Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 406: 401: The Truth Revealed (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Chapter 406: Chapter 401: The Truth Revealed (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions)

“Let me face you.”

“Let’s see what kind of crutch you, this waste, rely on.”

Pang Yan’s eyes locked onto Ye Tian, letting out a light chuckle.

After speaking, he stomped fiercely, his form swelling by three feet, his entire body seeming to be surrounded by black mist, faint lines ready to burst forth from within the mist.

Pang Yan’s hands were in the air, like playing a pipa, each pluck creating a sharp sonic boom.

Though he was a big man with a beard, his fingers were as slender as those of a woman in her twenties, brushing through the void, the black mist turning into threads and lines along with it.

These threads pierced through space, seemingly capable of cutting gold and breaking stone.

If they entangled a human body, the flesh and bones would surely be torn apart.

The martial artists surrounding them, ignoring the shock of Ye Tian’s previous sword attack, were now extremely serious, their eyes a mix of fear and envy. It was this secret technique that allowed Pang Yan’s team to kill and rob so many times without being killed in return.

“That’s right, this is Pang Yan’s ultimate skill! Black Mist Repeating Silk!!!”

“This kid is in trouble, with this move and the help of the One-eyed Dragon and others, even someone at the initial stage of the Heaven Rank would struggle!”

Ye Tian also let out a light sound, shook his head, and smiled: “This martial technique is not bad, it seems this secret technique is what you rely on for your reputation and looting.”

“No wonder your name is so big, but unfortunately, you have met me.”

“Never mind, let me show you what real swordsmanship is!”

Ye Tian slightly raised his hands, the long sword seemingly transforming into a divine weapon, shining brightly.

Ye Tian’s aura changed drastically, as if he could split the heavens and earth.

“Sword Drawing Skill!”

“First Form, Instant Kill!”

…

“Hey, Captain, is this Black Mist Repeating Silk used by that Pang Yan really amazing? You all seem very frightened!!”

A martial artist with a youthful face, seemingly entering the Ten Thousand Mountains for the first time, asked his captain.

“Not just amazing!!! We fear the One-eyed Dragon because of this secret technique when we are in the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

The captain gave a bitter smile.

“It is said that Pang Yan, with this secret technique and the help of the One-eyed Dragon and others, hijacked a caravan that included two Heavenly Rank martial artists.”

“Moreover, when the caravan sent people to trouble Pang Yan, they couldn’t do anything and left dejected after being entangled by the Black Mist Repeating Silk.”

“Then, isn’t that kid in huge trouble?”

The young martial artist gasped, covering his mouth in shock.

“You underestimate Pang Yan too much, his cultivation is absolutely not as simple as it appears.

“Even without using the Black Mist Repeating Silk, he is not someone that kid can deal with.”

The captain shook his head, looking a bit helpless and also somewhat eager, wondering when he would possess such a strong secret technique.

In the captain’s view, Pang Yan’s cultivation had already reached the Earth Rank Eighth Stage; even if he encountered a Heavenly Rank expert, he could escape if he couldn’t win.

But Ye Tian seemed to be just a Dark-grade Fifth Stage expert, with his intense aura showing no signs of hidden cultivation.

The three Tusk Wolves that were killed earlier might have been due to some treasure or the beast powder’s effect wearing off during their weak period, conveniently seized by Ye Tian.

So the captain had no optimism for this arrogant and ignorant Young Master Mu.

Not just him, no martial artist present had any hopes for Ye Tian; after all, Pang Yan was notoriously ruthless, while Ye Tian at most was notoriously feeble.

Who in the Ten Thousand Mountains didn’t know the brutal reputation of Pang Yan’s team, filled with renowned experts? How could a nobody like Ye Tian be their match?

At that moment, the young martial artist stared wide-eyed, his expression exaggerated, his mouth open enough to fit two eggs.

“C-Captain, look!!!”

The young martial artist pointed at the captain’s back with trembling fingers, utterly shocked.

“What are you doing???”

“I already said that kid is dead for sure, no need to be so dramatic!”

The captain chuckled lightly, thinking that Pang Yan’s Black Mist Repeating Silk had killed Ye Tian, and waved dismissively.

“No… It’s not, Captain, look!!!”

The young martial artist, like a robot, shook his head and pointed behind the captain, trembling.

“Could it be that dramatic?”

“Let me see!!!”

The captain abruptly turned around and saw a scene he would never forget; he swallowed hard and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

A white, Death-God-like long sword, invisible and formless.

It was like a beam of light, traversing the entire space, omnipresent; the Black Mist Repeating Silk was instantly torn apart and vanished into thin air!

A figure in white, like a ghost, moved through the entire forest, too fast, leaving only afterimages. No one could trace his exact position.

Every movement carried a splash of bright red blood.

Every movement took away a fresh life.

The chilling thing was, his slaughter seemed almost beautiful, as if he was born a natural executioner.

Those ten or more Earth Rank experts, none of them weak!

They were at least around the Earth Rank Second Stage and were experienced in battle, but now, they were like shrimps facing a whale.

Not to mention fighting back, they couldn’t even trace Ye Tian’s sword.

They were locked by Ye Tian’s unstoppable aura, unable to move, engulfed in a cold chill.

They could only await death.

In merely a dozen breaths, frighteningly fast, the ten-plus members of the One-eyed Dragon’s team were all wiped out, not one left.

Pang Yan was the first to be instantly killed by Ye Tian’s Sword Drawing Skill, seemingly dying with regret, muttering in his final moments with despair: “I never thought, I, Pang Yan, would die at the hands of a mere boy.”

“So strong!!!”

Only One-eyed Dragon remained, kneeling on the ground; perhaps overwhelmed by fear, he was disheveled, babbling incoherently, seemingly driven mad by terror.

“Do you still want these hundred Spirit Stones?”

Ye Tian stood before the One-eyed Dragon, looking down at him with an indifferent gaze.

“I… I don’t want them, I don’t want them.”

The One-eyed Dragon knelt on the ground, manically kowtowing, looking pitiful now.

“Go away!!”

A flash of sword light, and a red line slowly expanded around the One-eyed Dragon’s throat, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood stained the ground.

“Here’s your storage bag.”

“And this token, consider it a repayment to Ning Wei. From now on, we are even.”

“I owe her nothing, and those people over there, I will protect them.”

Ye Tian tossed two items, which fell into Uncle Mu and Sixth Uncle’s hands, and his figure gradually vanished before everyone’s eyes.

“I… I misjudged him.”

“I think, that night, it was him.”

Sixth Uncle held the token, piecing together the truth with Ye Tian’s swordsmanship.

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