Showing Mercy, Wariness Takes Root

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian's face flashed with disdain. He flipped his wrist and forcefully swung it away.

"Bang!"

Then a crisp sound suddenly rang out.

Zhurong let out two heart-wrenching screams, her face contorted in disbelief, turning bright red. Yang Jian Zhurong thrown her right hand away, which fell to the ground, along with the sword she held.

Yang Jian then directly grabbed the sword from Zhurong's hand.

"Zhurong Daoist Zhurong!" Upon seeing this scene, the remaining men in black also called out, their faces filled with fear.

They had witnessed Yang Jian's move just now. He had easily shattered Yang Jian Zhurong's weapon with his bare hands. Such strength was beyond their imagination, and they were filled with deep fear, afraid that Yang Jian would also snatch their precious swords away.

"You... you..."

Zhurong hadn't expected Yang Jian's attack to be so sharp. Her face was filled with shock and anger, and her finger pointing at Yang Jian trembled involuntarily.

Although Yang Jian was only at the Bone Refining Realm, Zhurong knew that her strength was far Bone Refining Realm to Yang Jian's and that she had no way to contend with him.

"What? What? I said, today I'm going to seek justice for my brother. Since you attacked first and injured my men, then I'll let you taste the power of my sword!" Yang Jian's voice rang out again, and the seven-colored sword in his hand thrust fiercely towards the men in black.

"Call out!"

The next moment, a sharp Sword-Ray shot out from the colorful sword and slashed fiercely at one of the men in black.

"Damn bastard, how dare you trick me!" Sensing the speed of Yang Jian's sword, Zhurong reacted instantly, a look of anger rising on his face and a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. He then moved his body to the side, dodging the sharp Sword-Ray.

The man in black was also hit in the face, and a hole was instantly pierced through his chest, from which a drop of blood gushed out.

"Hiss..."

Upon witnessing this scene, the other men in black nearby also showed an expression of disbelief, followed by a look of horror on their faces.

They originally thought that Zhurong and Yang Jian were evenly matched, which is why they dared to provoke Zhurong so brazenly. Little did they expect that Zhurong would be so easily defeated by Yang Jian.

At this moment, they also felt a deep sense of apprehension towards Yang Jian's strength.

"Hehe, Fellow Zhurong, you really are something else. You know perfectly well that we are no match for Yang Jian, so why do you deliberately provoke him? Isn't this just sending lambs to the slaughter?" At this moment, a man in black couldn't help but speak up.

Zhurong was also very frustrated. His original plan was indeed as described, but he did not expect such an outcome. He felt very aggrieved, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Hmph, do you think I want this? Yang Jian's strength is simply too great; we can't possibly contend with him right now. I reckon he must have received the inheritance of that reclusive master. But we have no other choice now. If you don't want to die, hurry up and help us stop Yang Jian. If Yang Jian kills this guy, we'll all die!" Zhurong said through gritted teeth to the people around her.

"Hmph, Yang Jian, I advise you not to push your luck too far. If you push me too far, you won't get away with it either!" Another man in black spoke up, his eyes also filled with intense hatred.

Zhurong, a proud young master, had never been so insulted by a junior before. Naturally, his heart was filled with resentment, and he thought to himself, "Once I'm free, I'll make you pay!"

"Haha, fine, you don't want to fight? Then leave it to me. I want to see if you can withstand one of my attacks!" Seeing that his opponents were unwilling to fight, Yang Jian revealed a mocking smile, and then suddenly swung his sword.

"Brush!"

The next moment, a dazzling Sword-Ray shot out and flew towards the head of one of the men in black.

"Pfft!"

The man in black had no idea that Yang Jian would launch a sudden attack, and such a swift one at that. Yang Jian's Sword-Ray pierced his neck, instantly separating his head from his body.

"Ah!"

Damn it!

After witnessing Yang Jian instantly kill one of his companions with a single sword strike, the remaining men in black were filled with fear, and their gazes toward Yang Jian held a hint of apprehension.

"Kill him! You must kill him!"

Soon, one of the men in black roared and swung his weapon at Yang Jian.

"Court death!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He then took a step forward and threw a punch at the head of the man in black in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the man in black was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. A look of pain appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Soon, the man in black also collapsed to the ground, clearly severely injured by Yang Jian's attack.

Upon witnessing this scene, the black-clad men around them also showed expressions of surprise. They clearly hadn't expected Yang Jian to be so powerful, defeating his opponent with a single slap.

"What? Are you still going to fight me to the death? Do you think I, Yang Jian, am afraid of you?" After seeing the crowd's expressions, Yang Jian's face revealed a faint look of disdain, and his gaze swept over the crowd around him.

"Hmph, do you think we're easily intimidated? Do you really think we men in black only know how to solve problems with our fists? I advise you to leave right now, or don't blame us for being ruthless!" At this moment, an old man with a full head of white hair stepped forward and spoke coldly.

His voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been burned, and it sounded like there was fire in his throat when he spoke.