The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 88: Science of Pervertedness

Jiang looked at Yang Jian and Weng alternately before starting to laugh loudly. "Ha ha ha... You're such an interesting young man." Said Jiang a little horror. Not knowing where he got his courage from, what Yang Jian saw now Jiang was like a different person to the previous one. The sword Yang Jian had previously stretched out hung in the air.

"ah! I really hate this situation, where you just look at Weng and ignore my existence. You're making me hurt, man!" Jiang stood up and looked at Yang Jian lustfully. Jiang's eyeballs seemed to want to be turned upside down without Yang Jian knowing what caused them.

Weng stopped his laughter when he saw that there was a difference from Jiang. A look of confusion emanated from his face. It seemed that Weng also did not know clearly the reason for Jiang's difference.

"Hmmm fresh! I haven't smelled blood this invigorating for a long time." Jiang sniffed his smell into the air trying to find comfort in his sense of smell. As his gaze turned to Weng, a red glint appeared in Jiang's eyes while licking his own lower lip.

"Food!" Finished muttering that one word, as fast as lightning Jiang moved towards Weng who was still lying on the floor. The aura emanating from Jiang's body began to darken and stifle. Even Weng who had been exhausted at first had increasingly difficulty breathing.

Jiang's eyes began to redden as the scent of Weng's blood further pierced Jiang's nose. Slowly a pair of long fangs appeared and reeled in between Jiang's teeth, making Yang Jian startled but quickly re-neutralize the look on his face.

As for Weng, his entire body trembled and broke out in cold sweat. He inched backwards as Jiang walked up to him with a lion-like gaze staring at the prey.

Then, Jiang prepared to stick his sharp fangs to tear off Weng's skin and intend to suck his blood. However, when the distance between Weng's neck and Jiang's fangs stayed one centi meter away, Yang Jian's lightning speed blew Jiang's body into the chairs in the room.

However, Jiang did not give up. He got back up and darted quickly towards Weng as if he did not want to lose his prey. But his efforts had always failed, Yang Jian gathered his qi in his palm and threw down Jiang's body and repeatedly hit the wall.

It certainly made Yang Jian feel confused, Jiang seemed to not feel the slightest pain even though his body repeatedly hit a rough object. Not even hesitant to even Yang Jian floated his tread because Jiang was unwilling to stop the action.

"Arghhh! Naive boy! What are you doing?" Furious Jiang shouted furiously. He really felt annoyed when Yang Jiang who always kept his distance with his prey.

"Isn't the purpose of your coming to this place to kill him? Then what are you doing now br*ngs*k? You want to be a hero to him? Cih, What a disgusting thing!" Jiang whose eyes flashed red spat on the floor. Anger still controlled him, making him want to tear Yang Jian apart.

Jiang's killing intent grew larger, his sharp fangs growing longer along with his mounting anger. Then grew long black claws. Jiang's physical changes made Yang Jian start to be wary.

Yang Jian had read a book about a cultivator who carried out his practice with the science of cults. Cultivators are thus characterized by physical changes such as, the growth of fangs, sharp nails, blood red eyes and a terrible aura that makes the opponent claustrophobic.

From the beginning Yang Jian felt strange as Jiang considered Weng as his food, and Yang Jain's guess grew stronger upon seeing the changes of Jiang's physique. But what made Yang Jian frown was, Jiang who was easily provoked just by smelling and seeing blood.

'Really sloppy.' Yang Jian muttered inwardly. How can chicks be left to roam around in a weasel cage? Thought Yang Jian was inexhaustible.

"Thank you this is shit*n!" The Jiang who had been possessed by anger spread out both hands, then his black claws began to extend and get longer, and as fast as lightning shot towards Yang Jiang's body.

"Letting you live will only lead to more misguidance." Yang Jian did not stay still, the sword he had previously wanted to lay down for Weng had now turned its course towards Jiang. Yang Jian's blue bead was getting sharper piercing Jiang.

The sword that had been covered in embers of fire shot out smashed into Jiang's long nails. As splitting tofu, Jiang's long nails were cut off in just one slash. However, the clipped nail grows back in just seconds.

"You think it could be that easy? It's hard for you to cut it." Jiang laughed loudly, as the wind gushed past him quickly making Jiang's heart stop beating. ' No no no' both of Jiang's arms separated from his shoulders and fell to the floor. " A what happened?" The overwhelming shock Jiang felt, he only laughed for two seconds and at that moment he had lost both hands.

"Difficult doesn't mean you can't." Yang Jian stood quietly a few meters away from Jiang while tightly holding his sword.

Blood dripped from the end of Jiang's arm that had been cut off, Jiang tried to stop his bleeding using qi but instead of healing, Yang Jain's slash marks began to blacken and charred like burning.

"Diamond*n! How dare you! For the sake of saving her you even cut off both of my arms. Less aj*r!" Jiang's eyes grew redder, his veins began to protrude.

"What do you know about me?" Yang Jian looked at Jiang, his free left hand pointing at Jiang. And with one move came the fireballs that attacked Jiang incessantly. Every now and then Yang Jiang's fireball hit hard on Jiang's body and burned him.

However, fireballs that shot against the walls of the room to cause a powerful enough explosion, until at a glance the building shook. Weng who was still lying almost got hit by Yang Jian's fireball.

Weng laboriously swallowed his saliva, remembering how the fireball that led to him and hit the wall behind Weng with a distance of one inch with the position of his head.

"Then you want to say what br*ngs*ek is. You're obviously protecting your own enemy." Said Jiang on the sidelines of their fight. Hearing Jiang's words made Weng raise his head and stare at Yang Jian. 'Looks like he still has his bright side.' Weng muttered inwardly moved as Yang Jian protected him.

"I never protected her in the first place. I just don't like it when someone else bothers my prey." Yang Jian's murderous aura grew increasingly dense, leaving the entire room shrouded in a murderous aura.

"Of course I'll kill him after I kill you!" Yang Jian continued coldly.