The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 97: V's

The elder Kaibo and ten other elders floated above them. The aura of an intermediate stage legend cultivator radiated from each other's bodies. However the aura of the Kaibo Elder was much stronger and concentrated. Seeing that made the Stone City party knead and start to wonder.

"What is the purpose of your arrival!" The noble Jingmi spoke using her qinya, so that her voice could be heard by everyone.

Known, each great sect only had at most around ten to fifteen cultivators at the legend stage. Because, to create a cultivator at the level of a legend is not an easy matter.

Cultivator legends are like diamonds that must be maintained in such a way, and their movements are also not playful. Unless the mission is a high-level mission or a direct order from the patriarch. Like the mission that Elder Fang, and Elder Tang were doing at this time, then the cultivator of the legend would never intervene.

But what do they see now? Eleven middle-stage legend cultivators? Crazy one! They really wanted to flatten Stone City with the ground. What they want in Stone Town.

"How dare a lowly human like you question my arrival!" The elder Kaibo stared at the nyalang Nobles Jingmi. A second later a flash of red-colored light moved swiftly grabbing the Jingmi Nobles. However, the attack was held back by Elder Fang. "Your opponent is me!"

Elder Kaibo and Elder Fang floated above the air, they exchanged high-level moves. The exchange of styles between them made a loud and thunderous sound like a thunderbolt to each other. This was how fierce the fight between true legend cultivators was.

"Quick! Keep people!" Elder Tang spoke loudly. Everyone moved backwards away from Elder Fang and Elder Kaibo. They don't want to be the target of their targeted moves. Unlike Yang Jian, he seemed to not care about the circumstances around. For him, this massacre was a top priority.

"He's not human! He's not human!" Some people started to shout hysterically and moved backwards, staring at Yang Jian with terrified eyes.

"Yes! I'm not human. I am the god of your life!" Reply Yang Jian while a cruel grin rising on his lips. Not looking sweet, Yang Jian's grin instead added fear to the people who witnessed it.

Yang Jian attacked again, playing his sword with his right hand and left hand he used to control the fireballs along with the high-voltage lightning. Burning and scorching people and slashing their bodies fiercely and mercilessly.

Yep. Yang Jian seemed to be enjoying this killing immensely! I don't know what was the trigger.

"Diamond*n! How dare you boy! Justjust look. I'll make this place your funeral!" A man wearing the special body of the Nine Snake Sect was cowering with a reddened face restraining anger. His jaw hardened and followed with both hands clenched firmly.

"And you will be his manure!" Reply Yang Jian coldly. Nimblely Yang Jian floated out attack after attack. Oarang who had previously challenged Yang Jian ended up with a formless body as a result of the ferocious lightning Yang Jian struck and burned the person's charred.

The fight continued, the time they spent taking the lives of their respective opponents was already countless. Even the entire tree and the wake had been flattened to the ground. Plus the color of the originally tanned soil turns red. Red blood.

Of particular interest are the tattoos that adorn one part of their body as well as the robes that only their group has. Yes, the Rose Organization. Organization with strength and mystery. Undeniably, the arrival of their group caused different reactions.

Some feel anxious, worried, happy, and also amazed. Even Yang Jian himself to the point of turning his gaze to look at the group. Indeed the presence of the Rose Flower Organization could already be felt by Yang Jian as well as other cultivators. It is only natural that a cultivator has strong instincts.

But they never thought that such a powerful organization would come. Except some people of course. Take for example the Jingmi Nobles. Great hope seemed to radiate from the look of his tired eyes.

"What'sthis? Why didn't anyone tell me if the organization was in town?" One of the eleven legendary cultivators of the black stream sect group stared coldly, yet it was undeniable that he felt a little worried.

Who does not know this organization? Even just by saying his name alone is able to make people shiver. The imperial party even paid respect to the organization.

"Damn! There's nothing we can do but fight." Reply to the other elders. It is clear that the arrival of the organization is not to help them but vice versa. "One of us immediately went and reported this to His Majesty. Hurry along!"

Without waiting for long, one of them broke away and sped off at high speed leaving Stone City. Surely some were aware of the elder's movements, but no one tried to stop him. Everyone has their own opponents.

Same with the Rose Organization. As if trained, all the petal-tattooed men of different colors dispersed and began to enter the battlefield. It is not difficult to know which opponent is a friend. Because everyone was wearing the special robes of their sect or group, as if asserting their individual identities.

It was getting dark, the sun had regained its concealment, reluctant to appear any longer. The air was getting cold, but the fight between the two camps in one of the cities was still heating up. Until one of the bearded men loudly exclaimed ordered his group to temporarily retreat.

"Let's retreat!" The Kaibo elder scrambled backwards and was followed by his comrades. No one tried to stop the enemy. Because everyone is exhausted. They better stop the fight for a while and resume tomorrow.

"You're backing down too!" This time it was Elder Tang who spoke, ordering his comrades to withdraw the troops and help the fallen cultivators to be secured immediately. They go hand in hand to save their comrades in arms.

Some people began to shed tears seeing that their brothers and sisters had fallen. Plus the large number of injured cultivators, both severe and minor injuries, were immediately secured for further treatment.

In contrast to the enemy stronghold, their comrades who died were left behind just like that. They only save those who survive. Yeah, that's how cruel black flow is. Tend to only put yourself first.