The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 90: Perverted Flow Headquarters

The room is quite spacious and in the middle of the room there is a statue resembling a small dragon with his head looking up to the sky. Several candles were lit and a sprinkling of flowers surrounded the statue. It was pitch-black in color and glowing red eyes as if the statue was a living creature.

In the room it appeared that hundreds of black-clad humans were kneeling on the floor muttering something. Right in front of the statue, a gallant man stood while holding one large torch.

"Listen, O people of His Majesty the King. Give your sacrifice, show your oath of allegiance and ask for a blessing from His Majesty." A heavy and slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room. From his voice, it appeared that the one who had previously spoken was a middle-aged man.

"Long live His Majesty the King! Long live His Majesty the King!" The following is followed again by his followers who are still loyal to his kneeling position.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, there appeared a small iron bars. However, what attracts attention is that the content of the bars is a pile of unconscious humans.

Without one realizing, that the number of their members increased by one person and followed the worship. He was Yang Jian. He chose a safe way to find out more about the condition of the cult group.

After seeing the situation for yourself, it felt really ironic. Where there are many innocent lives sacrificed just for selfishness alone. Seeing it certainly infuriated Yang Jian, but as much as possible he regained control of himself so as not to cause suspicion and meaningless problems.

With slow and careful steps, Yang Jian began to launch his action. Killing one by one the people within his reach in silence. Stabbing a high level poison needle and covered with lubricating powder right in the opponent's vital areas. Thus making it easier for Yang Jian to launch his action.

Meanwhile, the hooded people were still focused on following the worship until they did not realize that their colleagues began to fall one by one, until Yang Jian accidentally made a mistake that made him the center of attention.

"Akh." The shriek of one of the hooded humans stared at Yang Jian with an indecipherable look and looked back at his companion lying lifeless on the floor. It suddenly made himself scream in disbelief to invite the attention of other hooded people.

"Damn!" Yang Jian let down slowly, but as much as possible he regained control of himself and regained his composure.

"So bad a sinner like you ruined His Majesty the King's sacred ceremony and even took the lives of his loyal followers!" The leader of the ceremony was furious. Reigning his subordinates to attack Yang Jian came into rame.

Cowardly actions indeed, but the leader of the ceremony did not want to take the risk. Seeing that Yang Jian was able to find out their hiding place that even the government and sects in Stone City had trouble finding, plus Yang Jian was able to kill some of his followers without making a sound. Clearly, Yang Jian's abilities could not be underestimated.

Was caught red-handed. Yang Jian started to attack blatantly. With his flagship sword, Yang Jian began to move quickly like an afternoon gust of wind hitting the hooded humans. Every gust of wind that moved through them, at that very moment one life was lost without being able to give any resistance at all.

Meanwhile, the ceremonial leader was still observing Yang Jian fighting with his subordinates while measuring his strength. His hands were clenched seeing that Yang Jian could easily lung at the enemy without any difficulty.

Yang Jian quickly jumped into the air avoiding the surprise attack from the ceremonial leader, so the ceremonial leader's long fingernails hit his subordinates and tore his body apart ferociously. Fresh greenish-red blood soaked the entire body of the hummed man who was exposed to the deadly claw of the ceremonial leader.

The dreamer of the ceremony glared at his mistargeted attack. He quickly pulled his fingernails back. But it was too late, before the nails returned, Yang Jian threw a fireball big enough to scorch some of the long black nails.

However, a few seconds later, the charred nails grew back making Yang Jian snort. It is troublesome, Yang Jian thought.

"It's not that easy! Sinners like you will not be able to defeat the loyal followers of His Majesty the King." The leader of the ceremony smiled smugly at the look of confusion on Yang Jian's face, he thought that Yang Jian would not have expected that the follower of His Majesty the King would have his holy power.

However wrong, what was confusing to Yang Jian was, why did the hooded people before him always mention 'His Majesty the King'? Who exactly is that guy? Was he the person behind the group?.

But that question he swallowed himself. Without wasting any time, Yang Jian started throwing various deadly poisons at random. Kill anyone who gets the poison. Those who have weak foundations certainly managed to be paralyzed and die.

However, many of them are not affected. Currently Yang Jian was facing the ceremonial leader with his subordinates surrounded. The sharp nails of the hooded humans attacked Yang Jian simultaneously mercilessly.

Nimbly Yang Jian leaped into the air and floated above the air making the group of perverted streams flabbergasted in disbelief. "It's like you can't be underestimated." The ceremonial leader stared at Yang Jian who was floating in the air quietly.

Still with a position above the air, Yang Jian's lightning fast launched his high-strength fireballs downwards. Striking the sharp hooves of humankind that were still trying to attack Yang Jian.

The leader of the ceremony did not want to lose, he jumped into the air and floated like Yang Jian. Yang Jian could see if the practices of the man before him were at the beginning of a grandmaster cultivator. The difference was quite significant compared to Yang Jian who was still at the peak of the master cultivator. Plus his subordinates were about fifty people who were at the level between the beginning to the peak of the master.

"Seeing from the ability to lighten your body. Looks like your practice is pretty high." Praise the ceremonial leader still with his calm demeanor. The ability of a person to float in the air depends on the ability to lighten the body. Usually, cultivators who were able to float in the air stably were at the cultivator grandmaster.

"Are you training a special science to hide your level of practice?" The leader asked confusedly as he was unable to read Yang Jian's level of practice. Yang Jian's face was still partially covered in a black hood. Only part of his face is visible.

"Initially I wanted to kill you for ruining the sacred ceremony of His Majesty the King. In exchange, you will have to give up your oath of allegiance and serve your whole life to His Majesty."