Chapter 93: Killing to Seal the Mouth

Facing Jian Chen’s lightning-fast speed, only a few of the mercenaries reacted, their holy weapons appearing in their hands, and they immediately slashed at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen did not tangle with them. His body slightly swayed, dodging their attacks, and swiftly passed by them. The Light Wind Sword in his hand flashed a silver light, swiftly slicing across the necks of two of them.

When the silver light disappeared, the two bodies instantly stiffened. As the light in their eyes rapidly faded, their eyes gradually became dull. A thin bloodline appeared on their throats, and in the next moment, fresh blood gushed out from the wounds, and the two bodies slowly fell to the ground.

Without slowing down, Jian Chen passed through the two bodies and, in the blink of an eye, rushed to the back of the group of mercenaries. The weaker mercenaries became Jian Chen’s primary targets. Although there were about twenty of them, their strength was not great, generally at the Saint and Great Saint stages. Only the leading middle-aged man and another person had the strength of a Holy Master.

Jian Chen’s footsteps were mysterious, his body like a ghost, quickly flashing behind the mercenaries. As the silver-white light continuously flickered, more and more mercenaries fell under the Light Wind Sword. These mercenaries, all at the Saint stage, were completely powerless against Jian Chen. Faced with such an extremely fast attack, their brains simply could not react in time, let alone defend.

In less than a breath, the mercenaries with only Saint-level strength were all killed by Jian Chen’s sword. The remaining people, all at the Great Saint stage, had the initial ability to resist.

After killing the weakest Saints, Jian Chen did not pause. The Light Wind Sword in his hand transformed into a silver-white lightning bolt, swiftly stabbing towards a Great Saint-level mercenary.

Faced with this extremely fast attack, the mercenary’s face turned pale. It was too late to dodge. In a panic, he only had time to block with the axe in his hand.

However, the Light Wind Sword in Jian Chen’s hand was like a sensitive venomous snake. As the sword changed direction, the Light Wind Sword, which was originally aimed at the mercenary’s throat, suddenly sank, stabbing towards his heart.

“Puff!” This time, the Great Saint-level mercenary had no time to react. The silver-white Light Wind Sword swiftly and deeply pierced his left chest, piercing through his heart.

As soon as the Light Wind Sword pierced the mercenary’s heart, Jian Chen immediately pulled it out and continued his fierce attack on the others.

Seeing several of their comrades die in such a short time, the remaining mercenaries were all filled with shock and anger.

“Bastard, go to hell!”

“Give me back my brother’s life!”

The remaining Great Saint-level mercenaries all shouted, raising their holy weapons and attacking Jian Chen from different directions, blocking all his escape routes.

A faint, barely noticeable cold smile appeared at the corner of Jian Chen’s mouth. The Light Wind Sword emitted a hazy sword glow, and with lightning speed, it stabbed directly at the incoming holy weapons.

“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!” ...

In a short instant, Jian Chen swiftly stabbed several times, each stab accurately hitting a holy weapon aimed at him. When the Light Wind Sword collided with the holy weapons of the mercenaries, the metallic clashing sounds merged into one, making it hard to distinguish the subtle differences.

At the moment the Light Wind Sword collided with the holy weapons, a powerful force transmitted through the Light Wind Sword into the mercenaries’ holy weapons.

Feeling the powerful force transmitted through their holy weapons, the faces of the Great Saint-level mercenaries all changed, and their bodies staggered backward. None of them expected that the Light Wind Sword, only two fingers wide, could contain such a force disproportionate to its size.

A fierce light flashed in Jian Chen’s eyes, and a strong killing intent flickered. Taking advantage of the moment when the mercenaries had not yet regained control of their bodies, his body, like a ghost, silently appeared in front of a mercenary. The Light Wind Sword, enveloped in a hazy sword aura, stabbed at the mercenary’s neck with lightning speed.

Faced with this extremely fast attack, the mercenary, who had not yet stabilized his body, had no time to defend. In his eyes filled with terror, the Light Wind Sword had already deeply pierced his throat, piercing through it, and the blood-soaked tip of the sword emerged from the other side of his throat.

