An injury to the right shoulder would directly affect one's ability to wield a weapon and display their strength. The injuries of those who had been pierced by Jianchen's Light Wind Sword were far more severe than they had imagined. The Light Wind Sword's sharp Sword Qi had already damaged their right shoulder, causing them to lose the ability to fight.
The injured people could only helplessly retreat as Jianchen and the other ten people continued to fight.
The sounds of weapons clashing constantly rang out on the battlefield. The powerful shockwaves of Saint Force swept out in all directions with everyone at the center, pressing some of the weeds to the ground. Dust flew into the air, obscuring the figures of the people fighting, making it difficult to see them clearly.
"Ah …"
"Ah …"
From time to time, there would be a few screams mixed with pain. Soon after, there would be people who would be sent flying or covered in blood as they retreated from the battlefield. Of the ten people fighting in the battlefield, there were constantly people who were injured. Not long after, the original ten people had shrunk down to only a few people.
The intense movements made Jianchen's figure look somewhat miserable, but his body was not injured in the slightest. After blocking a Saint Weapon, Jianchen's Light Wind Sword once again turned into a silver light and pierced through the opponent's right shoulder before they could react.
"I don't want to kill the innocent. I'll give you one last chance. If you continue to be stubborn, then don't blame me for killing you." Jian Chen did not stop at all. He called out as killing intent flickered in his eyes. Clearly, he was ready to kill. Previously, he had already been merciful to these people. If they continued to be stubborn, then he would have no choice but to kill them.
In the Tian Yuan Continent, this kind of thing was very common, so Jianchen did not feel that he had done anything wrong. After all, this was a world where strength was respected. The strong could cover the sky with one hand and do whatever they wanted, but the weak never had the right to speak.
Now that so many mercenaries and various powers had entered the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts, almost all of them had the goal of capturing Jianchen and handing him over to the Tianxiong clan for a reward. Even the ten or so people on the other side were no exception. If not for the fact that Jianchen's strength was greater than theirs, perhaps the situation would have been completely different.
When he heard these words, a struggling expression appeared on the face of the middle-aged man called Mu Jian. His gaze swept across the few injured men who had lost their ability to fight. Finally, he clenched his teeth and shouted, "Stop!"
Mu Jian's prestige in the hearts of these people was not weak. As soon as he spoke, those who were still fighting with Jianchen immediately retreated. Each and every one of them looked at Jianchen with fear lingering in their hearts. But most of their gazes were focused on the Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand. With regards to the lightning-fast speed of the Light Wind Sword, they had personally experienced it. Each and every one of them was terrified. In the battle just now, they had almost been injured by the Light Wind Sword several times. Fortunately, they had been saved in the nick of time.
Mu Jian looked at Jianchen with a complicated expression. His gaze paused on the blood stained Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand. With a dispirited expression, he weakly said, "Everyone, take out all of your Demon Cores. Sir Jianchen has already shown us mercy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have just been injured."
This time, no one was unconvinced. The ten or so people all had dispirited expressions on their faces as they silently took out all of their Demon Cores from their Space Belts and piled them on the ground.
After the battle just now, all of them understood that even if they all attacked together, they still wouldn't be a match for the young man in front of them. The speed of the Light Wind Sword was so fast that even if they used all of their strength to block, they would only be able to last a few rounds.
These ten or so Saint Masters all had quite a few Demon Cores on them. Although there weren't many Demon Cores of the third level, there were quite a few Demon Cores of the first and second level.
"Jianchen, this is all of our Demon Cores. Can we leave now?" Mu Jian's expression was not very good as he spoke in a low voice.
Jianchen's gaze swept across the small pile of Demon Cores on the ground. His face couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile as he said, "If you had taken them out earlier, then wouldn't all of this have been fine? Alright, I, Jianchen, do not dare call myself a gentleman, but I am someone who keeps my promises. You all can leave now."
Mu Jian and the others' gazes paused on the small pile of Demon Cores on the ground for a while. Their eyes revealed a trace of reluctance as they helplessly let out a sigh and left with a sense of loss. Although there weren't many Demon Cores, they were still a few dozen years worth of Demon Cores.
"Remember, I don't want to see you try to deal with me again. Otherwise, I won't give you any face. It's best if you all leave the Devil Beast Mountain Range."
Before the ten or so people had even taken a few steps, Jianchen's calm voice sounded out from behind them.
Hearing these words, Mu Jian and the others' bodies paused for a moment, but no one said anything. Very quickly, they disappeared into the dense forest.
Jianchen put away the Light Wind Sword and slowly walked towards the pile of Demon Cores. He bent down and collected all of them into his spatial belt. There were about two hundred Demon Cores in this small pile. Most of them were Demon Cores of the first and second level. There were less than twenty Demon Cores of the third level.
After collecting all of the Demon Cores into his spatial belt, Jianchen unhurriedly straightened his body. His face revealed a trace of a cold smile as he suddenly said, "Friend, you've been here for so long and have seen enough. Isn't it time for you to come out?"
"Hahahaha … …"
Just as Jianchen's voice fell, a loud laughter sounded out from the forest. Immediately after, a gray figure shot out like lightning and landed about twenty meters away from Jianchen.
The person who came was an old man. He looked to be about fifty or sixty years old. The old man's face was flushed red and his pair of bright eyes were filled with vigor. Behind his back, there were a few strands of silver mixed in with messy hair that draped over his shoulders. He looked a bit down and out. The old man was wearing a gray robe and his stature was a bit taller than Jianchen. Although he was just standing there, Jianchen could feel an invisible pressure enveloping him.
Facing this old man, Jianchen didn't dare to lower his guard. His face became serious as he stared at the old man and slowly said, "Great Saint Master!"
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