“You lot, you’re not afraid of death, are you?”
“Little brother, it seems you’re rather confident?”
Wen Nan Tian smiled faintly, raising his hand and drawing a sword mark across the street outside Dong Gui Inn: “I gave those guys ten breaths to escape. Now I give you three breaths to get the hell out of my sight. Three breaths later, you’ll be dead.”
This young man spoke the most ruthless words in the gentlest voice.
His demeanor was so imposing, it was simply astonishing.
Those who had witnessed firsthand the scene of him calling forth a thousand swords that rained down like a storm, Bai Mei Xiao Li and his men, couldn’t help but shiver.
They knew this was his final ultimatum.
After three breaths, there would be no mercy.
“Swordsmanship, truly profound. But how much ability could you possibly have at such a young age? Even if you truly have that Sword Immortal art, even if you control a thousand swords, how much true energy will you have left?” Xiao Li sneered. He wasn’t like the lackeys behind him, he knew full well that there were flaws to swordsmanship, it wasn’t invincible.
Wen Nan Tian was far too young. If he were a few years older, Xiao Li might have turned tail and run.
At sixteen or seventeen years of age, even if Wen Nan Tian did have the art of swordsmanship, it was hardly enough to scare him, a man who had fought his way through the treacherous world of the jianghu.
“Self-righteous fool.”
Wen Nan Tian spat out these words coldly. He had used his sword intent to control his sword group, instantly killing Yan Qian Sui and the Needle Old Woman with minimal energy consumption. He simply raised his hand, not even bothering to call out the words “Sword Come.”
Those flying swords that had returned to their original positions once again tore through the air, headed back to their target.
A thousand swords hung in the sky, their thousand blades pointed down, a killing aura spreading through Long Shou Street, causing Bai Mei Xiao Li and the assassins he had brought to tremble in fear, wishing they could turn and run.
This scene, no matter how many times they saw it, was so soul-stirring.
“Damn, is he even human? To be able to use that kind of swordsmanship consecutively, and to look so effortless at it?” Lei Meng Sha was so shocked he almost bit his tongue. A thousand swords suspended in the moonlight, like a Sword Immortal controlling his blades to kill, his mind was in turmoil.
What shocked him even more was Wen Nan Tian’s easy and relaxed attitude.
He was simply using his thousand swords as if they were extensions of his own limbs.
Wen Hu Jiu stared at the world outside, the sole protagonist being Wen Nan Tian, who stood in the night with one hand behind his back, his other finger pointing towards the sky, controlling a thousand swords.
“This year, or next?”
Wen Hu Jiu recalled Wen Nan Tian’s confident words, and at this moment, he no longer doubted.
If his nephew, such a peerless prodigy, could not enter the realm of the Sword Immortal within a year, then no one else in the jianghu would ever have a chance to enter it.
“Please, gentlemen, come and die!”
Wen Nan Tian, standing tall under the night sky, wore an even brighter smile, his black hair flying, a true embodiment of “I am the only one in the world.”
Sadly, this scene reflected in the eyes of Bai Mei Xiao Li and the Yan family assassins was terrifying like an evil spirit from hell, a beckoning hand of the King of Hell, causing their hearts to tremble.
“Run~!”
The single word left his lips, and Bai Mei Xiao Li turned and fled.
He was incredibly fast, his lightfootwork was exceptional, his movements like a phantom, the lightfootwork technique that had allowed him to survive in the jianghu for years. But no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the flying swords from the sky?
“Zhen~!”
A blue long sword vibrated, transforming into a blue sword light and disappearing into the night, like a thunderbolt of lightning, a rainbow crossing the sky, arriving behind Bai Mei Xiao Li in an instant. That sword energy, cold to the bone marrow, was like a blade at his back.
But he had no time to think.
This sword’s sharpness was terrifying beyond all resistance. The thought had just entered his mind, his body hadn’t even begun to dodge, and he was already pierced through. The unstoppable flying sword carried his mangled body and smashed him hard against the building at the end of Long Shou Street.
Comparing speed with a flying sword, Wen Nan Tian could only say that Bai Mei Xiao Li was a little delusional.
“These thousand swords are here. Anyone else who wants to die, come on and try.”
Wen Nan Tian’s voice carried far. He turned around, ignoring the pitiful screams and cries behind him. Sword lights zipped through the night, directly eliminating everyone Bai Mei Xiao Li had brought.
The flying swords, stained with blood, fell to the ground.
Every long sword stood tall, the ground beneath their blades stained red with blood.
This was a warning and a shock from Wen Nan Tian.
“Bai Mei Xiao Li, is he dead?”
“He’s deader than dead!” Si Kong Chang Feng stared intently at the end of Long Shou Street under the night sky, at the body hanging from the building, he was absolutely certain.
“Are all the assassins the Yan family sent, dead too?”
Lei Meng Sha was like he was in a dream, he pinched himself in disbelief, it was painful, he wasn’t dreaming, which meant that someone had actually wiped out over a hundred assassins, including Bai Mei Xiao Li, with the ease of killing chickens?
Wen Nan Tian, who had just stepped into the tavern, heard Lei Meng Sha’s words and looked at him calmly: “The Gu family isn’t far from here, I don’t want to interfere with your affairs, but the Yan family has done this several times. Yan Bie Tian’s life is mine, no one is allowed to touch him.”
Chai Sang City was one of the most prosperous cities in Runzhou.
On Long Shou Street, over a hundred corpses lay in a single night, the commotion was bound to be huge.
Yan Bie Tian would naturally receive the news.
But it didn’t matter. No matter how much preparation he had, the only thing awaiting him was death.
Lei Meng Sha blinked, a little hesitant: “That’s no problem for me, but Yan Bie Tian killed Gu Luo Li, he has a deep blood feud with the Gu Sword Gate, I can’t guarantee he’ll listen!”
“If he doesn’t listen, then I’ll make him listen while lying on the ground.” Wen Nan Tian gave a cold smile, passing by Lei Meng Sha, who was stunned, and returning to his original position.
“What do you mean?”
Lei Meng Sha recovered from his daze.
“You said, lying on the ground, you don’t mean you’re going to make a move on him, do you?”
Wen Nan Tian paused his hand holding the teacup: “So, you better persuade the Gu Sword Gate.”
“Of course, you have another choice!”
“What choice?”
Lei Meng Sha had a bad feeling about this.
“The Eight Lords of Bei Li, unpredictable in their brilliance, Qing Ge Ya, Zuo Mo, full of words, Ling Yun Kuang. Liu Yue, peerless, Mo Chen, ugly. Qing Xiang, talented, but nameless. You can call up all your fellow brothers, and see if you can stop me!” Wen Nan Tian sipped his tea with a faint smile, radiating madness, but secretly he was a bit worried.
It was fine if the other lords joined forces, but if Nameless Lord Jun Yu came, he would be in trouble.
“I wonder if Jun Yu has reached the stage of Half Step Shen You?” Wen Nan Tian thought to himself.
Among the Eight Lords of Bei Li, the one with the strongest power and the deepest secrets was the Nameless Lord. Many people thought that “Leaving Nameless” was a vacant position, but in fact, the Nameless Lord was a secret to the world. He was the elder brother of the other Bei Li Lords.
Even if he hadn’t yet reached the stage of Half Step Shen You, he was probably close to the stage of Great Freedom.
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