The Man in Black Descends: Who Is Helping from the Shadows?

"Hmph, courting death!" Upon seeing Yang Jian's attitude, the man in black snorted coldly, then raised his long sword and thrust it towards Yang Jian's shoulder.

"Brush!"

The long sword flew swiftly towards Yang Jian 'Yang Jian shoulder, and a spray of blood immediately appeared on his shoulder.

Upon seeing Yang Jian's wound, a cold, mocking smile flashed across the lips of the man in black.

He was clearly very satisfied with Yang Jian's reaction.

However, what followed was an even more surprising scene that appeared before his eyes.

Because after his longsword pierced Yang Jian's shoulder, it couldn't penetrate Yang Jian's defense at all and was directly bounced away. Then, Yang Jian punched him in the chest with his other hand, sending him flying.

"What!? This... how is this possible!? How could you be alright!?"

"Hahaha, that's right, I didn't expect this thing to be so powerful. Indeed, it is very powerful. However, I'm not one to be trifled with. Today, I'll send you to your grave!"

"Ah!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and then his figure instantly flew in front of the man in black, and the long spear in his hand instantly stabbed directly into the man's neck.

Upon seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the man in black's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his hand to defend himself. However, Yang Jian's spear strike was no ordinary attack; it was Cultivation Method from the peak of the Mystic Rank.

Now that Yang Jian has broken through to the Mystic King realm, his attack power has increased exponentially. Although it is not as powerful as Yang Feng Yang Jian's, it is more than enough to kill someone at the Mystic King realm.

Yang Jian then thrust his spear directly into the man's arm, piercing through it completely. Bright red blood gushed out, and the man in black screamed as his body crashed heavily to the ground.

"Kid, don't push your luck! If you treat me like this, my master will never let you get away with it!" The guy said with an extremely ugly expression after seeing Yang Jian's attack.

"Don't bother telling me that. Who your master is is unimportant, and your life is worthless. Killing you is as easy as turning my hand. Now I'm sending you on your way!" Yang Jian said with a sneer.

"You dare! You're nothing but an ant at the Profound Mystic King realm. Do you really dare to kill me? You should know that I am a super strong expert at the Late-Stage Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal. If you really dare to kill me, you will definitely not escape the pursuit of the Nine Firmaments Sect!" The man in black roared upon seeing Yang Jian's appearance, his tone filled with a strong threat.

Yang Jian sneered and said, "I don't care if you're some kind of Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal or a disciple of some Nine Heavens Sovereign, Laozi 'll kill you without hesitation!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Seeing that Yang Jian showed no mercy whatsoever, the man in black's expression changed once again, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

Too late!

Yang Jian sneered, and then his spear once again thrust wildly towards the black-clad man's body, instantly causing blood to bloom.

"No!!! You can't kill me! I'm telling you, as long as you let me go, I'll give you anything you want! Just let me go!" Seeing Yang Jian make another move, the man in black struggled violently.

"Hmph! Your conditions are of no appeal to me. If you don't want to die, you'd better cooperate with me obediently. Otherwise, your end will be extremely tragic, and even Late-Stage Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal expert won't be able to protect you!" Yang Jian said coldly after seeing the black-clad man's appearance.

"I..."

Upon seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the man in black rolled his eyes, then immediately shut his mouth, clearly considering the feasibility of what Yang Jian had said.

Upon seeing his appearance, Yang Jian ignored him and flicked his spear, sending a flash of cold light through the air, creating a large hole in the black-clad man's body.

"Click!"

As Yang Jian's spear fell, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out in the void. The black-clad man's head was severed by Yang Jian, and his entire body collapsed to the ground, his face showing deep fear and horror.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible. How could you possibly be his match? He's clearly weaker than you, so why..."

"Hmph, although my strength is inferior to yours, I have a trump card!" Yang Jian said with a cold snort after hearing the other party's words.

"What's your trump card? Could it be something that mysterious person bestowed upon you? You couldn't possibly possess such a trump card; only Mid-Stage Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal would have the chance to have one! Besides, I observed carefully just now, and that person isn't that mysterious person at all! Although that guy's strength is about 80% similar to yours, he's far from being a match for that mysterious person!"

The man in black was clearly no fool. After witnessing Yang Jian's abilities, he immediately suspected that Yang Jian might be hiding some secret. He then spoke up.

"Oh? In that case, what trump cards do you think I have?" Upon hearing the man in black's words, a faint smile flashed across Yang Jian's face. He then looked directly at the man in black and asked with a playful expression.

"Hmph, I don't know what strange methods you used to reach the Mystic King realm, but I can tell you that as long as you don't leave here, you will never escape our grasp!" The man in black sneered, his face full of coldness.

"Hehe, it seems you know quite a bit about my strength. However, since you have such a deep understanding of your own strength, you should know that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have any hope of surviving. Moreover, with your strength, you could never be my match!" Yang Jian's face flashed with a mocking expression upon hearing this, clearly showing his disdain for the other party's words.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, the man in black frowned even more deeply. He could naturally tell that Yang Jian was not exaggerating.

"Since that's the case, let's settle this with our skills. You want to kill me? Then let's see how strong you are!" The man in black said through gritted teeth, staring at Yang Jian.

"Hehe, alright!" Upon hearing the man in black's words, Yang Jian also revealed a wicked smile.

Upon seeing Yang Jian's smile, the black-clad man's eyes narrowed slightly, and two short swords appeared in his hands. The two black-clad men charged directly at Yang Jian.