Chapter 94: Complete Annihilation

Avoiding the giant sword swung by the middle-aged man from behind, Jian Chen's body flashed and appeared in front of the mercenaries with the power of Great Saint. In his hand, the Lightwind Sword stabbed out continuously at lightning speed. At the same time, the mercenaries raised their holy weapons and slashed at Jian Chen.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sound of weapons clashing echoed. In a short moment, Jian Chen had already stabbed out over ten times at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye. He deflected all the holy weapons aimed at him, causing them to deviate from their attack angles. Without any hesitation, the Lightwind Sword in his hand emitted a hazy sword glow. Taking advantage of the mercenaries' struggle to control their holy weapons, the Lightwind Sword transformed into several silver-white lightning bolts and stabbed out again.

"Pu!" "Pu!" "Pu!"

In a brief instant, Jian Chen's Lightwind Sword stabbed out three times, each accurately hitting a mercenary's throat. The three mercenaries immediately stiffened, and blood gushed from their throats, quickly staining their necks red. Their bodies slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound accompanied by a fierce aura came from the side. Sensing this sudden fierce aura, Jian Chen immediately spun his body and moved two meters to the side. However, before he could stabilize himself, another fierce gust of wind came towards his face, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

Jian Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately held the Lightwind Sword horizontally in front of him.

"Clang!"

The giant sword struck the Lightwind Sword held horizontally in front of Jian Chen. The terrifying force from the giant sword sent Jian Chen flying backward several meters.

"Whoosh!"

As Jian Chen's body flew backward, a silver-white spear about ten feet long immediately followed, piercing towards his heart with a piercing whistling sound.

Sensing the powerful holy energy contained in the silver-white spear, Jian Chen's expression became more serious. The second mercenary with the power of a Holy Master had finally made his move.

Jian Chen exerted force with his feet, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, and forcibly stopped his retreating body. Then, his right arm suddenly trembled, and the Lightwind Sword, which was as thick as two fingers, fearlessly met the silver-white spear.

"Clang!"

The tip of the Lightwind Sword and the tip of the spear collided in mid-air. Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and a sharp sword aura shot out from the Lightwind Sword, directly following the silver-white spear towards the young man, who was about thirty years old.

Sensing Jian Chen's intent, the young man's face showed a sneer of disdain. Then, the vast holy energy that only a Holy Master possessed gushed out of his body like a flood, flowing along the spear towards the Lightwind Sword. The sharp sword aura that Jian Chen had sent into the spear was immediately blocked and quickly weakened under the vast holy energy, which surged like wild horses.

The fierce light in Jian Chen's eyes flickered and disappeared. He seemed to be competing with the young man. A more powerful and sharp sword aura surged out from the Lightwind Sword, fearlessly colliding with the vast holy energy of the young man.

"Boom!"

When the unique sword aura of Jian Chen and the holy energy of the young man collided, a low, booming sound erupted. A violent energy wave spread out from the point where their holy weapons met, affecting the surroundings.

Both Jian Chen and the young man were pushed back by the powerful counterforce. The young man left deep footprints in the ground with each step backward, while Jian Chen's body appeared incredibly agile. His feet touched the ground, and his body swayed to the left and right, quickly dissipating the backward force.

However, just as Jian Chen stabilized himself, a fierce aura came from behind, reaching his body in the blink of an eye.

Jian Chen's expression changed slightly. The previous battle with the young man with the spear had drained him considerably. At this moment, he was already weak and could not gather enough holy energy to resist the powerful attack from the Holy Master behind him. In a panic, he rolled on the ground to dodge. Even so, a deep, bone-visible wound was cut into his back by the giant sword.

"Roar!" The middle-aged man with the giant sword, not letting up, raised his sword again and slashed at Jian Chen.

Feeling the burning pain from his back, Jian Chen gritted his teeth. His left hand slapped the ground, and his body immediately spun up from the ground. Then, he slightly tilted his body, narrowly avoiding the giant sword aimed at him. The Lightwind Sword in his hand transformed into a lightning bolt, stabbing at the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed.

The middle-aged man was greatly alarmed. His holy weapon had just struck, and he could not retract it in time. In a panic, he slightly tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the sword aimed at his throat. Although he avoided the fatal blow, a shallow blood mark was still cut into his neck by the Lightwind Sword.

