The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 96: IV

"Durr!"

The powerful shock and the sound of the explosion caused a high shock wave. Even the ground they stood on was slightly shaking. And the target of their attack caused a blackish-green smog to envelop the place where Yang Jian was standing.

Satisfied laughter could be heard from the mouth of the man. "Cihh, weak! I told you, he's been running out of energy. I think I'm just wasting my precious time fighting him."

"Yes, you're right. In vain did I bring out my best moves for such trash."

However their satisfied laughter was only temporary, the smog that enveloped Yang Jian's ground of footing slowly faded away. Featuring the silhouette of a handsome young man in black robes with his silver mane waving beautifully following the wind.

"What's that?" These people stared in disbelief. The person they predicted had been destroyed stood upright in the middle of the dome. The robe is without stains and the condition of the body is still clean. It was as if Yang Jian had not been hit by such an attack before.

"How can you?"

"Where are the two men?" There was an awkwardness, the two ordinary humans who were with Yang Jian were not in place. Research in all directions, but nil. There is no trace of the two men. They seem to be lost in the earth.

The people who had previously laughed in satisfaction turned tense. Staring at Yang Jian with an indecipherable look in his eyes. Some of them even started to slowly retreat. Suddenly the aura around Yang Jian turned gripping.

A powerful and intimidating energy poured out from Yang Jian's body. Make the people feel crowded due to the air supply that is starting to thin. Even some of them were kneeling limp, as if hundreds of kilos of rocks had struck their heads.

"How dare you bother me!" Yang Jian said with great emphasis. His eyes are as sharp as an eagle. Wielding the people before him with a murderous gaze.

"W-what are you trying to do?" one of the people with the Nine Snake Sect robes spoke stammering while pressing down on his chest. A trembling back accompanied by cold sweat began to drip from the forehead of the people.

Yang Jian started to walk slowly, each step of his foot as if to become a death timer machine. The heartbeats of those people were beating even more recklessly as Yang Jian narrowed the distance between them.

As if hypnotized, none of them tried to escape. As if resignedly welcoming the arrival of the angel of life, Yang Jian. One sword Yang Jian clasped became the thick medium of his killing lust.

"Crashhh!"

The sound of incision after incision became a companion to the death of the black flow cultivator. Yang Jian beheaded them one by one calmly. There was no fear in the look in his eyes when killing. There is only emptiness and a high killing appetite. Even one corner of Yang Jian's lips was pulled upwards, forming a cruel grin like a demon.

Until the last man was finished he slaughtered. Feeling that there were no more other targets, Yang Jian sighed furiously. "Less!" He looks frustrated.

Coinciding with that, one group with a much larger number entered the city gate. It was easy for the group to destroy the city's protective seal and break through. They were the same group as the group from the Demonic Claw Sect and the Nine Snake Sect with a number three to five times that of before.

"Do they really want to flatten this city with land?" The City of Stone looked frustrated. Opponents appeared in thousands, destroying all buildings and burning everything around them.

But not everyone felt frustrated, there was one person who looked at the crowd of enemies with sparkling eyes, as if he had just gotten a new toy. The flames ignited Yang Jia's murderous appetite getting higher.

His mind was only how to kill and kill. Yang Shui's whirling cries in Yang Jian's head made himself spiral out of control.

"Thurghhh!" Yang Jian groaned furiously.

"How dare such a despicable man hurt my mother!" Yang Jian's body was surrounded by a dense killing appetite, the look of his sharp eyes and followed by his fluttering robe added to the frightening aura within him.

Looking at the sea of enemies as if looking at the prey he had to slaughter. Even Yang Jian had subconsciously floated above the air. Yang Jian's aura could not be ignored. Now the attention of everyone around him turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked like a life-seeking god who was endangering the death of his people. No one was even able to stare at the sharp blue bead.

A second later, Yang Jian moved swiftly into the sea of enemies. The Holy Sword that had turned red, as red as the embers in the darkness of the night was drawn forward. Challenging the people who started to be on standby welcomed Yang Jian's arrival.

'Tranggg Tranggg! Kinggg!'

The sound of swords clashing against each other. And the sound of sword incisions coming into contact with the human body began to echo. Yang Jian started to crazily attack anyone who was at his sight.

Fresh blood began to drench the ground, and Yang Jian's robe began to be exposed to bloodstains. Not his blood, but the blood of the enemy he fell.

The Stone City Party that had originally lost its spirit began to rise again. It was as if there was a glimmer of hope for them. No, they are not optimistic about winning. However, seeing the foreigners fighting for their land made the embarrassment run out.

"Come on! Don't surrender! Let's defend this land even with our blood!" The cry of the Jingmi Nobles further burned the flames of spirit within them.

"Groan!!!" The fight continues. No matter if their lives would be lost right then and there, most importantly they would defend the homeland at any risk.

Shortly afterwards, from the south appeared a group from within the forest. Their arrival added to the spirit of the Stone City. Yes, they are a neutral white sect group.

"Not too late! Let's finish them off!" Elder Tang and Elder Fang split the group in two. Each of them will attack enemies from the south and west. Even though their side is still outnumbered. But the increase in power certainly gives a little different effect.

"Don't be happy! In their absence they will never change the outcome of this fight. You're gonna die in this place." Suddenly a bearded man came in a hovering position in the air. He is the elder of the Kaibo. The elder from the Devil Claw Sect was leading them.

A belittling laughter came out from the mouth of the Kaibo Elder, and was followed by his followers. The laughter invited a sense of anger from the other side. However their one mistake, none of them recognized Yang Jian. Be fat!