Eight Immortals table. Judging by his position, he had obviously been hiding there and then been affected by the aftermath of the battle.

Unable to dodge in time, he was knocked unconscious by the shockwave, with a large bump on his head and a little blood, but it wasn't serious.

The short vice-captain was lying next to him. This kid was smart and used A-Wei's body as a meat shield when he was hit earlier, and now he was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Jiu Shu was a little out of breath. After all, he was getting old, and close combat wasn't his forte.

If he was dealing with demons and monsters, he could use Taoist magic and talismans to enhance his abilities, but the person in front of him was very strange.

Based on his years of experience in subduing demons and eliminating evil, this person was clearly not human, but he didn't have any Yin energy or evil aura, but rather a kind of soul aura.

The bandit turned a deaf ear and was about to go for another three hundred rounds when he suddenly felt Qi Shan's spiritual pressure fluctuate slightly. The bandit's figure changed, and the posture of rushing forward was forcibly changed to retreating backward, drawing an arc in the air and landing beside Qi Shan.

He stood in the corner position, together with the other three people, protecting Qi Shan in the center.

Jiu Shu breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the unconscious villagers, his face full of bitterness.

With a powerful enemy in front of him, his own strength was inexplicably destroyed. What should he do about this attack!

Qi Shan said, "May I ask, is this Daoist priest Lin Fengjiao, Lin Jiu!"

Jiu Shu was slightly startled.