A cold smile appeared on Jian Chen's face. He then turned his wrist, and the Lightwind Sword continued to pursue the middle-aged man. Finally, when the middle-aged man had not yet reacted, the Lightwind Sword cut horizontally across his neck.

As a silver-white light flashed from the middle-aged man's neck, his body stiffened, and blood gushed out from his neck.

"You... you..." The middle-aged man stared at Jian Chen with wide eyes, unable to believe what had happened. He raised his hand, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Jian Chen, seemingly trying to say something. However, the wound on his neck prevented him from speaking, and he fell straight to the ground.

Seeing the fallen middle-aged man, the remaining mercenaries' faces changed dramatically. Some of them even looked at Jian Chen with fear.

After killing the middle-aged man, Jian Chen did not give the mercenaries a chance to catch their breath. Holding the Lightwind Sword, he attacked the remaining mercenaries again.

The only remaining Holy Master, the young man, immediately blocked Jian Chen, his silver-white spear creating multiple illusions as he attacked Jian Chen.

The other mercenaries, who only had the power of Great Saints, were too frightened to advance after seeing the middle-aged Holy Master die at Jian Chen's hands. They had already decided to retreat. If not for the remaining Holy Master, they would have fled long ago.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

The dense sound of weapons clashing echoed in the quiet forest. Jian Chen and the young man exchanged over ten rounds of lightning-fast attacks in a short moment. Without any external interference, Jian Chen, relying on the sharpness of his sword aura and his speed, which far exceeded that of the young man, quickly gained the upper hand. In the blink of an eye, the young man was reduced to only defending.

Jian Chen's sword was too fast, so fast that the young man did not dare to attack, only passively defend. Otherwise, by the time his attack reached halfway, Jian Chen's Lightwind Sword would already have pierced him.

Moreover, in close combat, the young man's ten-foot-long spear could not fully exert its power, making him feel constrained.

After reaching the Great Saint stage, Jian Chen's combat power had increased several times. Now, with his advantages, he could directly confront a Holy Master who was one level stronger than him.

After exchanging over ten rounds of lightning-fast attacks, Jian Chen and the young man with the spear separated again. However, the young man now looked much more disheveled. His clothes were completely torn, and he had several deep, bone-visible wounds. A shallow sword mark on his neck had just cut through the skin.

In contrast, Jian Chen, except for a bloody wound on his back, did not look much different, though his face was slightly pale.

Staring at Jian Chen with a grave expression, the young man shouted, "The enemy is too strong. I will hold him off; everyone, quickly escape."

After the previous battle, the young man knew how ruthless Jian Chen was. He realized that he might not be able to leave this place today, so he made the worst decision.

He was clear-minded, understanding that since they knew about the Golden Silk Silver Thread Snake, Jian Chen would certainly eliminate them all to keep the secret, not allowing anyone to leave and spread the news. If he were in Jian Chen's position, he would do the same.

This was the survival rule on the Tianyuan Continent: everything was decided by strength. The one with the greater power would be the last to laugh.

Hearing the young man's words, the remaining mercenaries were greatly alarmed and immediately fled in all directions.

Seeing the mercenaries scattering, Jian Chen's face darkened, and he immediately attacked the young man again with his sword.

"Ah!" The young man shouted, fearlessly facing Jian Chen. Knowing that he could hardly escape today, he decided to buy time for the fleeing mercenaries. If the news of the Golden Silk Silver Thread Snake was leaked, someone would surely seek revenge for him.

"Clang!"

The Lightwind Sword and the ten-foot-long spear collided in mid-air, shooting out dazzling sparks. The young man instinctively flicked the spear, sending Jian Chen's Lightwind Sword flying high into the air.

Seeing this, the young man was momentarily stunned but then showed a look of joy, immediately controlling the spear to thrust towards Jian Chen's throat.

A disdainful smile appeared on Jian Chen's lips. Powerful holy energy instantly filled his palms, and he transformed his hands into a blur, tightly gripping the spear's shaft.

At the same time, the Lightwind Sword, which was still rising into the sky, suddenly paused. A more intense and sharp sword aura appeared around the sword, enveloping it. A silver-white light flashed, and the Lightwind Sword, moving at an extremely fast speed, pierced through the young man's throat with a piercing whistling sound, finally disappearing into the forest behind him.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

At the same time, several cries of pain echoed from the surrounding forest.

Using his mind to control the sword, Jian Chen's life-saving technique, he would not easily use it unless it was the last moment.