The Sword God of the Universe

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Harvest Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Harvest “Sky Wings!”

“Whoosh!”

Jing Yan’s body suddenly vanished from its original spot, leaving behind only a residual image.

The Ran Hou Gang had too many martial artists, and to quickly resolve the battle, Jing Yan felt compelled to use Sky Wings.

“Slice!”

The black giant hammer, a weapon summoned by Ran Hou, howled down towards Jing Yan’s afterimage.

At that moment, Ran Hou’s eyes suddenly brightened; this strike seemed easier than he had anticipated, lacking the powerful resistance he had expected.

“Did I succeed?” A thought flashed through Ran Hou’s mind.

However, Ran Hou’s joy lasted only an instant.

In the next heartbeat, he realized something was amiss; his weapon felt no resistance at all.

The feeling of a hammer smashing into a body was unmistakably different from hitting thin air.

Looking intently, where was Jing Yan’s shadow to be found?

Jing Yan had disappeared.

His speed was so swift that even Ran Hou, a martial artist in the Half-step Innate Realm, failed to catch sight of him within that brief moment.

A chill went through his heart, and Ran Hou hurriedly turned around to search for Jing Yan.

What he saw upon turning, however, nearly caused his eyes to split with rage.

Behind him, in this short span of time, seven or eight of his brothers had fallen.

Their foreheads were all pierced through by a sword; not even a scream for help had time to escape their lips before death claimed them.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

With the assistance of Sky Wings, Jing Yan’s sword strikes were incomprehensibly fast.

These were not blows that high-level martial artists could withstand.

The Flowing Light Sword was like a scythe of death, leaving behind one lifeless body after another, their foreheads gushing blood.

“Stop!” Ran Hou roared desperately, his voice hoarse with exertion as he turned to lunge at Jing Yan once again.

But his speed, compared to Jing Yan’s, was like that of a snail, completely unable to intercept Jing Yan from slaughtering members of his gang.

Within a breath’s time, at least a dozen members of the gang had fallen to Jing Yan’s sword.

None was a match; this included several martial artists of the Nine Layers Heaven Realm.

Finally, the morale of the gang members plummeted, and they ceased their forward charge, beginning to flee backwards.

Each one of them had blood on their hands, and it could not be said they weren’t fierce.

Many of them might not fear death, but when faced with a power so overwhelming that resistance was futile, even they felt a surge of fear.

No one is completely indifferent to their own life and death!

Their previous actions were as if they were offering up their heads for reaping.

“Stop, for the love of God, stop!” Ran Hou’s eyes were bloodshot.

He had always been cautious, never offending any martial artists of great strength.

He wouldn’t provoke anybody even if there was only a slight chance they were powerful.

That’s how he had managed to continuously expand his gang and develop it into a force that terrorized the vicinity of Black Teeth Village, making people’s skin crawl at its mention.

And now, it seemed he had offended someone he should never have provoked.

Jing Yan, however, did not cease his attacks.

To these evildoers who had committed innumerable offences, death was not undeserved.

Jing Yan felt no pressure in killing them.

Eliminating the Ran Hou Gang was also equivalent to removing a blight from the Black Teeth Village region—it was an act of good.

“Jing Yan, if you’re capable, come at me!” Ran Hou pursued Jing Yan with all his might, his voice roaring in frenzied rage.

“Alright, now it’s your turn.”

Jing Yan finally stopped, turned around, and looked at Ran Hou.

The hoard of martial artists from the bandits all halted their charge towards the members of the Fiery Flame Adventure Team, and that was why Jing Yan temporarily stayed his hand.

In his heart, he acknowledged Ran Hou was a man of honor.

Still trying his best to protect his people at this point.

Yet, he had made a fatal mistake; he harbored the intent to kill Jing Yan.

It could be said that if Jing Yan’s own strength hadn’t been formidable, not only would Jing Yan have died today, but nearly nine out of ten of the Flame team would have perished as well.

Thus, Jing Yan had already decided in his heart to eliminate Ran Hou.

Having honor was not reason enough for Jing Yan to show leniency to his subordinates.

“Boom!”

Seeing Jing Yan stop, Ran Hou did not hesitate to unleash his strongest attack on Jing Yan.

The giant hammer in his hand, with terrifying Qi fluctuations, shot towards Jing Yan like a meteor.

“Shhh!”

“Sss!”

With a mere flicker of his Flowing Light Sword, Jing Yan released a fine and subtle sword light.

This sword light did not dazzle with overwhelming power.

With such a light and indifferent approach, it met the black giant hammer head-on.

However, what appeared to be a weak sword light erupted with a terrifying and incomparable force upon contact with the giant hammer.

With a “bang”!

The black giant hammer was instantly deflected to one side.

The sword light did not fade but continued to sweep toward Ran Hou’s head.

At that moment, Ran Hou seemed to calm down, his gaze quietly resting on Jing Yan.

As the sword light was about to engulf his head, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

“Jing Yan, I hope you can spare my brothers and leave them their lives,” Ran Hou said with a smile to Jing Yan, as if in plea.

His voice had just faded when his head was sliced off by the black sword light in the air as effortlessly as cutting through tofu.

The mountain wind continued to howl fiercely at the top of Soul-breaking Cliff.

Eventually, Ran Hou’s body fell slowly backward.

His head rolled several meters away.

Clearly, Ran Hou knew he was no match for Jing Yan after seeing him effortlessly slaughter his men; he must have realized that Jing Yan was likely a martial artist of the Innate realm, and not just an ordinary Innate, but possibly at the Innate Middle Stage.

So he knew he stood no chance against Jing Yan.

Yet, he chose not to flee right away.

Perhaps he also knew that even if he did run, with Jing Yan’s terrifying speed, he would be caught all the same.

However, whatever the reason, the fact that he could ask Jing Yan to spare his subordinates in his final moments, made Jing Yan respect him as a true man.

“He was a man alright, but he chose the wrong profession,” Jing Yan said, glancing at Ran Hou’s corpse and shaking his head.

Then, with a slight shift of his gaze, he looked toward the surviving members of the Ran Hou Gang, whom he had decimated moments before—about thirty in number.

These men displayed a mix of emotions: fear, anger, and some stood there in a daze, bewildered.

“You all heard,” Jing Yan addressed the surviving bandits, “Ran Hou asked me to spare you.

Now, I’m offering you a way out.” Jing Yan eyed these surviving members of the gang, “After descending Soul-breaking Cliff, leave the vicinity of Black Teeth Village immediately.

If you dare to linger, I assure you, there won’t be a second chance at life.”

“And if you seek revenge for Ran Hou, then let it be now.

If now is not the opportunity, wait until you believe you have the strength, then come after me,” Jing Yan said slowly.