The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 122: Hunting V

The atmosphere of the mission post changed gripping. The furious aura of Lin Fei's group was suppressed by the cold aura of Yang Jian. With a firm step the young man walked over to Lin Fei and his partner. Every footstep that the young man took made Lin Fei's heart beat twice as fast.

Lin Fei started to tremble when Yang Jian's position was now one step away from his face, raising his hand in the air, Lin Fei was about to throw a rough blow at Yang Jian. Yet Yang Jian easily caught Lin Fei's hand as if the attack was nothing to Yang Jian.

Trying to neutralize his heartbeat, Lin Fei tried to pull back his hand, but it remained futile as if his wrist was stuck perfectly on Yang Jian's large palm, Lin Fei growled furiously with a trembling voice. "Le-please get my hand."

Yang Jian was speechlessly staring at Lin Fei calmly, the next second Yang Jian pulled next to the corner of his lips forming a sneer. "Sure, Mr. Lin Fei. As you would expect."

Yang Jian's reply made the eyes of the city elders who had originally been closed off abruptly opened wide. So surprised to see how the young man approved of Lin Fei's remark and let go easily. Ling's group also got a reaction that was not much different from the city elders.

As for Lin Fei, she seemed to have gotten a fresh breeze and her body stopped trembling because it thought Yang Jian was not as scary as he looked. But it only lasted for a while before the sound of broken bones broke the silence.

"Krakkk!"

Yang Jian casually pulled Lin Fei's right hand apart from his body. The voice was accompanied by Lin Fei's painful scream. Gutting his eyes, Lin Fei looked at his right hand in Yang Jian's grasp. Fresh blood poured out profusely from the two parts of Lin Fei's body that Yang Jian had just released.

Not stopping there, Yang Jian threw Lin Fei's right hand at the spot and then grabbed his left hand. With a single stomp Lin Fei's left arm retreated from his body and followed with a loud cry of Lin Fei. Now both of Lin Fei's hands were detached from her body.

Everyone in that place took a step back simultaneously followed by bulging eyes. Unknowingly their bodies began to tremble staring at the scene that Yang Jian was pointing at. The city elder even closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment trying to be calm, although now his knees began to soften.

Even though the people in that place are cultivators. But that doesn't mean they can all do what Yang Jain does easily.

"Done!" Yang Jian's speech made everyone wake up from a sense of shock.

"Is there anything else I want to take off? Then I'll be happy to do it for you." Yang Jian continued to calmly look at Lin Fei who had been drenched in blood from both of his shoulders.

Lin Fei's body trembled violently hearing Yang Jian's words. His mind was blank as if sucked deep into Yang Jian's illusory trap. The overwhelming fear was evident from the look on Lin Fei's face, even to simply shout himself incapable. Regretting is useless. Yang Jian was now like a life-seeking angel who was about to execute Lin Fei.

Lin Fei's ferocity made Yang Jian cluck lazily. Leisurely Yang Jian raised his right hand and grabbed Lin Fei by the neck. A second later Yang Jian pressed down on Lin Fei's neck again until the sound of a broken bone resounded.

"Krakk."

Yang Jian broke Lin Fei's collarbone to end his life making everyone who saw it hold their breath. Teammate Lin Fei felt such overwhelming fear after realizing that they had been looking for the wrong opponent.

Lin Fei's body sank to the ground when her life was over. Yang Jian simply stared flatly at Lin Fei's corpse. Then Yang Jian turned his gaze forward, there stood several other young cultivators. Yang Jian's gaze made Lin Fei's comrade inching backwards with a trembling body.

Yang Jian started to slowly step down to erode the distance towards the target. Relaxedly Yang Jian broke one by one the hands of the young cultivators until they finally broke their neck bones. The cry of pain became the herding of Yang Jian's killing action.

Ling and his teammates closed their eyes until Yang Jian finished his action. None of the cultivators tried to stop Yang Jian.Even the city elders could only take their eyes off.

Now the gazes of the city elders, the seniors of the White Cloud Sect, along with the other group who were at the mission post were directed towards Ling and his team. In their minds only one, which is how they can know a monster who can kill someone with cruelty.

"I hope you keep your word, Elder Sepuh." Said Yang Jian staring at the city elder. Until Yang Jian's remark made the city elder turn his gaze towards Yang Jian. The city elder nodded quickly approving of Yang Jian's remark.

After seeing how Yang Jian killed other cultivators vilely, the city elder was still sane enough not to cower at the monster. Especially now that Yang Jian had a strong position in the construction of Stone City, certainly without being asked even though the city elders would treat Ling and his comrades very well.

Yang Jian only nodded lightly then passed from that place. Yang Jian's departure made the atmosphere change well. It was as if the cultivators were getting fresh air.

Seeing Yang Jian's departure, Ling hurriedly invited his comrade to chase after Yang Jian.

"Senior."

Yang Jian stopped his steps hearing Ling's call until Ling and his companion arrived in front of Yang Jian.

"We have nothing to give, but we have to say this. Thank you for your help, Senior. We never thought we would get this gift before. Truly, this is the most precious gift of our entire life."

"Senior indeed, our family will definitely be very happy when they hear this news."

One by one Ling and his comrades thanked Yang Jian respectfully. Happiness at once seemed so clear from the look of their faces. Even they had shed happy tears, which made Yang Jian scratch his non-itchy nape. Now Yang Jian understood how important the status of the Inner Disciple was to Ling and his comrades.

Yang Jian only nodded lightly in response to the gratitude given to him.

"Brother Yang Jian."

One gentle call shifted their focus. A young girl in a light blue dress walked slowly towards Yang Jian. The girl walked under the moonlight which made her like a pure goddess.

Ling and his group seemed to gawk at the arrival of the girl until a voice rang out in their shock.