Chapter 126
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Hearing the young man's words, Jianchen's already bad mood became even worse. Irritation rose from the bottom of his heart. In an instant, Jianchen's originally unfocused and lifeless eyes became fierce. He stared fiercely at the young man like an unsheathed sword and said in a low voice, "Scram. What qualifications do you have to make me lead the way for you?" Jianchen's tone carried a thick killing intent.
As soon as Jianchen's voice fell, the expressions of the six middle-aged men around the young man changed slightly. Their fierce gazes immediately stared over in unison.
Being stared at by Jianchen's sword-like gaze, the young man's heart couldn't help but tremble. A sense of timidity quietly appeared in his heart, and he even took a slight step back. However, soon after, the young man discovered his loss of self-control. A wave of anger rose from his heart, and he quickly extinguished the trace of timidity in his heart. To think that with his noble status, he was actually frightened by a mercenary who was about the same age as him. This was definitely an unerasable disgrace for him.
The young man stared at Jianchen with a face full of anger. He suddenly took a step forward and pointed at Jianchen. He shouted sternly, "Stinking brat, what did you say to this young master? Try saying it again if you have the guts."
Jianchen's fierce gaze swept over the six middle-aged men around the young man. He could clearly see their strength at a glance. With his powerful spirit, he only needed to sense the aura leaking out of the six people to determine their exact strength. One high rank Saint Master, two low rank Saint Masters, and three high rank Great Saints. This kind of strength was much stronger than the Raging Flame Mercenary Group.
"Scram!" Jianchen said coldly again without any trace of politeness. Although he had already deduced from the young man's lineup and tone that he was definitely a disciple of some large family, Jianchen was already all alone at this moment. He had no worries and didn't fear any power at all. At most, it would just be a bit more trouble.
Although it wasn't very comfortable to be in trouble, it was impossible for Jianchen to humble himself and apologize to a good-for-nothing disciple because of this.
The young man's face became very gloomy. He stared coldly at Jianchen and ordered the six people around him, "Capture him for me."
"Yes, young master." One of them immediately spoke. Then, he walked out of the group and strode forward to Jianchen. He grabbed Jianchen's shoulder with his bare hands. This middle-aged man possessed the strength of a high rank Great Saint. This was the result of more than thirty years of cultivation. In his opinion, Jianchen was so young, so he definitely wouldn't be too powerful. Those who could reach the strength of a high rank Saint were first-rate geniuses. With his strength as a high rank Great Saint, capturing Jianchen would be a piece of cake.
A cold glint flashed through Jianchen's eyes. He leaned slightly to the side and effortlessly avoided the middle-aged man's hand. He said coldly, "You don't have the qualifications to fight with me." Jianchen's tone was full of disdain. If it was any other time, Jianchen definitely wouldn't say something like this. However, the experience of the Flame Mercenaries had greatly affected his state of mind. He no longer had his usual elegance. The young man's arrogant attitude caused Jianchen's already bad mood to become even more irritable. He even had the urge to kill someone from the depths of his heart.
The middle-aged man's face immediately became unsightly when he heard Jianchen's humiliating words. He was a high rank Great Saint, but not only was he unable to defeat a brat in his early twenties, he had even been mercilessly humiliated. This made him lose a lot of face, especially when there were a few companions standing guard behind him. One of them was a good-for-nothing disciple who could affect his future. If he didn't properly teach this brat a lesson today, he probably wouldn't be able to raise his head in front of his companions in the future.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man decided not to hold back. A long sword appeared in his hand as he continuously poured his Saint Qi into it, causing it to emit a layer of dreamy light.
"Arrogant brat, I'll let you see if I have the qualifications to fight with you!" The middle-aged man shouted as he swung his sword towards Jianchen's shoulder.
Jianchen coldly snorted as the Light Wind Sword appeared in his right hand. It turned into a silver-white ray of light as it pierced out like lightning.
"Pfff!"
Just as the middle-aged man's sword was about to strike out, Jianchen's Light Wind Sword had already pierced his throat.
The middle-aged man's entire body suddenly stiffened as he stared at Jianchen and the small sword that had pierced his throat. His eyes were filled with disbelief. Then, the middle-aged man's eyes gradually lost their luster.
His eyes quickly became hollow as his body slumped to the ground, dying with a grievance.
Seeing that the middle-aged man had been killed by Jianchen in a single strike, the other five guards who had been guarding the middle-aged man were stunned. Their faces immediately changed as they unsheathed their Saint Weapons and stared at Jianchen as if they were facing a great enemy.
The young man couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the corpse of the middle-aged man lying on the ground. Pointing at Jianchen, he tried to put on a brave front, "You … You … You dare to kill my guards … Do you know who I am? You … You … You brat, are you tired of living?" Although the young man's age was about the same as Jianchen's, he had clearly grown up in a sheltered environment and hadn't experienced much. Now that he had seen such a bloody scene, he couldn't help but reveal his cowardice.
Although he had used his family's influence to bully a lot of people, those people were all cowards and didn't dare to offend him. This had allowed him to live a smooth life without putting anyone in his eyes. He had never seen someone as cold-blooded and heartless as Jianchen, killing people so straightforwardly as if it was a common occurrence. The young man who had never seen such a scene was immediately frightened by Jianchen's ruthless methods.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a resolute expression stepped forward and clasped his hands towards Jian Chen. He calmly said, "Little brother, we are from the Tianxiong clan, and this is the young master of the Tianxiong clan. What happened before was indeed our fault, and I apologize to you. Let's let this matter pass." The middle-aged man's tone was neither servile nor overbearing.
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