The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 87: Angry Yang Jian

Many times Jiang tried to call his subordinates, but no one replied. Silence mute.

"Do you think the dead can talk?" Yang Jian asked without the slightest bit of turning his deadly gaze away from the people at the table. It was as if they were the victims he could not let go of.

Hearing that, Jiang's fear began to appear. Usually he did not need to call twice until his subordinates appeared. This even he was already unable to count the number of times he had called and how long he had waited. It proves that his subordinates are already...

Jiang swallowed his saliva roughly, all this time he never felt intimidated. It's only ever intimidating. All this time Jiang had always felt above and at the top, yet now he felt how to be a little person before Yang Jian.

That look, that aura. It really made Jiang shiver. How could there be someone who possessed such a strange aura that belonged to Yang Jian? A deadly aura that was more deadly than murderous aura. Even Jiang himself was unable to stare at the blue-eyed bead for more than three seconds.

The sound of Yang Jian's foot clattering became melodic in the silence of the room, every time Yang Jian stepped his foot one step, it meant a countdown to the deaths of the people at the table.

Their hearts increasingly beat irregularly as Yang Jian slashed the distance between them. White threads flooded their bodies, accompanied by trembling backs.

'What kind of feeling is this?'Jiang muttered inwardly.

Without anyone noticing, Yang Jian had raised his Sacred Sword and flowed it with hot qi. Yang Jian's sword looked like embers of fire that were ready to scorch anything.

"Take this as a last salute." Said Yang Jian coldly. The Holy Sword had purposely used itself to kill those heartless humans as a form of respect, and they should already be grateful for that.

'Crashh.' Three heads at once fell rolling down on the white floor. No one was able to see how Yang Jian did it, the most important thing was that three lives had now been lost. They were Jiang's three subordinates. Now only Jiang, Weng, and two of Wenh's men were left trembling in fear.

Not stopping there, Yang Jiang again raised his sword aiming for two necks at once. 'Crashh.' Both of Weng's subordinates exhaled their last breaths in the same way as Jiang's subordinates. Yang Jian slashed the head of the star warior cultivator like cutting a tofu. Now in the room were left Weng, Jiang and Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stopped his action, he looked at Weng and Jiang. The only opponent he had to anticipate was Jiang. There was something that made Yang Jian think that Jiang was not an ordinary person, he had something that Yang Jian had to be wary of.

"After killing our subordinates, then you feel magnanimous and assume that you can do the same with us." Weng's voice seemed to tremble slightly trying to fight his fear. "We don't need to go forward together to teach a snot boy like you." Weng continued while staring at Jiang as if giving a code that he could complete Yang Jian himself.

"Just be the snot boy. I gave you three chances to attack me. Let's just say this is your last gift before death." Said Weng in his haughty style.

"A snob!" Weng's fear had now turned into anger as Yang Jian insulted him blatantly. While Jiang, he sat down like a referee was watching a game.

"Is this how you repay someone's kindness? Br*ngs*k!" Maki Weng got up from his chair. "I gave you a chance but you wasted it? Then don't expect me to pity you again."

"I don't accept your false kindness. After all, such a quick death is nothing compared to what you did!" Yang Jian was still calm. But deep down in his heart. How great a desire to tear Weng apart. Death in three strikes was too easy for a person like Weng. Yang Jian could not pity Weng in the slightest.

Not wanting to wait for Weng, Yang Jian sent a punch that had been coated with qi down towards Weng's chest. 'Buakk.' Yang Jian's fist lodged beautifully in Weng's chest until it thickened about the table.

But before Weng's body completely hit the table, Yang Jian quickly won the collar of Weng's robe and threw his body into the air. The moment Weng's body was in the air, right above Yang Jiang. Yang Jiang's right foot darted quickly into Weng's stomach.

'Krakkk. Arghhh' The sound of a broken bone together with the deafening cry from Weng's mouth. Some of Weng's ribs were broken, Weng's body was thrown far into the roof of the room which reached approximately seven meters in height.

Weng's body that hit the roof to cause a fairly loud impact sound, fresh blood spurted from Weng's mouth. Then Weng's body that started to squeeze dropped down hit the table hard.

Yang Jian's gaze was still as cold as before, there was not the slightest warmth. As for Jiang, he had absolutely no intention of helping Weng. But he also did not try to escape. I don't know what he's planning now. However Yang Jian did not care about it, even if Jiang attacked him secretly, he would still kill Weng and then target Jiang afterwards.

Weng was like a dazed person, before he still saw Yang Jian standing quietly across the table. But no matter what happened, without being able to predict, within seconds he felt pain all over his body. And now he fell hard on the table with a mouthful of blood soaking the cracked table.

Suddenly Yang Jian kicked the table until it split in two, and Weng who was still on the table fell to kiss the floor.

Yang Jian extended his hand into the air, with a single move, the table that had been split in two floated up and darted quickly smashing into the body of Weng who was still trying to stand up. 'Arghhh.' Weng shouted in pain with glaring eyes. How could Yang Jian not give him one second's worth of stuff to breathe.

Weng's breathing began to wail, his body began to be difficult to move and fresh blood was getting more and more wet. "I never thought you could easily defeat. Worth it, Wang is powerless in front of you." Weng said. He was also convinced that Yang Jian had not even expended ten percent of his strength.

"I'll be a little relieved to die at the hands of a strong man like you. But I also feel contempt if I die at the hands of the man who hurt my brother." Weng tried to laugh faintly.

Weng's words did not bother Yang Jian at all, but before Yang Jian started moving on continued his torture of Weng. Something happened outside Yang Jian's estimation.