At this moment, a large sword, carrying a fierce wind, attacked from behind Jian Chen. A sharp light flashed in Jian Chen’s eyes, and with a slight movement of his arm, he pulled out the Light Wind Sword from the mercenary’s throat. He then suddenly turned, and the Light Wind Sword, enveloped in a hazy sword glow, transformed into a silver-white lightning bolt, swiftly stabbing behind him.

“Clang!”

The two-finger-wide Light Wind Sword collided with a three-inch-wide large sword in mid-air. Despite the significant size difference, the two holy weapons were evenly matched.

However, no one noticed that when the Light Wind Sword collided with the large sword, Jian Chen’s right arm, holding the Light Wind Sword, trembled slightly.

His gaze shifted slightly, and Jian Chen’s eyes coldly focused on the owner of the large sword. It was the middle-aged man who had been leading the mercenaries. However, the middle-aged man’s face was now extremely grim, and his eyes were filled with intense killing intent.

“Huh!” The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with intense killing intent, and he let out a loud shout. His left hand formed a fist, carrying a fierce wind, and struck towards Jian Chen’s face.

A cold light flashed in Jian Chen’s eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Facing the middle-aged man’s powerful punch, he did not dodge. His left hand formed a palm, and he fearlessly met the punch.

“Bang!”

The palm and fist collided, and the powerful force contained within exploded, producing a dull sound. At the point of collision, a strong force erupted, spreading in all directions. Under this invisible force, the surrounding grass and trees began to sway, and the grass closer to them was pressed down, lying flat on the ground.

Jian Chen and the middle-aged man were both pushed back by the strong counterforce from the collision, eventually standing ten meters apart, facing each other.

The middle-aged man’s face was grim, and his eyes, filled with intense killing intent, stared at Jian Chen ten meters away. He said in a deep voice, “Kid, you’re really fast, and your moves are really ruthless.”

At this moment, the other surviving Great Saint-level mercenaries gathered behind the middle-aged man, all looking at Jian Chen with shock and anger.

Jian Chen coldly stared at the group of mercenaries opposite him, saying nothing. Now that the Golden Silk Silver Line Snake had been discovered, Jian Chen had no choice but to kill to seal the mouth. With his past experiences, Jian Chen was not a naive newcomer. He was very clear that if the news of the Golden Silk Silver Line Snake spread, it would bring him endless trouble. The Golden Silk Silver Line Snake was too precious, so valuable that major forces and powerful families on the Tianyuan Continent would go to great lengths to obtain it. If he were to be pursued by them, it would be far worse than facing the Hua Yun Sect’s hunt. Jian Chen did not want to see such a situation, so he had to kill everyone present to completely prevent the information about the Golden Silk Silver Line Snake from spreading.

There were now eleven mercenaries left on the opposite side. Apart from the leading middle-aged man, who had the strength of a Holy Master, there was another young man, about thirty years old, hiding in the crowd, who also had the strength of a Holy Master. Currently, only these two could pose a threat to Jian Chen.

Seeing that Jian Chen did not speak, the middle-aged man did not bother to say more. He loudly ordered, “Brothers, let’s all attack together. Killing him will not only avenge our fallen brothers but also make the Golden Silk Silver Line Snake ours. Once we have the Golden Silk Silver Line Snake, we will no longer have to risk our lives hunting monsters in the Beast Mountain Range for a little money.”

Saying this, the middle-aged man led the charge towards Jian Chen, and the Great Saint-level mercenaries behind him followed closely.

Jian Chen remained silent, but his fighting spirit rose unconsciously. He then raised the Light Wind Sword and, with a mysterious step, swiftly charged towards the group of mercenaries.

“Huh!” Seeing Jian Chen charging, the middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with intense killing intent. He raised his large sword and, with the force of a mountain-splitting strike, slashed down at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen’s face showed a faint smile, and he did not engage the middle-aged man. His steps slightly changed, and he dodged the large sword, charging towards the group of weaker mercenaries behind the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, who had been tricked once before, was clearly more cautious this time. As his large sword cut through the air, the angle of the attack suddenly changed, and he forcefully altered its trajectory, continuing to sweep towards Jian Chen as he passed by.

The large sword was also fast, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Jian Chen’s back. Accompanied by a fierce wind, it cut through Jian Chen’s waist without any resistance.

However, the middle-aged man’s face did not show any joy. He stared at the gradually dissipating figure of Jian Chen, and softly exclaimed, “Afterimage!”