The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 103: Exile Creature

"Thank you for your help, Young Master. Introduce my name Qin Lienhua of the Cloud Dragon Sect and-" Qin Lienhua walked slowly towards Yang Jian while bowing respectfully as a thank you. But when he lifted Qin Lienhua's head stopped his speech. Initially Qin Lienhua was unsure, but after looking carefully now Qin Lienhua finally realized who the young man who helped her just now.

Seeing that Qin Lienhua was frozen silent, a sense of awe and surprise seemed very clear from the look in his eyes. 'How can Yang Jian be this strong?'Qin Lienhua thought a little envious.

Just as Qin Lienhua wanted to speak, Yang Jian lowered his head briefly and left Qin Lienhua still with a shocked look on his face.

Yang Jian's attitude made Qin Lienhua gawk with her mouth slightly open. Her status as the daughter of Emperor Qin seemed to be worthless in Yang Jian's eyes. Making Qin Lienhua grimace.

Just a short while after Yang Jian left Qin Lienhua's location, he was confronted by the three cultivators of the Nine Snake Sect. Around Yang Jian looked several corpses lying on the ground. The blood that has not dried out is venturing into the air producing a pungent fishy smell. Yang Jian looked unperturbed at the loathsome scenery around him and instead looked straight ahead.

While the person in the face clenched his hands tightly trying to hold his anger. "What are you doing, boy? How dare trash like you kill my son?" A middle-aged man growled furiously. Staring madly at Yang Jian as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Yang Jian did not budge, still flatly staring at the three middle-aged men who seemed to be trying to restrain themselves from killing Yang Jian.

"There's no need to talk much Brother Leng Shaoting. By killing your son, it would be equivalent to waving a war flag against the honor of the Nine Snake Sect!" One of the middle-aged men to the right of Leng Shaoting was propocating, adding to the anger oil for Leng Shaoting.

Hearing that, Leng Shaoting's facial water darkened even more. The sharp nails pierced through his palm which was still firmly clenched.

"You useless trash!" Furious Leng Shaoting while pulling the handle of the sword still tucked in the sword sheath perched on his waist belt. Leng Shaoting's emotions seemed to have been on the verge, a dense murderous aura encompassing Leng Shaoting's body. So that he looked like a cold-blooded killer who would chop out all of Yang Jian's limbs.

'Cong!'

The sound of Leng Shaoting's sword pull when the sword had managed to escape from the scabbard. Poking the sword before Yang Jian who was only five meters away. As Leng Shaoting began to move towards Yang Jian, he suddenly stopped moving when he heard Yang Jian say.

"The sword has been broken, Mr. Leng." Yang Jian said innocently as he tilted his head to the right staring at the short white-colored sword that was left half as it had lost half of its share.

"Mr Leng certainly had no intention of killing me using a flawed sword, right?" Yang Jian continued innocently which somehow sounded like ridicule in Leng Shaoting's ears. The embarrassment mixed with anger printed clearly on Leng Shaoting's face made Yang Jian's eyes sparkle for a moment.

The three middle-aged men in front of Yang Jian looked like they were mid-forty years old, with well-built bodies and a stern countenance. The aura cultivators who were exuding from their bodies were intermediate stage grandmaster cultivators.

Leng Shaoting now began to stabilize his anger, "Company!" Leng Shaoting spit, the embarrassed look now turned into a look of disdain. "To be honest I don't care, but messing around a little with trash like you seems like it'll be a little fun." Leng Shaoting chuckled softly. His anger at knowing Yang Jian killed his son seemed to be mere nonsense.

"What's your goal?" Yang Jian who felt that the man before him was a lot of talk made Yang Jian issue a question that had been stuck in his throat all along. Although Yang Jian did not expect to get any information, he at least tried.

"Ha ha ha... Is this your farewell?" Leng Shaoting's circus with an irritating tone. "alright then. Think of this as your last honor."

Yang Jian was speechless, waiting for Leng Shaoting to continue his words.

"We want to mess up Stone Town, of course. And also to look for the Exile Beings of the Yang Clan!"

Coinciding with the completion of Leng Shaoting's speech, at that time Leng Shaoting's head was separated from his body. No one realized, it all happened in just one blink of an eye. The two middle-aged men who were behind Leng Shaoting's corpse froze. Eyes glared at the sign of surprise.

Now Yang Jian's body was enveloped in a pitch-black aura, a gripping aura as if it was attracting anyone to enter the black circle of death.

Suddenly Yang Jian left the location of the fight. Flying at high speed towards the east of the city. Yang Jian stopped and jumped onto the highest tree peak at the edge of the city. From that place Yang Jian was able to see the fight.

Suddenly the phoenix mark on Yang Jian's forehead shone in a split second, shining beautifully like the sun. However only Yang Jian was able to see the rays. Those golden rays were a sign that Yang Jian had just activated the Heavenly World.

Yang Jian looked silent for a moment. It was not because Yang Jian was completely silent. But Yang Jian was communicating with his subordinates, the demon kings and queens. It was time for Yang Jian to test out those Heavenly World dwellers.

Within seconds the aura around the forest turned gripping, now the forest was filled by hundreds of demon kings and queens. The powerful tyrannical aura emanating from the body of each of the stealth heads made it look like a group of predator predators.

"I order you to kill those black-flow Cultivators!" Firmly authoritative, Yang Jian's aura of leadership was evident in every single word.

All the demon kings and queens simultaneously lowered their heads towards where Yang Jian was standing, the demon's beads glistening sharply for a moment before dashing at full speed through the forest about to pierce through the fighting crowd.

The hundreds of demons that were galloping made the ground slightly tremble, the trees that became the path of the demons instantly collapsed and were flattened with the ground. Yang Jian's blue bead flashed sharply for a moment, displaying a red bead, as red as blood. However it only lasted in one second, even Yang Jian himself was unaware of it.