“Hold on!!”
All the Yan family experts surrounding Yan Bie Tian joined forces and channeled their Qi to create a massive protective dome, facing the endless torrent of swords, the boundless chilling sword intent and the assault of countless snowy white sword lights.
They couldn't think of any other way besides joining forces.
“No, ugh…”
“We'll die like this!”
White-Haired Immortal and Purple-Robe Marquis coughed up blood continuously. Each of those sword lights was like a full-powered attack from a Xioaoyao Tianjing master. Even though they were dispersed, a few swords could be managed, but hundreds of swords striking continuously would surely kill them.
“Please help me, cough, help my Yan family, to get a chance, Yan will be eternally grateful.” As Yan Bie Tian spoke, he kept coughing up blood. A sword immortal's sword wasn't something you could just casually receive.
He was close to the Xioaoyao Tianjing, but he hadn't stepped into it yet.
Even Xioaoyao Tianjing masters struggled to protect themselves against Wen Nan Tian’s sword, let alone him alone.
“I…”
White-Haired Immortal wanted to swear. A chance to survive, did he think too highly of them?
“Day becomes night, moon becomes full, then wanes, things rise and fall.”
Purple-Robe Marquis took something out of his sleeve and spoke resolutely: “Please, Yan Family Head, buy us a chance. We have our own way, to prepare a path to death for this sword immortal.”
“Good!!”
Yan Bie Tian roared, suddenly full of fighting spirit, his killing intent boiling.
Upon hearing this, the Yan family experts beside him also exerted themselves together, their Qi and internal energy running at a suicidal pace. Bai Wu Shang, who was protecting him like an iron tower, even pushed forward three steps while enduring the impact of the rain of swords.
All for Purple-Robe Marquis' words, "to prepare a path to death for the sword immortal."
Yan Bie Tian roared: “Attack!”
“Oh?”
Wen Nan Tian maintained his indifferent gaze, his right palm flipped and pressed down forcefully. Countless sword lights shot like arrows, terrifying sword lights seemed to be able to tear everything apart, and the overwhelming sword intent filled the entire area surrounding the Gu family manor for miles.
“Now!”
An eerie purple light flashed in Purple-Robe Marquis' pupils. He flickered his figure, dragging White-Haired Immortal backwards instantly, throwing out several thunderbolts, which exploded with a fierce blaze in the air, slightly obscuring their vision.
The next moment, under Yan Bie Tian's furious and unbelievable gaze.
The two of them turned their heads and slammed straight into the wall.
“Running away?”
Wen Nan Tian was slightly startled, then he sneered: “Think it's that easy to leave? Ask me first!”
Dozens of sword lights split out, chasing after the two.
“Damn it, you bastards~!”
Yan Bie Tian roared with the fury and despair of a wounded beast.
“Family Head!”
“No, don't!”
“I surrender, Immortal, I surrender, don't kill me.”
“Ah~!”
“Wen Nan Tian, you'll die a horrible death. Ah~~!”
Without the support of two Xioaoyao Tianjing masters, the rain of flying swords instantly shattered their combined Qi, ploughing back and forth three times through the Gu family manor. Countless screams, wails, pleas, and curses echoed, reverberating far and wide.
The Yan family experts Yan Bie Tian had brought to the Gu family manor were instantly killed or injured, all of them.
Bai Wu Shang, whom he considered a strong asset, the man with the body like bronze, now had blood spraying everywhere, riddled with flying swords, with no sign of life remaining.
“Hoh~ hoh~!”
Yan Bie Tian lay down on the blood-soaked ground of the Gu family manor, letting out a ghostly roar, unable to utter a complete word. He just stared fixedly at Wen Nan Tian in the sky, who was watching everything indifferently, filled with resentment and hatred.
As if saying, even as a ghost he won't let him off.
Wen Nan Tian seemed to understand what Yan Bie Tian was trying to express, and he sneered: “I can kill you like slaughtering pigs and dogs while you're alive, and you're even less qualified to stand before me after death.”
On the other side.
Purple-Robe Marquis and White-Haired Immortal who had crashed into the wall were fast, but still overtaken by Wen Nan Tian's flying swords.
“Go!!”
Purple-Robe Marquis roared in pain, raising his hand to forcefully block four fatal flying swords, grabbed White-Haired Immortal's clothes, and flung him further away, the sword light followed like a shadow, instantly creating several bloody holes in his body.
White-Haired Immortal roared in despair: “No!!”
But the flying swords behind him were already shadowing him, arriving in an instant.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Just as he watched in despair as the flying swords were about to pierce through Purple-Robe Marquis' body, several black-robed figures suddenly appeared around him, their flying wheels flashing out, and they blocked those few flying swords for Purple-Robe Marquis at the last moment.
The price was that the four black-robed figures died instantly.
Purple-Robe Marquis seemed to understand, forcing himself to endure the pain, shook off the flying swords, and flickered like a ghost, following White-Haired Immortal in a desperate escape.
“Tianwai Tian?”
Wen Nan Tian's fingers trembled slightly, watching the two figures quickly disappearing, he murmured.
Yan Bie Tian was too self-righteous and underestimated him, but one thing he guessed correctly, controlling ten thousand swords was still a bit too much for Wen Nan Tian. If it wasn't for the System Mall, he wouldn't dare to be so reckless.
He had now been continuously wielding his sword to kill, although he still had three-quarters of his power left, he needed to be prepared for the unexpected.
Otherwise…
“Humph, it's no big deal, next time we meet, I'll cut another sword!” Wen Nan Tian sneered, the ten thousand swords under his Divine Intent suddenly rose into the air, many of them were stained with blood, and many flying swords were broken.
“Thank you for this, go back now.”
Wen Nan Tian waved his hand, ten thousand swords turned into ten thousand streams of light, returning the way they came.
“Cough cough…”
When he finished controlling the ten thousand swords back, Wen Nan Tian suddenly couldn't help but cough a few times. His Qi was overexerted, and his lungs were slightly injured: “Fortunately, I bought the Hundred Breaths Qi-Gathering Technique, otherwise I wouldn't dare to be so reckless.”
He glanced at the purchased items in the Mall.
【Hundred Breaths Qi-Gathering Technique: A minor technique created in a certain Xianxia world, imitating the Nine Breaths Qi-Gathering Divine Ability of the Heavenly Gang. It can instantly absorb the essence of Heaven and Earth to restore Qi and magic power, or devour heavenly materials and earthly treasures to strengthen muscles, tendons, Qi and blood. Price: 500,000 Reputation Points.】
It was precisely because of this Hundred Breaths Qi-Gathering Technique that Wen Nan Tian was able to persist for so long today.
Wen Nan Tian glanced at Yan Bie Tian, who was impaled by flying swords all over his limbs, with a flying sword nailed to the ground through his throat, staring wide-eyed, unable to close them. A light and happy smile appeared on his face: “Yan Bie Tian, you were smart all your life, the information and guesses you made were not wrong.”
“There was only one thing wrong…”
“I left it open!”
A life of cheating is so invincible.
Life is so much fun, really.
Wen Nan Tian smiled lightly, his figure flitted, landing outside the crowded Gu family manor.
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